continues from part one

Handcuffs - Part II

Maxine had not asked for another domination which was unusual. She was highly motivated and said she needed these sessions to unwind. I was not aware of her job getting easier so there must be some other reason. I suspected that the handcuffs had something to do with it, but could not be certain. I decided to wait and see. Eventually, after several weeks she came out with it.

“Have you still got those handcuffs?” She asked suddenly,

“Of course,” I replied, “they were quite expensive, it would be a shame to use them only once.”

“I see,” she said flatly, her voice betraying little emotion. “You want to use them now?”

I thought I detected a quiver in her voice. She held out her wrists.

“First take off your clothes.”

She hesitated only for a moment before disrobing provocatively.

“Wait there,” I told her. I returned brandishing the cuffs, plus our bag of goodies. Unknown to her I had removed the gag and placed it in my pocket. I threw the bag down and approached her. She put her hands out and I cuffed one of her wrists, there was a visible shiver. She now knew that once cuffed there was no escape until I released her. She closed her eyes. I took the opportunity to twirl her round and before she knew what was happening I had cuffed her hands behind her, not in front.

“No! Nnngffffm” The gag silenced her complaint. She took several steps away from me and turned. I am sure it was fear I saw in her wide eyes. There was nothing she could do. Her hands were locked behind her, her arms pulled back by  the closeness of the hinged joint. It was as if I had bound her elbows as well. Her breasts jutted out from the forced posture. She was not struggling, that would fruitless knowing the handcuffs as she did, but her instincts were telling her to run. She was poised on the ball of her right foot, but there was nowhere to run, and besides I was not chasing her. I stood my ground calmly. I did not want to escalate things with a show of anger or even disapproval. I just stood and watched her. Her breathing was laboured trying to inhale through her mouth as well as her nose. I hoped she would not hyperventilate, it might complicate things. Eventually she relaxed her stance.

“Come here,” I said quietly. I stood patiently. “You will submit to me.”

Our relationship was based on power. She was used to getting her way at work. I always stood my ground with her. We were equals in all things except when we played out these sexual games. Her submission to me was always reluctant, although she claimed she wanted to, her natural dominance prevented her from going through. It was a battle of wills, but not mine and hers, just her own private battle. This time I was going to insist.

“You know I will win,” I said my voice still low and soft, “You cannot escape and there is nowhere for you to run to. I am not going to chase you. You will come to me. Come on,” I encouraged, “you do not know what I have in mind.”

I watched her digest all the information. She really had no choice, but it was hard for her. Eventually she came before me. I tweaked a nipple. She gasped silently but did not pull away. I opened the bag and pulled several lengths of rope out. Her eyes followed me.

Maxine has never understood why I tie her breasts. Once her hands are held she seems to think that is enough. Today was a perfect example. With her hands in front of her she had been severely disabled, with them behind she was totally helpless, so any extra rope was not necessary, or so she thought. Nevertheless she stood meekly while I fussed about bunching her breasts. I then put a rope around her waist catching her cuffed wrists preventing even the smallest movement. I also made a firm crupper with suitable knots for stimulation. She could not complain and I felt her body tensing and relaxing as she fought with herself as much as the ropes that now hugged her. I made her kneel before rolling her onto her chest. Her movements were punctuated by muffled grunts.

Having got her on the floor I proceeded to tie each leg to it’s thigh. Once secure I lifted her back onto her knees. She squirmed uncomfortably as I crossed her ankles forcing her knees apart. She was now virtually immobile, only her head could move freely.

Maxine is fit. She works out at a gymn 3 times a week and swims on the other two mornings. Her muscles are strong and her capacity to bend or stretch is formidable. The position she was in was not easy. Her shoulders were forced back and her elbows were almost but not quite touching, I had supported them with rope, even though the handcuffs had forced them there anyway. I played with her for a bit, rubbing her nipples and exploring between her legs. I found her reassuringly damp. She moaned behind her gag. I stopped without allowing her the pleasure of release. Her disappointment was obvious. I saw her try and manipulate the crupper by pulling her hands, but there was no room for manoeuvre. There was a whimper of frustration. I waited for her to realise fully how she was positioned.

Maxine dislikes oral sex intently. She claims it is demeaning, which I suppose it is. It is also very pleasurable for me, when done properly. Maxine’s solution has been to not do it properly. I have tried various ways of encouraging her, all to no avail. She will not swallow, and she will not give me a smooth ride, either gripping too hard or opening too wide. This time I was going to be satisfied.

The gag I had purchased has interchangeable accessories. At present  Maxine’s mouth was filled with a penis like rubber filling, an indication of what was to come, if she thought about it. What she may not have noticed was that the rim of the penis was a covered metal O that kept her mouth open even when the penis was removed, leaving her vulnerable to oral abuse. The other attachments included a breather gag allowing for long term use, and an inflatable one for severe punishment.

“Have you worked out what I want?” I asked patiently.

Her response was a combination of nods and shakes. She knew of course, but was going to refuse. She did not realise that there would be no choice.

“We can do this the hard way or the easy way,” I told her. Her head shaking was more vigorous. I decided that I had had enough head shaking for one day and attached a short rope from the back of the gag to the rope around her breasts, now even her head was held, though not completely. She could tilt her head back, but sideways or down was now difficult. There was anger in her eyes and a defiance that I recognised.

“Perhaps I should leave you to reconsider?” I suggested.

The defiance was still there. I unclipped the penis and withdrew it. Her mouth stayed open and no force she could make would close it. I stood back in her eyesight and let her understand fully her predicament.

“If I take you now, you will have no choice, but it would be like fucking a milk bottle.” I pointed out. There was no reaction from her, except perhaps a slight look of concern. I decided to spell it out.

“If I have to use the gag I will replace the rubber penis until I am ready to try again. If you still refuse I will fuck you again, this time I will replace the penis with this” I brandished the inflatable gag. She did not seem to comprehend until I gave it a few puffs to start inflation. “And so it will continue until you submit.” I told her.

I am not an extraordinary man. My recovery rate is average, say twenty minutes for the first one, then thirty, then maybe nearer the hour. If she decided to resist she could be stuck for several hours with no hope of release. I let her digest fully the consequences.

“Once I have had a decent blow job I will release you from this position and we will see where we go from there. Of course if I am too tired we will have to leave you handcuffed all night.” I saw her eyes open wide. “I can also tease the hell out of you while I am waiting for the next try,” I said wickedly. “How do you fancy nipple torture?” She could not move her head, and despite having nothing inside her mouth her words were still unintelligible.

“Let me demonstrate,” I said pulling out a clothes peg.

Her nipples were swollen due to the pressure of the ropes around them. Maxine suddenly realised the significance of breast bondage. Her shriek was a little disconcerting. I did not leave the peg in place for long.

“So what’s it to be?”

Her answer was still unintelligible to I made it easy for her.

“Will you submit? Blink once for No and twice for yes.”

I watched her intently. She blinked once, then her eyes closed slowly.

“You refuse?”

A single blink

“You agree?”

This time the double blink was more pronounced.

“If I am not satisfied, you will do it again,” I told her.

She shivered involuntarily. I removed the gag completely allowing, not only full speech but full head movement as well.

“You bastard.” She said quietly.

I smiled disarmingly. “I will allow you that one. Any more dissent and the gag goes back anyway.

I was going to just unzip my flies but decide she could wait a little longer. My disrobing was functional, and complete. I presented her with my semi erect penis. Her reluctance was obvious but her mouth was soft yet firm. She still had very limited movement so I moved my hips to encourage the stimulation. It was not going to take long. As I climaxed I rammed hard into her causing her to gag but my juices were inside her mouth. She might have dribbled a bit but I did see her swallow. She even tried to clean me up.

“That wasn’t so bad was it?” I encouraged, my prick having shrivelled rather dramatically. She did not look convinced, her face showing distinct signs of distaste. I fetched her a glass of water which she accepted.

“Now what to do?” I mused. She could have said something but discretion is the better part of valour.

“It seems a shame to waste all my hard work, so....”

She looked at me quizzically. I rummaged in our bag and produced the bullet vibrator. “Your not....”

“Oh yes I am,” I replied, pushing it past the crupper. I untied her ankles and rolled her onto the floor again, retying them side by side and then tying her thighs together as well. She was now bunched up with the bullet deep inside her but her breasts were still accessible. She had earned a reprieve from the pegs but that did not stop me fingering her still swollen nipples.

Maxine had never encountered multiple orgasms before she met me. Her dominance had meant that once she climaxed she pushed her partner away. With bondage she had no way to stop me stimulating her further. The first time she had been surprised, pleasantly so, but continued stimulation eventually became a trial. She was capable of over a dozen orgasms in quick succession being unable to stop while the stimulation lasted.  Her pride and bravado prevented her from calling a halt. She had never yet used the safe word. Today she would have to admit defeat, I decided.

Vibrators were less effective than human touch but with her legs locked tightly together, the added pressure of the crupper and my attention on her nipples the result was inevitable. I continued rubbing her nipples as the first convulsions came, making her surpress a shriek of indignation. As her climaxes became more frequent her self control was severely tested.

“The word is ‘Enough’” I reminded her. I pinched her left nipple and held it. It was cruel I know but I was determined.

“No!” She strained, “No.........” The agony of admission “Enough!”

Even with the bullet turned off she was still shaking as I released the ropes. The key to the handcuffs was still in my pocket. I fished through my discarded clothes and retrieved it. As I unlocked the first cuff I did not register the tension in her arms, or if I did I took it as her wanting to be free, but no sooner was her hand released then she pulled away and scuttled off. I assumed she needed the toilet. I busied myself getting decent. It was still early in the evening and I am not one for lounging around in a dressing gown, or naked for that matter.

Maxine returned sporting a very short skirt and a ‘slinky’ top that left nothing to the imagination. She trotted over to me and knelt with her wrists in front of her the handcuff dangling invitingly.

“I want to serve you, “she said solemnly.

You could have knocked me down with a feather. She did not look up at me just waited with her arms raised, wrists together inviting me to cuff her again. How could I refuse such an offer.

“What would sir like?” She said in her best maid’s voice, “Tea, Coffee, something stronger perhaps?”

“A beer will do nicely,” I answered still a little taken aback.

“Certainly, but first....” She got up quickly and retrieved the gag that was still lying on the floor. She returned to her knees and presented it to me. “I am yours to command, “she said simply.

My head was now spinning. Never before had she shown such tendencies. What had I done? I looked at her submissively waiting. Her mouth opened eagerly to accept the penis gag.

“Go on then,” I chivied, “and mind you don’t spill it.”

There followed a very pleasant if surprising evening with Maxine attending me, kneeling or standing, attentive yet not intrusive. She made the perfect slave, yet there was one more surprise for me.

As I declared it was time for bed she came in front of me and knelt down blocking my exit. She started to undo my trousers, the first unforced provocative action of the evening. As my penis was freed she gave it a couple of strokes to encourage it then raised her head and put her hands to her gag, touching it. I immediately realised what she wanted. Her head rested on my groin as I removed the strap. She then gently pushed my chest back and proceeded to give me the best blow job I have ever had. I was flabbergasted.

As my composure returned I looked down to see her still kneeling between my legs and smiling. I put my hand to my pocket.

“Wait,” she said softly. “I have found this evening exhilarating. Not having to think, not having any control. I want it to go on.” She paused, “I want to be your slave.”

“I would wear these all the time I am at home, except, I could not cook or even care for myself properly. Perhaps you could find something a little less restricting? But it must be inescapable. I need that sense of helplessness. It’s intoxicating. Please?”

“How far are you prepared to go?”

“As far as I can.”

“How will I know if it goes too far?”

She thought a moment. “How about a special word, one that means that I  really have had enough?”

“Such as?”

She considered for a few moments,

“Wilberforce,” she stated.

It seemed poetic to nominate the name of the person instrumental in banishing slavery from this country as the name to finish her bondage, because bondage it would be.

“What do you think?” She purred, “do you think you could tame me?”

I was still luxuriating from my recent orgasm. The thought of having Maxine at my beck and call, with no more argument or power struggle was very appealing.

“Go to bed,” I told her. “I need to look for a few things on the net.”.

She scurried off without a word. I hadn’t even unlocked her hands. Perhaps she wanted to keep them on all night?

ends

07.02.07