|4 Lessons on how not to be a good Submissive|
|by Morgan Le Fe|
|© Copyright 2012 - Morgan Le Fe - Used by permission|
|Storycodes: M/f; D/s; bond; cuffs; gag; rope; wrap; tape; bdsm; spank; susp; sex; climax; cons; X||
|4 Lessons on how not to be a good Submissive Morgan Le Fe M/f; D/s; bond; cuffs; gag; rope; wrap; tape; bdsm; spank; susp; sex; climax; cons; X|
The rope bites into my skin. I know I will have marks on my arms, wrist, legs and ankles for several hours after Master unbinds me and sets me free. The leather ball gag is so tight I feel like I resemble the Joker with my lips and mouth parted to extreme measures. My six inch stilettos are starting to really hurt my feet but Master has tied my shoes to the rope around my ankles so I cannot kick my shoes off for even just a quick minute. I am made to stand at the foot of our four poster king size bed. I have been here for no longer than five minutes but it feels like an hour. If I am really good, if I don’t whine or try to talk back, like that’s even possible with a ball gag in my mouth, then I will only have to be here for just 20 minutes.
I am being punished for something that I have to admit I clearly did do.
My nose itches. The dark nylon full face mask I have on has a string that when I breath in tickles my nose. But again if I don’t bitch, if I don’t complain, I will only be here 20 minutes.
Don’t get me wrong, my Master is not the vengeful type. I would not be covered head to toe in rope if I didn’t deserve it. Master knows how I hate being tied up. He pulls out all that rope and my eyes instantly glaze over. Now give me leather cuffs or hook up my leather binders to my arms, waist, chest hips, legs and ankles and I drool and cum all over the place. But that’s when I’ve been good and this is not about my being a good sub it’s about my being a bad sub. I don’t try to be bad but I don’t always try to be good either.
Now you’re probably curious as to what I did to be in this predicament. Now that is actually hard to pinpoint but I will try. It is not just one thing but an accumulation of several things. I had just been thinking back to the first time Master and I had met and what had led up to this moment hoping I would not notice my feet were hurting.
I must be the world’s worst submissive. I’m not quite sure why or how Master deals with me. When we first met I was 100% vanilla. I did know I loved anything leather, hummmm, just the smell sends me to heaven, and I loved being spanked but bondage? That was only for kidnapped victim’s right?
Master and I met at a mutual friends wedding. He stands about 6’1”. I am tall at 5’8” but he towers over me. This is important to note as when I am not a good sub, which I admit is way too often, he will make sure and stand in front of me and look down on me and I seem to shrink an inch or two. At 190 lbs of lean hard muscle he can intimidate me with just a look.
I made my first bad sub mistake after we’d been dating for about nine months. We had only discussed his collaring me but I wasn’t at all sure if this was the life style I really wanted. We had a heated discussion about this just shortly before going out to a club.
Lesson # 1: No matter how mad you are at your Master he’s still your Master. Here’s what not to do.
We were going to the club for the social associated with the bondage group we belonged to that meets once a month at a local bar. They are usually a lot of fun and I love talking to the other sub’s.
The day had started out quite wonderfully. Master had told me to be at his house by 10:00 Am. I was to have on a pair of suntan hose, a long sleeved white men’s shirt and for the trip over I could wear jeans. I also had to have on my favorite white stilettos.
Master kissed me as soon as he closed his door and without a single word showed me where to go. On his bed were my leather hand and ankle cuffs. I am able to put on my own ankle cuffs and as soon as I was done I knelt before Master and presented my hand cuffs to him. Once they were securely in place he led me to his basement. Master has been in the lifestyle most of his adult life. He is 40 to my 35. He has his dungeon set up where there is a stockade, a cross, a pole and several other rather nice pieces of much used furniture. But it was the spanking table he led me too. My favorite! For those of you who don’t know what a spanking table is I will try to explain.
It has two leg rests that are padded and connect to the base, one on each side. There are leather straps on the end of each one so I can have my legs strapped to the leg rest, but there are also hooks that are connected to the base of the leg rest and it was this Master connected me to via my ankle cuffs. This way instead of kneeling over the base I will be standing and bent over the base. This is my favorite position as I have more wiggle room. The base is also padded and as I bend over it Master secures my wrist to the O rings attached to the top end of the base ensuring I am stretched out over the entire base. There are little foot holds attached to each leg rest and I am allowed to put my feet on these if I want a different angle of my position. I will wait till my flogging has started to put my feet on these holds. I can only keep them there for a short time so want to make sure I get the most out of them being on the holds. What this does is make my butt higher in the air and better able to be smacked.
Master got out my favorite floggers and with each hit and as my ass got redder and redder I start to get high. It’s called an endorphin high and it’s better than any drug known to man. The more I am able to move and wiggle the more spots he will be able to hit. He even at times will strike my back and if I arch just right then he will get not only my back but also my hips and butt. When he gets out the paddles I cringe the first few times as they hurt till my butt gets used to the different pain. Depending on how long these sessions last will make a difference how high I get, this is important as I tend to get crazy with laughter. This will usually last a couple hours so if we are planning on going out we will not play like this. Once Master has decided that my butt is red and hot enough he will lay me on the futon and secure my ankle cuffs to the end of the bed and my hands will either be over and bent behind my head or also secured to the bed. Now that is as far as I’m going with that. I do not kiss and tell. Well not very often anyway. Let’s just say Master knows how to please a woman and I could barely walk up the stairs when we were done.
We ate a late lunch and had a leisurely afternoon. That night I had just buckled myself into his car when he brought up the idea of collaring me. I was still pretty new to this at that time and not at all sure I wanted to be doing this lifestyle for the rest of my life. We had had this conversation before. I felt like he was pushing me and he felt I didn’t want him to be my Master. We almost didn’t go into the club, but just as we were about to leave his good friend and his wife knocked on the car window and we were swept into the bar.
Did I mention I have a bit of a stubborn streak? It has gotten me in trouble more than once. This night it got me in a whole lot of trouble. Now in my defense I did not realize what I was doing was so very bad, remember I was a novice at this whole thing.
Anyway as soon as we sat down Master went off to talk to people, so I turned my attention to the people at my table. I knew two of the male subs there but didn’t know the third male. He really started talking me up and even asked if he could rub my hands to relieve stress. I thought why not right? Then he moved to my shoulders. One of the other Subs said he didn’t think my Master would like for another Dom to be touching me. Now you all see where this is going right? Too bad I didn’t. Remember my saying I was stubborn? Well that came into play and I continued to let the other Dom rub my shoulders. Here is where we get to lesson # 1.
Master didn’t even have to say much when he suddenly appeared at the table. He tapped the other Dom on the shoulder and as he turned around Master put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I immediately turned around and started to say something nasty but one look had me shutting my mouth and saying instead, “May I help you Master?”
The Dom got the message, apologized to Master for over stepping his bounds and quickly left. Master didn’t even look at me just simply turned around and went back to what he was doing before. I knew I had messed up bad and wondered what my punishment would be. Maybe he would flog me till I couldn’t sit or till my butt was red and hot. Now that’s the kind of punishment I could enjoy. I did not have contact with Master again until we were on our way home. I tried to apologize but he just drove silently to his house.
When we got inside he told me to sit on the couch. He sat in the chair opposite me and asked if I knew what I’d done wrong. Me? I hadn’t done anything wrong. Stubborn remember? Besides I didn’t know he was a Dom and really what difference did it make if he gave me a back rub. To me it wasn’t flirting it just felt good. Master said I needed a day to think about it and he went off to bed. So I curled up on the couch. I awoke the next am after a few fitful hours of sleep. Master was making breakfast and indicated the coffee already made. I am not such a good cook. When we were done with breakfast we retired to the living room. Again me on the couch and Master on the chair opposite me. I waited till he had settled himself then got on my knees and walked to the chair. With my head bowed I told Master that I knew now that it was wrong for any other Dom to touch me without Master’s permission. Then, and I know all of you good subs are about to cringe, I said, “I didn’t know he was a Dom. He was at the same table as the other male subs so I shouldn’t be in as much trouble”
Ok I heard all those intakes of breath.
Master is kind and understanding. He just smiled lifted my chin and asked what I thought my punishment should be. I’m sure this will come as no surprise to anyone but I hopefully said that he could tie me to the whipping bench and flog me. Master just chuckled and said, “No it wasn’t punishment if I enjoyed it. Think of something else.”
So I stayed knelt before him as I tried to think of something that was not so awful but was still punishment. Finally I said I thought his tying me to the whipping post but not whipping me was a good punishment. Master agreed and as I changed into my black and purple corset and hooked up my thigh high hose Master was getting his steel colored rope laid out. Once we got to the basement he bound my wrist behind my back. Then he continued up my arms crisscrossing and tying it off as he went. I am unable to touch my elbows together behind my back so Master made sure they were as close as I could stand before he started tying. He tied from by wrist to my shoulders then took the rope around my upper chest back around my back and then under my breast. Crisscrossing again between by breast over my shoulders and tying it off, that way my tits are bound nice and tight with a considerable lift. The second rope starts at my wrist. Master makes sure the rope will get no tighter than pulls it around my waist does some fancy tie knot and brings both pieces of rope between my legs which he tells me to spread so he can thread the rope between the lips of my vagina, and pulled tight between my buttocks and secured it again to my wrist. If I want I can pull the rope and make myself cum. Master loves to watch me as I do this and I test the rope to make sure they are in the right spot. Hummm oh yeah they’re in the perfect spot. Master does a low chuckle as he watches me struggle. He grabs my wrist and whispers, “That’s enough for now.”
He then takes me towards the whipping chair but as we approach he suddenly turns me and sits me in a high back metal chair. The seat is approximately 24 inch across but only about 18 inch’s is covered in soft leather padding. The sides have slits in the metal so Master can pull rope through to tie me to the seat. The back is approximately 18 inches across and is also padded. When I sit in the chair it is tall enough I cannot reach the floor. Master proceeds to use a third piece of rope that he secures to the seat of the chair and goes around my thighs and hips. This insures that I will not move. He takes yet more rope and secures my legs to the chair legs that are spread eagle and he continues to tie each leg to the chair till he reaches my feet. I have no shoes on and he finishes off the tie by putting the rope between each toe and makes a diamond shape up the foot and ties it to my ankle. I actually love the way it feels on my feet and I wiggle them as much as I am able.
Because my hands are behind my back Master does not tie me to the back of the chair. He pulls out masking tape and gently puts it over my mouth. Then he puts on a leather blindfold and my world goes dark. He tells me he will be back in ten minutes and gives my clit rope a tug. I hear him go up the stairs and hear the door as it softly closes. I do not know If he is still there. I try to listen for even a small noise to indicate he’s still with me. Time stands still. I hear no noise. I move on the chair trying to find a more comfortable position. There is none but the moving I did stimulates my clit and I involuntarily moan. I freeze, did I hear Master? Is he in the room with me? I barely breathe as I strain to hear him. I can hear no other sound. I try to stretch my arms out, that was dumb, tied as I am I can barely move. I do squirm a little trying to get comfortable, again this motion is impossible. I do manage to move the crotch rope and again I let out a little moan. I stop to listen. If Master is not here maybe I can please myself without him knowing. Good still no sound. I start moving my hips back and forth, oh what a delicious feeling. The slight roughness of the rope against my clit drives me crazy and I gyrate a little faster. I am on the verge of Cuming, again, when Master puts his hands on my hips and I scream both from frustration and from his startling me.
“This is punishment not pleasure slave”
He whispers in my ear as he squeezes my nipples. I try to tell him through the tape that I will be good, I won’t let any other Dom touch me again if he will just take me now. Master laughs and asked if I’ve learned my lesson. I nod vigorously and try saying yes over and over again. He starts checking all the ropes making sure I am still secure. I fear he will not release me and I start to struggle. I don’t get far as Master grabs my hair and pulls my head back.
“You will get satisfaction when I say. Do you understand slave” He growls.
I mumble yes into the tape. He loosens his grip and says, “I think you need more time alone”
As he lets go of my hair it takes all my will power not to cry out not to struggle but I sit perfectly still and wait for his command. It doesn’t take long and the ropes are slowly taken off my legs. He caresses my legs as the rope slips off around them, as he nears my thighs he plants kisses on each inner thigh shooting delightful shivers up my spine. He releases my hips from the chair and I can’t help myself, I squirm so the clit rope strokes me on more time. Master slowly releases my hands and arms and tugs the clit rope several times as he does so. When everything but my gag and blindfold are off Master spanks my ass and says.
“After you are completely dressed you can make me a sandwich, I’m hungry and I believe there is a game on TV.”
And with that he takes his leave. I am so frustrated I could cry but I take off my blindfold and tape and as I slowly climb the stairs I realize I have learned my lesson well. I will make his sandwich then curl up beside him to watch the game.
Lesson # 1 learned: Master is always Master.
Lesson # 2: Wait, what am I hearing? I strain to listen. I’ve been so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t heard it before. Oh Master is mad! He has put on a country music station. He knows how I hate country music. I wanted to scream and struggle against my ropes that bind me but I know it will be of no use. The stupid song ends and the announcer states the time. Only 15 minutes left. Damn my nose itches again. I try to blow around the ball gag to see if I can move the dumb string but I can barely make a puff around the darn thing. This does not keep me from trying however and my feeble attempts do little if no good. I feel Masters hand on my shoulder and then he is itching my nose moving the facemask just a tiny bit but just enough so the string is gone. Ahhhhh blessed relieve.
“Better” he ask me.
I nod slightly and try to say thank you but it sounds more like hurmph u. He leaves me alone once again and another someone broke my damn heart and I ran home to my mother song comes on the radio but I remain still. Concentrate on something else, now where was I? Oh yes.
Lesson #2: If you do Masters laundry as a surprise check all pockets first.
Several months after the last fiasco I thought I’d surprise Master by cleaning his house, cooking for him and trying some self bondage I’d just discovered. I took a Friday off from work and spent the night Thursday at Master’s house. All I told him was I had a surprise for him when he got home. He left at 7 am and I went back to sleep. Now Master, unlike some bachelors, keeps his house pretty clean. Knowing this I figured I could sleep in and still get done what I wanted. Now you’re thinking that’s when the problems started aren’t you. Well it wasn’t. The problem started when I had the house completely cleaned and supper was in the crock pot. I had my outfit and all the accessories laid out and ready to go and still had three hours before he got home. I’m not much of a TV watcher so I became bored pretty quickly. I had noticed earlier he had a basketful of laundry so I decided to do his wash. Now my being bored was where the problem started.
I’m used to taking everything out of my pockets as soon as I get home. I mean who doesn’t right? Master had told me a former girlfriend had done his laundry once and had ruined his favorite shirt. But I wouldn’t do that I knew how to do laundry. I washed his shirts first, then did his underwear and socks. I did his jeans last. They were in the dryer when I started my self bondage. I had bought, and washed, twelve men’s ties from the thrift store. I got an old short office chair and took it into the basement and after I put on my long sleeved white men’s shirt, my short black skirt and black garter belt, I hooked up my thigh high black hose and put on my black 5 inch stilettos, then prepared to tie myself up.
I put the first tie around my shoes and tied my shoes to my feet. Then the second on my ankles, I tied the ties on my feet and ankles together using the ends of the ties to do this, then when I tied the third one to my lower calves I tied the second tie left over’s ends to the third tie. I continue to do this on my Upper calf just below the knee, then just above the knee, and finished around my thighs. I used one below my breast, one above. I tied the two together with the left over’s from both ties so that I had both breast tied tight. Did I mention although I’m of average weight, I’m 130 lbs, I have a size 40 D bust. So when I bound them they really stick out. I took another tie and secured it to the one’s binding my breast and tied it around my neck to raise my breast higher. I put one in my mouth as a gag. I took one tied it around my left wrist, I tied it so it would not tighten up and made a loop for my right wrist. Then I used another tie to blindfold myself, put my hands behind my back and slipped my right wrist into the loop. When I gave a little tug I could tighten the loop just a little.
I didn’t have to wait long. Just as I heard Master come in the front door the dryer shut off. He has a great job. He’s an attorney, but most of the time he just wears nice jeans and a button up shirt and a tie. I had thought the whole secretary being bound with ties would be a good turn on for him. He read my note and came down stairs to see me. As soon as I heard him I started to struggle and whimper. He came to me and touched each of the ties and told me I had done very well. He tested each tie and tightened the ones he thought were too loose and when he was done I started to play for him. Gag talk is always muffled but I can do a pretty good job of trying to talk. I struggled for a minute and even moved the chair a little across the carpeted floor. Master stopped my moving by grabbing both nipples and squeezing hard. I cried out in both pleasure and pain. He rubbed his hand up and down each leg. Opened up my shirt and moved it so my breast were free for his pleasure and viewing. He stood behind the chair and grabbed both breast in his hands as he nuzzled on my neck. My hair was up in a tight bun and he undid this and as my hair fell free he grabbed it with one hand and grabbed my chin with the other, so my head was tilted at a backwards angle. He suckled my breast lightly biting as he did so. With my head as it was I couldn’t move even if I wanted too, which I did not. He slowly released my hair and when I was sitting straight again I heard him get the mattress off the futon and put it on the floor.
“Stand up” He commanded.
What? How the hell was I supposed to stand up? Then as I began to try I got scared. What if the chair moved out from under me and I fell.
“Stand up” He commanded again.
I shook my head slowly no.
“Are you refusing to obey me?”
I shook my head vigorously no and tried to tell him about the chair but of course that isn’t how it came out.
“Do you Trust me?” He asked.
I immediately shook my head yes.
“Then do as I ask”
I reluctantly fearfully tried to stand. I had to scoot to the end of my seat and with my bound hands to help I pushed myself up off the chair and immediately started to fall sideways. I let out a whimpered yell but barely moved as I felt Master’s strong hands holding me up.
“Now hop to the left”
I obeyed and after two hops felt the edge of the futon.
“Now turn to your left and kneel.”
I again complied and with Masters help I came to rest on the mattress.
I did as I was ordered and immediately started to move towards the middle.
“Did I tell you to move to the middle?”
I instantly froze. Within seconds I felt his hand strike my butt very hard.
“You have to realize I am in charge. You will not move unless I tell you. Do you understand?”
Now no one can call me stupid. I didn’t dare move even to confirm I understood. Master laughed and gently patted my butt.
“Very good slave. I see we understand each other.”
Slowly running his hand up and down my body he said.
‘”I love all the different ties you used. Very inventive. But I think it needs something more. don’t you agree?”
I knew he did not expect an answer so I just lay there and waited anxiously for what he would do next. Master has an armoire that he keeps a lot of his bondage gear in. I heard him opening the double doors and the sounds of him pulling things out. I got a nervous shiver wondering what else I would be getting bound with.
“Roll onto your back.”
I quickly complied.
“Raise your head”
As I raised my head Master supported my back and began to put my head into a hose tube. I knew this because we have used one before and I know what they feel like. He slipped it on over my chest and then my hips and butt with just a little help from me then helped me lift my legs so he could pull it over my feet. He tied a knot at the opening after making sure I had enough room for my head especially my nose not to be squished. Now that I was totally encased in hose I wiggled a lot just enjoying the silky feel of hose all over my body. I knew Master enjoyed watching me he has said so in the past, so I really played it up for him.
After a few minutes of my struggling I heard the unmistakable sound of tape being pulled off a roll. I stopped my struggling and laid still. Master instructed me to raise my legs and helped me by supporting them with his legs. He carefully put the tape in between the ties, until he got to my breast then he covered the ties so now my breast really stuck out. He put a piece over my mouth and eyes and instructed me to be very still. Then I heard the shutter of the camera as he took several pictures giving me directions on how to pose. After a few minutes he carefully cut the tape off my legs slid the tube hose up and undid the ties on my legs but still leaving me encased and bound from the hips up.
Now that is where I stop. Master is very good at the love making , so use your imagine for what happened next. All I will say is we left the basement very satisfied. The next morning was when the trouble started. I was finishing up breakfast dishes when Master came into the kitchen and asked if I’d moved his laundry out of the bedroom. Feeling proud of myself for washing his cloths I told him I’d done the Laundry and had put everything away but the jeans which were still in the dryer.
“You washed my jeans?”
I slowly nodded. He didn’t sound or look happy.
“Where did you put the things that were in my pockets?”
I swallowed a lump in my throat and said I hadn’t emptied his pockets. Without saying another word he raced downstairs to the basement. I waited nervously for him to return. After about 10 minutes I knew I was in big trouble. I was about to flee when I heard him come up the stairs. In his hands was a crumpled mess of what looked like paper.
“This used to be a phone number for a potential witness in one of my companies biggest suits. I’m not sure anyone else has this number. I thought I had explained to you not to do my laundry. Did I not?”
Even though he never raised his voice I knew he was extremely mad.
“I’m.. I’m sorry” I stammered. “I was so careful with your shirts I never once thought to check your pants pockets”
And here come the gasps and cringes again cause I couldn’t just leave it alone I kept talking.
“I mean who throws their jeans in the laundry without taking everything out of the pockets.”
Ok ok I know I should learn to keep my mouth shut right? Master just looked at me, his green eyes were so dark I could swear they were black.
“I think you should leave now.”
I opened my mouth and he said, “I need to calm down before we continue this conversation. I will call you next week.”
This time I didn’t try to speak I simply grabbed my things, said I love you and walked out the door.
It was a hellofa week and I must have picked up the phone at least a dozen times to call him but knew I could not. Saturday is my day to sleep in and as it had been a rough week I had looked forward to doing such a thing. So when my phone rang at 5 am the first words out of my mouth were,
“Who the hell is this?”
“I will expect you to be at my house by 7 am this morning. You may wear jeans and a t shirt”
And then he hung up. Promptly at 7 I was knocking on Master’s door. He opened it and as soon as I walked in my mouth dropped open a mile. His normally very clean house looked like a tornado had hit. There were empty beer cans and take out sacks all over the floor. As I silently followed him into the kitchen I saw the sink over flowing with dishes. He led me to his bedroom and hanging on the door was a maid’s outfit with a black garter belt and hose. Directly below was a pair of my 6 inch black heels.
“I think you have a lot of work to do. Get changed and get started.”
After getting dressed I started in the kitchen. It wasn’t long before Master came in flogger in hand.
I immediately complied and Master gave me six good whacks.
“You may resume your duties”
So with my ass stinging I continued my chores. About every 10 minutes Master would return and I would get another six whacks. I finished the kitchen and moved into the living room. Master told me to kneel in front of him with my hands held out in front. As soon as I did Master took a short piece of rope and tied my hands together. Now I wanted to protest how was I supposed to clean with my hands tied but before I could say anything Master put a rope gag in and around my mouth.
“You may continue, but remember I’m watching you so when you bend over make sure to bend so I can see your perfect ass.”
So awkwardly I began to pickup cans and trash bending from my waist with my back to Master so he could see my butt. Every now and then he would get up and hand slap my butt then return to his seat. By 10am my stomach started growling. Master removed my restraints gave me some money and told me to go to the drive through at McDonalds for food. I’m sure the look on my face was priceless. Master simply handed me his car keys and opened the front door. Now at this point my stubborn streak kicked in and I just stood there. Master patiently waited me out and eventually I went and got the food, along with a lot of stares and some embarrassment on my part.
When we were done Master brought out the Vacuum cleaner tied both of my hands to the handle and gagged me again. It took me over 20 minutes to vacuum! Master kept getting up and smacking my butt. I’m sure by the time I was done I had hand prints on both cheeks. After I was done with this job Master released me from the vacuum cleaner but did not untie my hands. He led me to the coffee table and sat me down on top. He then proceeded to tie my ankles together, he then untied my hands but retied them behind my back so my hands were clasping my elbows. Then he told me to lie on my stomach. He then grabbed my ankles tied them to my arms in a hogtie position. I again hear the camera shutter as he takes picture after picture and after about 10 minutes he undoes his handy work but before he does he tells me thank you for cleaning his house, on both days but don’t ever touch his laundry again. I nod that I understand and he releases me. I was exhausted from my long cleaning day but lesson # 2 was well learned. Always check pockets IF you ever do Masters laundry and always ask his permission first!
I hear the announcer once again state the time. Ten minutes left. I fear I will never be able to walk again. My feet really hurt. Master checks my ropes to make sure nothing is cutting off my circulation. He determines all is well and ask me if anything is uncomfortable. I could end this now by saying yes but since nothing but my feet are uncomfortable I shake my head no
And he replies, “Good girl.”
And I am alone again with my thoughts. Have to drown out the one more drinking song on the radio. Now let’s see, I believe I’m on:
Lesson # 3 if Master tells you to follow him now do so right then. Don’t forget who is in charge.
Now this might not sound like such a big deal but to Master it really was. We had gone camping with the bondage group we belong to. Now I’m not a big camping person. I mean I want AC and room service and a hot shower. You know what I mean? Master rented an RV and it was actually pretty comfortable. Of course the whole idea of camping out isn’t about comfort now is it? Or so one of the other campers informed me and I with my big mouth informed her I hated camping and everything about camping. Not a good way to make friends I know.
Now the nice thing about this campout was it was in an enclosed private campground. That way we could have outside bondage games and no one could say anything. We were there for three days and two nights. The first day we had to hang out with everyone and go to meetings and demonstrations and such. But on the second day we got to play. In between meetings it was my job to go out and find us a place to play for the next day. Actually it was all the subs jobs to do this. We had color coded flags that we were to affix to the place we chose and that let everyone know it was taken. I saw several places that might be ok but I wanted the perfect place and I found it. It was a tree about ¾ grown. Small enough to put my arms around with only a few feet of rope to make up the difference but big and strong enough I could move without breaking the tree. But what made it Perfect were two things. 1st there were two over hanging branches about six feet apart that could support ropes and maybe my being suspended. The 2nd was a big root that stuck up out of the ground. It was about 10 inches from the ground to the bottom side of the root. It had a curve to it coming out of the ground then curving up and ending back in the ground. At its biggest there was just enough room to get a rope around and tie me to the root. I eagerly planted my flag. I also took a picture on my cell phone of the flag and tree to show Master later. Happy with my pick I turned to start back to the group and there in my path was the ‘camping’s a good thing’ sub.
“That’s my tree” She informed me.
“Really?” I asked “Looks like my flag is there not yours”
“But this has been our tree for the last two years and everyone knows that.”
“Well I guess you should have gotten here earlier.”
And with that remark I left.
I showed Master the pictures later and was ever so excited while telling him all my ideas. We spent most the afternoon and evening with others in our group and retired late to the RV. By 7 am I was up and getting all our bondage gear together for our day out. We ate a leisurely breakfast and by 10 am we were instructed by the group leader that we had the rest of the day to ourselves. With Master carrying the heavy bags we headed out towards the perfect tree. Imagine my surprise to find miss I love camping and her boyfriend already setting up their gear. Master was confused and I was just downright pissed. She looked up as we approached and smiled. Master and her boyfriend said hi to each other and I went off.
“Where is my flag? I put it here yesterday and I have proof on my phone.”
Which of course was locked in the RV. She very calmly told me she had seen my flag further down the path and maybe I had just got mixed up.
Came out of my mouth and Master grabbed my arm and guided me swiftly down the trail. I cussed and complained the whole way with Master keeping a firm hold on my arm. Now you’re thinking this is where I learn my lesson? But it’s not, that happens later on and gets a lot worse.
When we found the tree that what’s her name chose for us it was half as nice as the one I had picked but it wasn’t so bad either. The tree was large but it had been split in half and both sides had grown up and intertwined together. Master insured me it was a great tree but I couldn’t let it go. Master let me vent for several minutes then gagged me while we got out our things set up. Because we were outside I had on just an old short sleeve button down shirt and tennis shoes, and nothing else. Master secured the rope to both tree trunks and then tied my leather cuffs to the ends of the rope. He did the same at the bottom of the each trunk and tied my ankle cuffs as he had the wrist. Then undoing my shirt and exposing my tits he tied rope tightly around my chest and between my breast, lifting them up and making them swell. It was just a little breezy and the wind made my nipples hard.
Master secured me to my cuffs and I was barely able to stand up between the two trunks Master did not blind fold me but did make sure the gag was in place. Then out came the floggers and paddles. I shivered in anticipation. The first hit is always the worst and the best. That first touch as it hits bare skin can sting in the most wonderful way. Master takes two floggers in hand and uses both hands alternating sides. They make a whack whack sound as leather hits bare skin. I am able to move a little and I turn to and fro catching the tip at times and the full leather strip at others. Master also flogs my back and comes around to my front to torture my tits where he uses a smaller nylon flogger. When he pulls out the paddles I go insane. Master knows I don’t really like them but he does so he will paddle me and I try to get away. Like that is even possible. When I think I can stand no more he will bring out the peace of resistance.
It is two pieces of leather that are bound by one handle. When Master slaps my ass it makes a kinda whoop sound twice, once as it connects with my body and the other when the two pieces hit together. It is an unusual feeling and I just love the way it feels and sounds. After Master feels my ass is red enough he will release me and I practically fall to the ground, my legs are weak from pleasure. By now I have a bad case of the giggles. Master ignores this and guides me to the sleeping bag doubled lying on the ground. I practically fall onto it. Master has other plans and tells me to kneel with my back to him. He ties my right calf and foot to my right thigh. It is not tight, there is plenty of room for me to maneuver. He has made a lattice work out of the rope where he has started at my ankle tying it off and crisscrossing the rope till he connects it to my thigh. I cannot go very far but I am still able to move my legs either up and down or apart.
He repeats this work on the other side as well. He then has me sit on my legs and put my hands so they touch my shoulders, bending at the elbows he ties my arms together so I look like I have half an arm. But again not very tight so I am able to move just a little. This is important as when he is done tying I rest my weight on my elbows and knees and Master is able to take me from behind. It is over more quickly than either of us wants but we were both so excited it couldn’t be helped. We napped for a time on the sleeping bag then ate the sandwich’s I had prepared earlier and discussed what we wanted to do next. Since the first session was Masters idea it was up to me to decide the second. We decided to search for another location. It wasn’t long before we found what I was looking for.
The cabin had seen better days. It was run down and falling apart. But what caught my attention wasn’t the old abandoned cabin, it was the old rope hammock that still hung between two trees. Master inspected the rope and even sat on the hammock to make sure it was sturdy enough to hold me. Once that was done I laid down on the hammock. Master took his rope and starting with my chest and shoulders he took the rope and thread it through the holes in the hammock and then around me. He worked his way slowly down to my feet. I had taken off my shoes and once Master got to my feet he tied rope between each of my toes securing it to my heel and ankle from the top so it looked like a pair of rope sandals. Once he was done it looked like I was connected to the rope hammock as if we were one. Master put a thick rope gag in my mouth but did not blind fold me.
“Would you like to see if you can swing?” He asked me.
Being a little scared it would break I shook my head no.
“Humm let’s see what it looks like shall we?” He suggested
I started to struggle. I had more mobility than I thought and as I struggled the whole hammock moved with me. If I tried to raise my right arm the right side of the hammock came up with it. Master just watched in fascination his eyes getting a darker green as he watched my struggle and moving the hammock. This look always worries me and I ceased my struggles.
“What are you thinking” I tried to say through my gag.
Master understood my mumblings and replied.
“I was wondering if I turn you upside down what would happen.”
And before I could scream no he slowly began to rotate the hammock so I eventually was looking at the ground. He again made sure I was in no danger by carefully checking the ropes that bound me and the ropes that secured the hammock to the trees. He grabbed his camera and started snapping pictures.
“Move a little” He instructed.
I was afraid to move but I obeyed Master and once I started moving a little I realized I was not going to fall so I started struggling harder. The more I pulled against the ropes that bound me the more the hammock moved back and forth. Master eventually laid down underneath me and I could see he was so hard that he had to be uncomfortable in his tight jeans. But he kept taking pictures of me as I hung upside down. It didn’t take him long to put me up right again and undo me from the hammock. We were so Horney he didn’t even bother to retie me once I was off the hammock we just hit the ground and had hot and heavy sex. I wish we could have rested again but the sun was starting to set and we knew we had to get back to camp. We gathered our things and hand in hand headed back.
We were the last to arrive and after putting our stuff in the RV we joined the others for the Bar-B-Que. We were exchanging details of our day with another couple we knew when miss I love camping opened her big mouth. That was when the trouble started.
Now if she had kept her mouth shut I wouldn’t have gotten into trouble, but then this wouldn’t be lesson # 3 now would it. In the one and a half hours we had been there I had drank four beers and was working on the 5th when she said very loudly.
“The place my sir and I had was perfect. We had the most wonderful session.”
And to the couple with us I said. “After she stole it from me she had a good time.”
“I didn’t steal anything from you, I can’t help it if you got confused as to where your flag was planted.’
“I was not confused. I have a picture to prove it. You’re just a whiny stealing bitch.”
Now this is where I should have left things but I kept on and so did she until I told her to go F herself. Her Dom stood up and told me I had better apologize to her and I said hell no and he started towards me which is when Master intervened. He stood between me and them and told us all to calm down. He turned towards me and told me to apologize for what I had said and as I stared at him open mouthed he turned to her and said you need to apologize also for starting this whole thing. Now of course I smiled a big ole smile which didn’t help any but when Master turned around back to me my smile faded.
“I’ll apologize to her if she does the same.”
Well she flat refused and started crying. I mean like really? So I folded my arms over my chest and said I wouldn’t apologize till she did. Her Dom started getting really aggressive and our friends took both of us by the arms and said we should just go. Now Master isn’t one to back down from a fight but there is a time and place to fight and this was not it. So Master told me let’s go now and as he backed away he grabbed my arm to pull me with him. But my being stubborn I refused to go and stood my ground. Master tugged on my arm and again said, “Let’s just go”
But I said, “Takes a real man to hit a woman”
And before I could react the Dom shoved me hard and Master shoved him back to get him off me. As Master did a quick turn to see if I was ok the Dom sucker punched him and practically knocked him to the ground and faster than I could blink Master hit the guy and knocked him out cold. He was only out for a couple of seconds but that was enough time for most of the camp to come see what was going on. The head of the campout told us that all four of us had to leave now. I would have argued but I knew Master was already mad and it would do me no good to continue this argument especially when I was partly to blame. We loaded up the RV said goodbye to our friends and drove to the next available campground and parked for the night. It was a four hour drive to home and Master did not talk to me the whole way. When we got home I apologized for everything I had done especially not coming when he said too. Master said next time just do what I say. It took almost two weeks for his black eye to go away and every time I looked at him I was reminded of lesson #3 if Master tells you to leave with him then do so right then. No questions asked.
Wait I know that song. Even know all the words. Thank you Master for changing the radio station. Damn my nose itches again. The hood has moved back and the darn string is back tickling my nose. I feel Master checking the ropes. He is careful to make sure nothing is too tight. He has been doing this about every five minutes so I figure I have five minutes left. I move my head slightly and Master itches my nose and also moves the hood so the string is no longer bothering me. I will have to remember to cut the darn thing off when I get released. I adjust my feet, well as much as I am able with my legs being tied together. I can’t move much but the little bit I did helped to relieve the pressure on my toes. Ah much better. Now I think I have time for one more lesson.
Lesson # 4: Try not to embarrass Master while out in public
We had been dating for over a year and had just recently moved in together. Master had been to a workshop where he had learned something new and wanted to try it out with me. He wasn’t sure I would like it but I said I was willing to try it at least once. Master is good with his hands and loves to build things and he had to build a base that supported two towers connected at the foot and the top. The base was wide enough so it would not tip over. He inserted holes in the towers so if he wanted to he could put in metal hooks to tie me too, for this play session he did not need the hooks. The towers were only about thirty two inches across and about six feet tall. There were footrests on both sides about a foot off the floor. I was in just a light t-shirt and no shoes when I stepped on the padded foot rest. Master had already set the things up he would need for this play session. This consisted of an industrial size spool of plastic. Well maybe it wasn’t that big but a large spool none the less.
Once I was on the foot rest with my arms holding on to the towers Master started taking the plastic and wrapping it around me and the towers. He started at my feet and worked his way up to my neck. Then he started back down so I was double wrapped. He knows I won’t tolerate having my face wrapped in plastic so he wrapped my head from my eyes up to a little over my head. He did cover my mouth with the plastic but just one layer. Now what I had failed to notice when I was getting on the towers was it was a double tower, which means there were two towers on each side an inner one and the one connected to the base. The inner one I was to find out moved. It was able to rotate either to make me face the floor or to make me on my back. Master quickly figured out he could turn me upside down if he turned me on my back but kept going. He again had his camera ready and was taking pictures of me in different positions.
It was kind of fun as I knew I could not fall with all the plastic I was wrapped in. Master eventually set me upright and stated to cut the plastic off of me. He started with my head and arms although he did not completely take the plastic off of me just took it off the towers so I was no longer connected. When he got to my legs he cut the plastic in between my legs and made sure each leg had its own wrapping but made it so I would be able to walk or stand. He wrapped my arms to my sides while my legs were spread apart. Then he walked me to the flogging chair and laid me over the base part and applied more plastic so I was secured to the table and unable to move. He then got the floggers out and gave me a good spanking. I really hate not being able to move while I am being whipped but this was a whole new experience and I enjoyed the feel of the floggers as they struck the plastic. Master again took me from behind while I was still encased in the plastic on the chair. It was a wild Ride and we were both exhausted afterward.
Master plays in a pool tournament and I usually go along and cheer him on. Now I know very little about playing pool so I usually hang out with the other girlfriends and wives. On this particular night I had a very stressed out day at work and I was starting to get a bad headache. I figured if I had a couple of drinks my headache would go away. I know not very smart but it sounded good at the time. We had been there an hour when Master’s obnoxious brother and his wife walked in. I was on my fourth beer and really feeling much better till they joined me at the table. The wife started in as soon as she sat down.
“When are you two getting married?”
OMG I couldn’t take it, not tonight. I was as polite as I could be for as long as I could, but when she started telling me how her son needed someone to play with and that wouldn’t happen till we got married because you can’t have children and not be married. Now whether it was the beer the headache or just my being fed up with the sister in law it doesn’t really matter cause in the heat of anger I leaned over towards her patted my not so flat stomach and said, “Surprise!”
I finished off my beer and ordered another one. All I was trying to do was shut her up. Which I guess it did for about five minutes. Master won his first game and came to join us while he waited for the next round. I went to the restroom and on my way back I had several people telling me congratulations. Now I have to admit I’d completely forgotten what I’d done so I was like what? By the time I’d gotten back to the table Master had three shots in front of him and the guys were saying congratulations. He was looking at me like what the hell and I said,
“Why do you have three shots in front of you?” and Then his sister in law said if front of everybody
“Why it’s because of the baby of course. Your girlfriend told us she’s pregnant and you’re not going to marry her.”
Master lifted one dark Blond eyebrow and waited for me to explain. For once in my life I was speechless. All his friends and his brother were staring at me, but all I could do was look at Master. Finally I said,
“I didn’t tell her I was pregnant she just assumed I was.”
“But You patted your stomach and said surprise. You let me believe you were. Are you saying you lied to me?”
“I didn’t lie, you just mistook what I said and if you’d minded your own business then we wouldn’t be having this conversation.’
Now I agree I went a little too far with that last remark but by then I was really mad. The sister in law gave me a go to hell look and stood up and left. Her husband said way to go and followed her out the door. I was afraid to look at Master and the guys who had been at the table slowly moved away. Master drank his shots and told me we will talk about this later and went back to playing pool. Later came the next morning.
“First you will call my sister in law and tell her you’re sorry for playing a joke on her and then you will explain to me what that was all about.”
I did as Master requested and when I was done he just shook his head.
“What am I going to do with you? Do you know how much crap I took last night?”
“Will I be punished?”
“Do you think you should be?”
I shook my head no then said, “Maybe I should be flogged?”
“It isn’t punishment if you enjoy it. Let’s see, I haven’t tried everything I learned at the workshop yet. “
And with that I was told to go put on a pair of pantyhose and some heels. Master then helped me into a pantyhose shirt that went over my head and covered my top half as well as my arms and hands. Then I put on a hose hood that the legs were still attached this way Master can use the legs as a gag and a blind fold. I was gagged immediately but the blind fold was not yet put on. In the basement I waited while Master once again got out the roll of plastic. Master had me stand while he wrapped me in plastic. Starting with my ankles he wrapped my legs tight together and worked his way up to my arms which he wrapped to each leg and then up to my neck which he wrapped loosely, then he put my blindfold on and wrapped the plastic over the top of my head and under my chin. He put some on my blindfold and my mouth careful to leave my nose free.
Then he helped me to lie on the futon and took some plastic and wrapped my shoes to connect to the rest of my body. Then he took out some Purple duck tape and began to put tape all over me. I couldn’t move and could barely hear over the plastic head gear but I could hear him tell me he was taking pictures and how to pose. Master did ask me to play for him and I did try but it is difficult to move when you are tightly bound in plastic and tape. I must have done a pretty good job because after a few minutes he started cutting the plastic on my legs up to my waist. He has eye hooks in the ceiling above the futon and he secured my legs to the rope hanging from the hooks and with my legs spread wide I gave and got one hell of a ride.
Lesson # 4 learned well especially since I had to apologize to his sister in law so I will never embarrass Master again.
Master is touching me in a very sensual way. It must be time for all these ropes to come off me. He starts with my feet. He has tied rope to my ankles put a knot in the rope to hold it in place then continues to just below my knee’s again tied a knot and continues in this fashion so I have one just above my knee, on my upper thigh around my butt, and my waist and one under by breast and one on top. My hands are tied behind my back by a separate piece of rope. They are bound at the wrist and then like the rest of my body has knots tied to secure as he worked his way up to my arm pits. I have on as I have said the ball gag and the dark hood. Master unties my shoes from my ankles and I wiggle my numb toes. Ah sweet relief. I know he will only undo my legs but will leave my arms and chest tied. I will also have to leave the gag and hood on for a little bit more. The darn string is back but now I don’t care. Master will please himself and me and I will not have the string to distract me anymore. As he helps me to the bed I quickly forget what I have done this time to be punished. As his mouth touches my clit all other thoughts flee.
Oh one more quick lesson. Don’t lie to your Master. Well almost never lie. For example I will never tell him how much I love the feel of the rope as it lays against my bare skin or how it enhances the silkiness of the hose as it slides against my skin. My eyes roll when he pulls the rope out because I have to hide my true feelings of how much I love rope bondage. I mean you can’t use something for punishment that you love now can you. As Master is fond of saying ‘ it isn’t punishment if you like it’
So let this be our little secret for now shall we? Next time I will tell you what I did to deserve the punishment I was just in, but that’s a longer story.
Until next time try not to do the things I would do. Try to be a good submissive not a bad one.
Unless of course you really love being bad.
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