The Beautiful Centerpiece

We have been together for a little over a year and a half, but it feels like our whole lives. We have been intimate since the beginning and for about a year we have been skimming the waters of bondage. We have co-written this story for everyone to enjoy. It is based on true events in acting out a fantasy. The first instance of bondage occurred during Spring Break of 2003, when Chris tied up Mikayla to the bedposts of a Red Roof in Tangiers, GA. Since then, many hidden fantasies came to light. They have been experimenting with many different facets of bondage, including role-playing in a Master/sub situation. Chris and Mikayla have shown interest in Magic/Illusion bondage, horror bondage, outdoor bondage, and fully-clothed. They would like to stress that all activities are consensual and that are done with a great amount of love and respect. In this tale Chris is punishing Mikayla for making herself desirable to other men on a dinner date.

It was a clear night. Warm. The end of summer. Chris and Mikayla had just left the Stonewood Tavern and climbed in Chris' BMW. Mikayla was dressed to the 10th degree. Her low cut burgundy top and black skirt captivated Chris. Her strappy black heels sent shivers down his spine.

"Can I tell you something?" Mikayla whispered quietly...

"Darling you can tell me anything." Chris replied in a soft, charming manner.

"What would you do if I told you I didn't have any panties on?" Mikayla asked, blushing.

Looking at Chris intently, waiting for an answer, Mikayla shifted nervously on the leather seat of Chris' convertible.

"What?" Chris asked. His went face white in disbelief.

Quietly, she asked, "What do you think?"

Laughing, Chris asked, "Sweetie, what did you say? I thought you said you weren't wearing panties."

"I'm not. What do you think?"

"What do I think?"

Mikayla sensed something was wrong.

"Show me." Chris demanded. He placed his hand in hers and pushed it to her lap.

"No! We're in public! I mean do I have to?" Mikayla pleaded.

"Yes. I don't believe you."

"I'm not in trouble, am I?"

"If you're telling the truth you will be."

Mikayla guided Chris' hand up her leg and slowly began pushing her skirt up.

"Do you actually want to see? Or just touch it? You need to keep your eyes on the road sweetie...You're not mad at me, are you?"

"Convince me, however you think you can." Chris began to grow impatient. Squirming in her seat, Mikayla reached down and under the tight fabric of her skirt, Chris placed his fingers on her wet pussy. Chris closed his eyes and savored the feeling. Mikayla breathily pushed herself down onto Chris' hand as she retrieved her panties. She waved them in Chris' face.

"Is this proof enough?"

Mikayla squealed in fear. "Watch out!" just in time to swerve out of the way of an on-coming car.

"Chris, you're not mad at me, are you?"

"That all depends. You realize that we were in a very public restaurant, with very public people, very important public people, don't you? Why this occasion do you decide to leave you're panties in your purse?

"Well, I.... I didn't know you were taking me somewhere so nice. And I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry."

Frowning and looking down at her knees, "I... I don't know."

"I saw you fidgeting, and looking away from me during dinner. Was there someone else?"

"No, I was nervous that the men sitting across from us might notice before you did. And I wasn't sure if you knew or not, and I didn't want to get in trouble..."

"I can't believe you. After all I've done for you to make tonight special, you go and ruin it, whoring yourself on my watch," Chris said cruelly.

"I'M SORRY! I wasn't trying to ruin the night, I swear. It was for you -- I wanted to do something special for you! I thought maybe that if I did something risqué it would... I'm sure what I thought it would do, but..."

She sighed, " Nevermind. I wish I'd never said anything."

"You'll be sorry when I get you home. Just for this incident, I want something from you tonight."

"What do you want? Chris, I'll do anything to make up for it."

Mikayla waited in silence for a response until she couldn't hide it anymore.

"I don't like it when you're quiet like this..." Mikayla said quietly.

Chris smiled a mean, cruel smile. "Let's just say it'll be time for this little piggy to get hers."

Mikayla suddenly began wishing she had driven herself to Chris' house -- that or that she had never told him about her panties. "No Chris, not tonight. Maybe you should just take me home," Mikayla stammered, "I mean, please?"

Chris grabbed her wrists.

"Sweetie, don't make this any worse on yourself." Mikayla bit her lip. She didn't know what lay ahead of her, but she could almost guarantee she wouldn't like it.

"Okay, Chris."

Chris put on a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses and smiled.

"I prefer 'Master'."

Mikayla shivered and felt the juices rushing to her pussy.

"Yes Master."

The jet-black BMW convertible sped off into the night. The trees passed, the lights twinkled. It all became a blur to Mikayla. All she knew that she had misbehaved and would now suffer the consequences of her misdeeds. She both savored and feared these moments when Chris decided it was time to become her Master. While she did not always understand or enjoy the punishments, she understood their necessity and appreciated Chris' willingness to help her learn. Mikayla put her seat back and shut her eyes, trying to relax on the way home and not think about the punishment that lay ahead.

At Chris' home in an up-scale neighborhood, the garage door lifted. Headlights beamed into the darkness, the Beamer rolled to a stop. Chris hopped out of the car and quickly made his way to the passenger side. The more she anticipated it, the worse it would be. Mikayla pushed open her door. Chris instantly grabbed her by both hands and twisted her arms behind her back. He pushed her forward into the door. Pressing her into the dark oak door, he unlocked it and they headed into the house. She was ready to accept her punishment, and only hoped that it would help her grow into the type of person Chris wanted.

Mikayla knew better than to struggle, but couldn't help but think about where Chris was taking her. She turned her body slightly, trying to loosen his grip on her wrists, being pushed the entire time.

"Chris, please don't do this to me -- I love you." Shaking her head quietly, "I'm sorry. Master. Please. I beg of your mercy."

Chris kept pushing, as Mikayla would repeatedly plant her feet firmly on the floor. Mikayla pleaded with him.

"Master, please, say something."

"Now get upstairs, in my closet you'll find my newest suit. It's black with dark navy blue pinstripes. You'll also find a white shirt and a tie. Put it all on and when you are done grab two more ties and bring them back downstairs."

Mikayla thought about giving up, but didn't want to take this punishment lying down.

"No!"

"Do it now." Chris demanded. He raised his hand to Mikayla's face.

Mikayla shut her eyes tightly, anticipating his blow.

"No, Master, I won't do it." Mikayla let her legs go limp and fell to the floor. "I refuse."

Chris looked at Mikayla softly. "Don't push me, Mikayla."

Chris realized what he was about to do and laid his arm down. He sank beside Mikayla. He cupped her beautiful face in his hands. "Darling, you know that it is for you're own good."

Mikayla looked up at Chris, a mixture of fear and love in her eyes. "Yes, I know. I'm sorry, Master. I shall do as you demanded." Mikayla rose slowly from the floor and walked over towards the stairs, resigned to her Master's demands. She walked slowly up the stairs and walked in Chris' room, where she retrieved his suit and ties from the closet.

While Mikayla was away upstairs, Chris walked into his study and pulled out a set of keys. He lifted the lock of an old chest sitting on a shelf, inserted the right key and turned it.

Upstairs, Mikayla bent over and undid the buckle on her heels and kicked them off. Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, Mikayla began undressing, peeling off her tight shirt and skirt.

He removed the lock and opened the lid of the chest. Inside lay items of all kinds. It contained obscure objects, jewelry, a shovel, and some adult toys.

She first threw a white dress shirt over her head and buttoned it up. Mikayla placed a tie around her neck, but didn't bother to try tying it -- she didn't know how. Instead, she slipped into Chris' suit, feeling the scratchy fabric on her soft skin. Once his suit was on, Mikayla reached down and began to put her heels back on -- she figured Chris would like them -- and if not, he could take them off.

He reached in and at the very bottom of the chest he retrieved to silver plates. They were covered in dust, but one could make out the distinct abscess located in the middle of each plate. He placed them under his arm, closed the chest, and walked to the dining room.

She picked two extra ties out from his closet and began to make her way back to her Master. Mikayla trembled as she walked down the stairs, almost losing her balance. She paused towards the bottom, straining to find Chris in the darkness.

"Master?

"Into the dining room, this instant!" Chris called from down the hall.

Mikayla felt her stomach tighten. "Yes sir." She continued down the stairs and walked to the dining room. When Mikayla stepped into the Dining Room she could see an elaborately decorated table. It was like from a wedding or awards ceremony. The lighting reminded her of the Stonewood earlier in the evening. Chris sat in a dark Hunter green overstuffed chair. He wore a smoking jacket. In one hand he carried a martini in the other, a riding crop.

Mikayla's breath caught in her throat. "Master, could you please help me do this tie?"

"Come to me."

Mikayla stepped into the dining room towards Chris. Not daring to look him in the eyes, Mikayla approached him, "Yes sir."

He stood up and took the ends of the tie around her neck. In a few seconds he had a nice knot made. He tightened it. He tightened it a little more than he knew Mikayla would like.

She grimaced slightly, but tried to smile for him. "Thank you, sir."

Despite the situation, she felt her pussy getting wet. He looked so handsome, sitting there, looking at her.

He looked her over with extreme satisfaction.

"Are you pleased, Master?"

He looked down at her feet. His satisfaction quickly washed away. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her close to him. In her ear he whispered. "Take those fuckin' things off."

Mikayla gasped at his harsh words, but complied with his request. She leaned down and unbuckled the shoes, and slipped them off of her feet. Embarrassed, she risked looking Chris in the eyes, "Better?" She realized her mistake. "I'm sorry, Master. Does this please you now?"

"Lick them."

"My shoes?"

"And your own feet"

"Do it know!"

Mikayla shut her eyes tightly, and sat down on the floor. Reaching in front of her, she picked up a shoe and licked it. Her mouth was invaded by a sour taste, one almost matching the smell of the shoe. She stretched her torso out as long as she could in order to reach her toes. "I can't. I can't get to them!"

"Then try harder." Chris walked behind her and put his foot on her back and pushed her forward.

Mikayla felt her hamstrings pulling and leaned as much as she could -- opening her mouth and trying in vain to find her toes with her tongue. "I can't!" Stretching and pushing, Mikayla finally found the arch of her foot with her tongue and started licking it. She lapped along the bottom of her foot, slowly moving to the top, then licking her toes. "Mmmmmmmmmm..."

"Good girl. Much better"

Mikayla sat on the floor, tonguing her own feet, waiting hopefully for Chris to allow her to stop. Her back and legs were beginning to ache, and she wanted her Master to tell her he was satisfied. Maybe this would be all he asked of her after all.

"You can stop now. Stand up. Take a look around. Do you notice anything about the room?

Mikayla stood up, feeling her legs stretch out. She looked around the room and took in the sights. "The table. It's set for dinner, but there's no food. And there's an empty platter in the center."

"Correct. Is there anything else about the room that you notice?"

"No Master, I'm sorry."

"The middle of the platter. Take a closer look."

Mikayla walked closer to the platter. "It has a hole in it. Is it for me?"

"It's for me, compliments of you. Get under the table."

Mikayla held the ties out towards Chris. "What are these for?"

Trying to stall, "Master, may I have a glass of water? Please don't make me do this..."

At that, Chris took Mikayla's hands and he twisted them behind her back. He took one of the ties and with her hands, tied them together in a very tight knot.

She squirmed uncomfortably. "Please?"

"No. Now turn around"

Chris pulled open her jacket. Opened her shirt and grabbed her breasts. He took one of her breasts and with the left over tie her wrapped her breast and tied them off until they resembled two ripe tomatoes.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." Mikayla cried out in discomfort. "Please, Chris."

Resigned, Mikayla turned around and slid under the table per Chris' demands. She shimmied her way to the middle, and without the help of her hands pulled herself into a sitting position. She smiled and pushed her head through the hole in the center of the table.

"How do I look?"

Chris connected the two halves of the platter around her neck. It was a little bit smaller than her neck and it cutting into her skin. "You look unfinished."

Mikayla frowned – the platter hurt! It was cutting into her neck, and she could feel the blood rushing to her face.

"What more do I need? You've got my head on the table, with this platter here!"

"Shut up," Chris said to Mikayla. "I'll be right back"

"No! I've done everything you wanted tonight! Tell me what more you want!" Mikayla insisted.

Chris ignored Mikayla's complaints as he walked into the kitchen. He could hear her head blabbing away. He opened the refrigerator door and took out a bag of mixed vegetables. He closed the door and walked back into the dining room. Her head still yakking.

Mikayla struggled to free herself under the table, but the ties around her wrists were too tight, not to mention the heavy silver platter around her neck.

He grabbed Mikayla by the hair. "I told you little Piggy, 'Shut the hell up."

Mikayla squealed in pain. "Owwwwwwwwwwww!" Mikayla spit at Chris. "Bastard!"

With her mouth open, Chris shoved a bright red apple into her mouth.

Mikayla's lips wrapped around the apple, her mouth jammed open, frozen in a silent scream.

He pushed her head back and placed several pieces of cold, Iceberg lettuce around her neck. On the lettuce, he placed a few ripe tomatoes. Some broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower.

Mikayla kept crying out, but her complaints were muffled by the large apple stuffed in her mouth.

She watched Chris' every move, waiting for him to stop -- to free her.

Chris stood back and stared at Mikayla's beautifully decorated head on the silver platter. "Now, your punishment can officially begin."

...It hasn't begun yet? Mikayla thought. How can this not even be the beginning?

Chris took his place sitting in the over-stuffed chair directly across from Mikayla's head.

"Aw, is my little Piggy crying?"

Mikayla struggled to say something as cutting as what Chris has just said. Something to show him how upset she was, but the apple/gag prevented any type of communication. All she could do was look into his eyes and hope he noticed...

"You know what sound pigs make when they cry don't you?"

But as she gazed at him, all she saw was her Master -- the cold glow from his eyes did not belong to Chris at all -- this was the man who owned her -- who wanted to discipline her.

Mikayla nodded her head as best she could, sniffling, and trying to breathe through the apple and stuffy nose.

"Make it. Make it for me now." Chris yelled as he slapped the edge of the chair with his riding crop.

Mikayla shook her head; she didn't understand what Chris wanted.

"Make the sound of little desperate Piggy, pleading for its life. A life that would end with an axe. A life that if that Piggy had been faithful, wouldn't be in this predicament!"

Mikayla's jaw was aching -- all she wanted to do was spit the apple out and scream that she had been faithful -- that nothing had happened. Yet she couldn't. From behind the apple she began to make her best piggy squealing sound, a whining emanating from the back of her throat.

"Look at yourself." Chris placed a full-length mirror in front of Mikayla's head. "Look at you now. You were beautiful, voluptuous, idolized, worshipped, and most of all mine. Now your just Pigs head on a platter. The lowest of the low. This is what I can do to you. You need to show me more respect." Chris was standing behind the table peering over her and looking into the mirror.

Mikayla couldn't disagree. She couldn't fight him, and here eyes widened as she stared at herself in the mirror.

"It serves you well."

She sighed

"Now as this punishment continues, I think that it is only fitting that you receive 'my blessing"

Mikayla tried to smile. A blessing. Now that had to be better than this...

Chris sat back in his chair and undid his robe. Underneath it, he was bare. His cock stood erect. It was so hard, so smooth, so long, and so thick

Mikayla's eyes got even bigger, her breath caught in her throat, and she once again felt the juices rushing to her pussy. How she longed to feel that hard cock pressing against her lips, into her mouth, and down her throat. To feel it grinding against her tender body. She moaned against the apple, wishing Chris was only closer to her.

Chris grabbed his cock with a fist and began rubbing it furiously.

Mikayla felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter, and wanted to touch it. Her breasts were swollen in the ties and her wrists restrained behind her back. Her head on a platter awaiting whatever it is that Chris would give her next.

She knew that she should obey her Master and be more respectful towards his, but now the only thing she could think of was that hard cock that Chris was rubbing in front of her. At the sight of her.

Chris began to moan. It was uncontrollably loud. He stood up rather sporadically waddled towards the table where Mikayla's head sat waiting. He stood up and pointed his cock straight at her. He unloaded.

Mikayla felt his hot cum hit her face -- there was so much of it! It glazed her entire face, dripping all the way from her hair, down her eyes, to the tip of her nose, to the apple around her lips, to her chin. She only wanted more, and it seemed Chris was more than willing to oblige. He stood in front of her and continued to rub his cock until her was ready to unload again.

His cock spurted the thick warm cum, and he rubbed it against her face, mixing it with what was already there. It was everywhere, even dripping onto the lettuce on the platter in front of Mikayla's head.

She was squealing this time, louder than before, but not because he told her to, the excitement brought out the real little piggy inside.

Mikayla wanted more -- that's all she wanted. More!

Chris looked at Mikayla tenderly for a moment. "Oh my darling, my baby"

Mikayla mumbled from behind the apple. She wanted Chris to take it out so she could tell him how naughty she had been -- how sorry she was for being bad.

"That's all I have" he said breathily. He took the apple out of her mouth

She could feel his cum dripping down here face, coated with its thickness. Mikayla started crying. "Thank you Master, thank you for the punishment. I'm so sorry I was naughty. I will never do it again. I'm sorry."