Complete Control

Eventually he comes back and blindfolds me again. He then puts the clothespins on my already sore nipples, and I try to stifle my yelp from the pain so the neighbors won't hear. Unbelievably, he decides to go back into the house once again. It's much worse this time since I'm now blindfolded and have no idea who might be watching or approaching me while I'm tied up out there. He stays inside for what again seems like an eternity, and I'm very relieved when he finally returns.

But, he doesn't make things any easier on me. He then tells me to lean forward, which I do, and he ties the string between the clothespins to the porch rail with more string and a rubber band, like he'd done previously to the ceiling. If I try to lean back in the chair and relax, the clothespins tug all the more painfully on my nipples. I am now forced to sit as far forward in the chair as I can, with my legs spread and feet bound to the chair legs, barely touching the floor, leaning forward with my tits displayed for all the world to see. I am glad he doesn't choose to flog me at all on the porch because I doubt I could keep from screaming.

But my nipples are in serious pain from the constant tugging of the clothespins, and I am finding it hard to balance my body and keep it tilted forward. He walks down to the street in front of his house to see how visible I am if someone should walk or drive by. My panting and silent moans from the pain are so loud in my own mind, and I'm so distracted by the pain and my predicament, that I don't hear him return. Suddenly he is kissing me on the mouth. I grab for him with my lips and tongue, and his mouth tastes sweeter than ever before and I can't get enough of him. But he pulls away too soon and I am left there with my mouth searching for his to no avail, and I whimper a bit.

I can feel him standing in front of me, and I even think he is leaning against the rail, just silently watching me writhe and whimper in pain. I am again amazed at how sadistic he truly can be, and grateful that his sweet and caring nature can co-exist with his sadistic penchant to torture me and conquer my will. Now and then, he plucks at the string tugging on my nipples.

It is growing chilly outside and he decides that we should move back inside. I am relieved because my legs are hurting from trying to keep my body balanced. He releases my arms, unties my legs from the chair, and removes the clothespins from my nipples. It takes all the will I have to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs as the blood rushes back to my nipples. He does not take off the blindfold as he guides me back inside. He holds the cup of water to my lips, and I drink a little more before he leads me across the living room floor.

Soon I realize we are again standing at the doorway to his office. He positions me with my back to the closed door once again. This time he has decided to chain my wrist cuffs to the hook instead of tying them with rope, and he tells me to hold my arms up high again. But it seems my arms are so fatigued that they keep on dropping down, hindering his attempts to chain them to the hook above the door. He is losing patience with me and his voice is clearly cross. This strikes fear into my heart, and I hold my arms up as straight as I can and concentrate as hard as I can on not dropping them. He finally succeeds in chaining them up, even though he leaves a little play in the chain. I breathe a sigh of relief, despite the fact that I am once again entirely at his disposal.

He then tells me to spread my legs far apart, and I wonder why. Surely he can't then expect to tie my nipples to the ceiling the way he did before because, with my legs spread, I will be way too low to the ground for that to be at all bearable. I spread my legs and he guides me, telling me to move them further and further apart. I feel him maneuvering my ankles and tying rope around them, but can't figure out what he's doing because I'm still blindfolded. Then I hear him stand up before me. I ask what he's done.

"Try to put your legs together," is all he says in response, and I do and realize that he has attached my ankles to a spreader bar. I am now the most helpless I have been the entire evening, and completely humiliated. My tits are tied and swollen and sore beyond belief, my arms and legs are incapacitated, my eyes are blindfolded, and my legs and pussy are spread wide open for whatever whim he might have.

He then proceeds to play with my tits a bit and asks me if I want "the strong, tight clamps or the really strong ones." I am totally confused and tell him that I don't know which are which, and he repeats the question. I realize I should answer that I want the "really strong ones" because otherwise I am being too weak and could be subjecting myself to future punishment. At this point he tells me he's been using clothespins on my nipples. I am disappointed in myself for having found the simple clothespins so very painful because I know he has other, more severe clamps. So I tell him I want the "really strong ones."

He retrieves the Japanese clover clamps and puts them on my nipples, and they are much more painful than the clothespins. I really cannot tolerate the pain, and he can tell I am having a very difficult time. He asks if he should take them off, but I am reticent to respond because I do not want to be weak and disappoint him. He asks me again, saying he understands that my nipples must be just too sore at this point to stand these clamps, and I agree once he promises he will use these stronger clamps next time. He takes the clamps off, which causes more pain, and then returns the clothespins to their now familiar home.

He then turns his attention to my very wet and open pussy. He is spreading my lips with his fingers and I am growing increasingly excited. He has never been one for a lot of hands-on pussy action, so I am finding this more exciting than one normally might. But then suddenly my lips are being spread even further as he is putting what I assume are clothespins all along the outer lips. I cannot control a scream. I have never felt such pain before in my life, and he doesn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. I lose track of how many clothespins he has put on my pussy as my whole body is shaking with pain.

Just when I think that I am getting used to the pain, his fingers enter my pussy, he grabs an inner lip, and attaches a clothespin there too. I let out an extended howl from that. He doesn't leave that clothespin on very long because he can tell from my reaction how painful it is, but it's there long enough for me. But then he starts to feel his way up into my pussy with his finger, and he reaches for my G-spot and starts to massage it, and even with all the pain and torture I am feeling, I have never felt such pleasure. He can tell I am enjoying it too much, so he withdraws, causing me to whimper incessantly as he walks away.

So there I stand -- tits and arms bound, spreader bar between my ankles, nipples and pussy clamped, and I am sure there is no way I can feel any greater pain. I am, as I have been a number of times this evening, of course, wrong. He returns and begins another session of punishment. He starts with the cat on my outer thighs. He then moves to my inner thighs and has me fearing that his final destination will be my pussy, but he cannot whip me directly on my pussy since it's got all those clothespins attached to it.

He then brings to my attention a certain philosophical debate we've been having over the past few months. I think he has chosen this one because he knows how strong my resolve is on this issue. Suddenly he is no longer using the cat, which, while painful, I have become a bit accustomed to. He is now using the riding crop, which I find far stronger and harsher than the cat. He applies the crop with full force on my flesh, and it stings much more than the cat. He is using it on my stomach and thighs, and his strokes get stronger and stronger, and he finally moves to my breasts and is striking me all over my swollen and tortured tits.

Throughout this torment, he keeps asking me to agree with him on that particular philosophical debate, and I am in so much pain from the blows to my tits that I really want to agree with him. But I cannot bring myself to give up my convictions, so I stand there, with him striking me with the crop so incessantly that not more than a second or two goes by between blows. He is cropping my tits, my abdomen, my thighs, and my whole body is on fire. Every time I move in reaction to the crop, my pussy burns from the additional pain caused by the clothespins pulling on my pussy lips, and I am at the point where I can feel tears coming to my eyes and a huge lump in my throat. I have never felt anything like this before in my entire life.

I want to cry from the pain, but am so very grateful that he has brought me to this incredible point. While the pain is beyond belief and part of me wants to agree with him and end the suffering, I feel like I have reached a place, outside myself, where I am free from the physical and emotional barriers of my life and I have given him the reins to control me. While it is painful beyond belief, it is the most liberating and exciting thing to be able to trust him that much, and for him to have mastered me so skillfully. I cannot imagine ever being happier, which is so surprising to me, considering the intense pain and humiliation I am feeling right now.

He finally decides that I will not give in on our debate and stops the cropping, but then he decides to take the clips off of my tits, and while the blood is still rushing back to my nipples and I am still writhing and moaning with pain, he starts to remove the clamps from my pussy. The pain and burning coming from my pussy makes my heart race and I cannot even catch my breath enough to scream. I think that all that comes out of my mouth is some strained panting and whimpering, because he is taking the clips off one at a time, and each one hurts more than the previous.

At the very last one I catch my breath and actually get a scream out, but he's not through yet. He retrieves the cat. He flogs my thighs and torso a little more and then even flogs me directly on my pussy briefly, which is incredibly painful, but he doesn't stay there long. I make a note to myself to let him know that further flogging there would be a welcome and painful punishment.

He lets up on the flogging, and before I realize it, he has freed me from my bonds and is leading me, still blindfolded, across the living room toward the futon there. The burning in my pussy is still strong.

He secures my arms behind my back, seats me on the futon, and sits next to me. He starts to touch my pussy a bit, but is having a hard time accessing the area because my legs are together. I'm still trying to recover mentally from the very intense punishment I've just endured from the clothespins and the cat and crop.

He says to me, "A smart girl would spread her legs," and I promptly spread them as wide as I can, again showing how much he's broken me, because ordinarily I would have some kind of verbal retort for him, but now I just respond to his request as quickly as I can. He then proceeds to reach inside my pussy and massage my G-spot and the entire region. Feeling such pleasure after so much torture is an amazing thing. My body is so much more sensitive to his every touch and I feel like he's setting my whole body aflame. I try to keep from coming too quickly because I am not really sure that he wants me to come, but I finally ask him if I can come. He gives permission, and I have one of the strongest orgasms I can remember.

After that, our bondage session is over. He releases me from my bonds and removes the blindfold. I look at the clock and see we've been at it for about four hours.

We then move to the bedroom, get in bed, and start to talk a bit about the events of the evening, and I really want to feel his cock inside of me, but I also love the way his cock tastes, and I feel it would be more in keeping with the tone of the evening for me to give him a blow job. I know how much he loves it when I give him blow jobs, and I want to please him as much as I can tonight. So I lower my head and start to lick and kiss his erect cock.

As I am sucking on his balls and licking his cock, I realize that I am enjoying this even more than ever, and I think it must be because now I want to be His entirely and please Him in every way possible. And tasting Him in my mouth and hearing His moans makes my submission to Him complete because I now know that I have not only allowed Him to dominate my mind and body, but I have also fulfilled His sexual desires as well, and that makes the evening complete.

As He finally comes in my mouth and I swallow every last drop, I feel completely fulfilled and satisfied to have become His sub tonight and closer to Him than I ever have to another soul. I could not have imagined how much this would strengthen my feelings toward Him, nor could I have imagined how much His Complete Control would strengthen my masochistic desires. But lying there in His arms, I know that I will gladly repeat tonight's events and will look forward to His increasing the extremity of His torture and domination of my body and mind.

-- The End --

This story is the factual account of a real event. Comments are welcome.