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Click! Click!

The two clicks sounded almost simultaneously. Her eyes widened dramatically, then clenched shut. A flood of tears streamed down her cheeks. She threw her head back and arched her quivering body like a bow. A low, keening wail escaped her gagged mouth. Inadvertently, she thrust her breasts toward him as if begging him to tighten the clamps even more, but he recognized the telltale signs. She had reached her limit. The acute pain from her crushed nipples strained even her rampant masochism. It would take a moment for her endorphins to catch up.

Briefly, he considered loosening the clamps again, but knew better. She might thank him now, but afterward, she would feel cheated out of the chance to prove her mettle. Besides, the wild tugging at her crotch rope suggested she had found a way to cope with the pain. Either that, or she was trying to saw herself in half. Indeed, it did not take long for her posture to relax and her moans to take on a subtly different quality. Smirking, he plucked at her nipple chain to get her attention. Her eyes snapped open.

"You should get your nipples pierced. Might not need the clamps, then."

She snorted. But her automatic rejection lacked conviction. Her thoughtful look told him that the idea had taken root in her mind. She was probably enthralled by how some shiny jewelry would enhance her appearance, maybe thrilled by the possibilities nipple rings would open up for their play. In her aroused state, she might even be willing to consider the septum piercing he fancied. For the time being, he would have to make do with what he had.

He pulled up on her nipple chain until he was able to clip it to the front ring of her collar with a snap hook. Nina moaned in pain when her breasts were lifted by her stretched, tightly clamped nipples. Really, she would be better off with the nipple rings.

"Lie on your side! Back toward me!"

With her arms and upper body fused into one rigid unit, she had no choice but to slowly topple over. The jolt when her shoulder hit the mattress made her breasts bounce and the cruel clamps yank at her trapped nipples, eliciting a strangled scream. Nevertheless, she soldiered on and wormed around until her back and latex-gloved arms were presented to him. Her bonds had neither slipped nor loosened at all. He quickly went over them once more, making sure they did not pinch any neuralgic points. Nina had never reported any adverse side effects from his ropes, though.

Robert took the next length of wire and anchored it to her shoulder harness. From there, he threaded the wire between her legs and looped it around her ankle tie before returning it to her shoulders. He wrapped its free end around his hand for a better grip and started to pull.

"Arch yourself!"

Steadily at first, then interrupted by pauses to give her time to accustom herself to the mounting strain, he drew her legs up behind her. Nina greeted each further tightening of her hogtie with a groan, but he did not relent until her ankles were level with her wrists, forcing her body into a nice, tight arch.

Robert could not help but admire how the strenuous posture showed off her flat stomach and sleek legs. Incidentally, it also increased the tension on the chain connecting her nipples to her collar, which probably accounted for the tears pooling in her eyes. Although her hogtie was extreme by ordinary standards, he knew it did not really challenge her miraculous flexibility. He began to tie off the wire at her shoulder harness when she shook her head and mumbled into her gag.

"Ooh!"

"No? Too tight?"

"Ooh." She shook her head no again. "Iheh!"

"Tighter?" he inquired incredulously.

"Mm-hmm!" Nina nodded her head enthusiastically, sending the loose straps of her gag harness flying.

"Wow!"

Her impetuous masochism surprised him again and again. He bent over to look into her face and see if she was serious. Her eyes sparkled with intense arousal and a hint of fear, but she met his gaze with a challenging stare. Okay, she was hell-bent on being pushed to her limits. He was happy to oblige, although she once again was topping from the bottom. Robert let her get away with it because her desire matched his own sadistic impulses. This time. He would have to break her of this habit eventually.

"Alright, it's your funeral. Don't think I'm going to untie you a second early for this."

Of course, there would be a time limit for her bondage. But it was his prerogative to set it. He undid the half-formed knot that anchored the wire connecting her ankles to the shoulder harness. Kneeling behind her, he braced her knees against his leg, then began to pull.

"Mmmmaiiih!"

Her drawn-out moan suddenly changed pitch as her feet approached her elbows. The hogtie forced her body into a dramatic bow, stretching her muscles and tendons to quivering tension. If he rolled Nina onto her stomach now, only her hips would touch the mattress. Robert cleared his suddenly dry throat when the eroticism of her plight caught up with him. He had been so focused on his rigging that he had almost lost sight of his willing subject. Now, her helplessness struck a chord deep within him. All the more so since, ultimately, she had brought it on herself.

His excitement added urgency to his movements when he quickly tied off the wire to complete the hogtie. Done! As a treat, he let his hands roam over her body. His fingertips slid over her thighs, then probed the taut muscles of her stomach, trying to sneak under the strands that constricted her waist. When they encountered the wire that bisected her mons pubis, he let it guide them to her hot, wet core. Her juices had seeped from between her pussy lips and soaked the entire region, giving him an idea of how turned-on she must be right now. With a needy moan, Nina fought her bondage to push her crotch toward his questing fingers. Robert chuckled and withdrew his hands.

"You know better," he admonished.

The familiar script for their bondage games included additional steps, but she could not care less. She sighed exasperatedly and stepped up her own efforts, as evidenced by the increasingly frantic tensing of her crotch wire. If she had not provided her own lubrication, she would have rubbed her pussy raw for sure. Her thumbs were getting quite the workout. He made a mental note to check her latex gloves for wear afterward.

For the moment, Robert was content to just watch. Her struggles made for a fascinating spectacle. A smile played around his lips. He had a pretty shrewd notion why release eluded her, despite her dogged attempts to get off. Although the crotch wire was far from ideal, lack of stimulation was not the real issue: for Nina, the problem was a mental one.

He had played a dirty trick on her. From the start, he realized that her bondage fetish showed obsessive-compulsive traits. There were certain preconditions she simply could not do without. For one, bondage did nothing for her unless she was absolutely sure that escape was impossible. That had made self-bondage a difficult and dangerous proposition. Similarly, her bondage had to exude perfection. Anything she perceived as a flaw irritated her to the point where she could concentrate on nothing else.

"Rrrmh!"

Her growl interrupted his musings. Nina shook her head, attempting to direct his attention to the loose straps of the gag harness that flapped around her head. Bingo! He met her beseeching gaze with a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, I'll get to that."

To be honest, they were not so different after all. The untidiness of her incomplete bondage bothered him as well. But his own obsessions compelled him to complete their established protocol first. Nina just had to simmer a little longer.

He retrieved the remote from the nightstand, turned on the TV, and flipped through the extensive catalog of movies stored on their home server. He needed to choose something that kept him entertained while she languished in her bonds. It was a given that she would not be released until the credits rolled over the screen.

At the beginning of their D/s relationship, in the heat of some silly disagreement over how much he got to 'play' with her while she was helpless, he had remarked that watching over her in bondage was as exciting as watching paint dry. Of course, that was complete nonsense then and now. He could never get enough of watching her body writhe in tight restraints, of listening to her soft groans, smelling the scent of her arousal. Nina had never believed him for one second either. Nevertheless, his brazen lie had started the practice they now adhered to religiously.

Nina had laboriously inched her body around, so she could watch what he was doing with nervous eyes. Of course, the opportunity to play a little game was too good to miss. He deliberately made a show of considering movies notorious for their lengthy running times. Although there were a few of the overlong, modern blockbusters at his disposal, he quickly moved on to classic masterpieces. They both enjoyed films that were considered unusual for their age group.

"What do you think of 'Lawrence of Arabia', hmm?"

"Ooh!" Her panicked look was priceless.

"No? Thought you liked David Lean," he teased.

'Once Upon A Time in America' and 'Gone With the Wind' each elicited a very satisfying whimper as well. Unfortunately, the rigor of her hogtie ruled out any of these choices. In the end, he settled on a film both he and Nina loved. With a runtime of 94 minutes, 'Dr. Strangelove' seemed manageable. But then, that was for her to find out, wasn't it?

He started the movie and focused on Nina again. Only a few more steps to complete her bondage. She rolled her eyes when he presented her with the leather blindfold. By now, she was resigned to the fact that he never allowed her to watch while bound, to let her 'concentrate on the experience without distractions.' Still, she did not seem happy with his reasoning, presumably since, at some point, she became desperate for any distraction from her predicament. Too bad! At least, she would be able to hear the sound. Given that she was something of a movie buff and knew the screenplay of her favorite movies by heart, that allowed her to time her ordeal.

He placed the heavily padded blindfold over her eyes and buckled it at the back of her head. The previously skipped straps of her gag's head harness quickly followed on top. He went over each of the many buckles several times and methodically tightened them until there was no slack whatsoever. Extending from the crown of her head to under her chin, the web of interlocking straps doomed even her most dogged attempts to expel the gag or dislodge the blindfold. She reflexively worked her jaw against its constriction as if to reaffirm this fact.

Once, he had left Nina like this for half a day, blindfolded and gagged, but free to roam the apartment with only her arms locked away in her armbinder. The experiment had been a smashing success. It had been highly entertaining to observe her desperate attempts to free herself of the hated restraints. None of them came even close to succeeding. In the end, a demoralized Nina gave up stumbling around blindly and assuaged her frustration by humping the furniture. He had ended the experiment then and made up with her through some conventional, but vigorous lovemaking. He also began to look into chastity belts, but so far, she adamantly refused to wear one.

At the time, he had not inflated the gag to its maximum capacity. With less than 90 minutes remaining, she would not be so lucky today. He reached for the dangling inflation bulb still attached to the gag and gently squeezed, carefully observing the effects. The inflating bladder tried to push her jaws apart, which the gag's harness forced closed. Nina stiffened in anticipation of the inevitable. Well versed in his ways, she knew he would not relent until the constricting straps of the head harness prevented any further expansion of the bladder in her mouth -- with her chin and cheeks crushed between them!

He monitored her closely while he repeatedly squeezed the bulb. Her cheeks started to bulge around the panel covering her mouth and the straps that held it in place. By his best guesstimate, the gag was about the size of an orange now. Despite her diminutive size, Nina had a generous mouth ... and a sharp tongue! Hence, an effective gag was about the only way to get the last word in an argument with her. Fortunately, her tongue was not sharp enough to pierce the bladder that now pressed it to the floor of her mouth. Robert sighed wistfully. There were times when he wished he could keep her permanently gagged.

With her eyes now concealed by the blindfold and hence unavailable as gauges for her level of distress, he had to find other ways to assess the effectiveness of her gag.

"Hum, when it gets too tight!"

Immediately, her soft whimpers turned into vigorous humming.

"Oh, come on! That just proved you're still making too much noise."

He squeezed the pump again, which quieted her down nicely. Her distended cheeks gave her the aspect of a chipmunk after a particularly successful foraging session. Perfect! He detached the flexible tube connecting the inflation bulb to her gag and patted her head.

"Nearly there..."

Only one more degree of freedom left to remove. The last piece of wire connected the ring at the top of her head harness to her big toes. He tightened it until her arched feet pulled her head back sharply and her breaths became labored, then loosened it again until her breathing returned to normal before he tied it off. Now, he could relax and enjoy the movie.

The plot was well underway already. The mad General Ripper had set events in motion, and the inescapable logic of the MAD doctrine did the rest. However, this time the end of the world was not as engrossing as the sight of Nina lying helplessly bound next to him.

From the looks of it, she was deep in subspace territory, oblivious to everything except her burgeoning lust. She was frantically working her crotch wire again, her efforts accompanied by muffled grunts. Her breath came in quick, shallow gasps, almost on the verge of hyperventilating. Sweat glistened on her skin and dampened the strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail. Veins throbbed visibly on her forehead, making Robert wonder if apoplexy posed a serious risk at 23. Given her excellent health, he did not think so, but he preferred to play it safe. Resolutely, he squeezed his fingers between her thighs and gently stroked her clitoris.

That was all it took. She suddenly stiffened, and her taut muscles stood out like whipcords under her skin. Her body trembled convulsively when she climaxed, then with a drawn-out moan, the tension slowly drained from her body. She went limp until her strict posture was enforced by her bondage only.

One. Robert always kept count of her orgasms during their play. Considering how long it took her to recover, this one had been pretty spectacular. He made a careful mental note of that, too. Actually, he maintained detailed statistics about her reactions to anything they tried, hoping that, one day, the data might help him figure out the enigma that was Nina. She laughed at the notion, of course, and regarded it as the product of 'an occupational psychological deformity.' On the other hand, if his approach to understanding women was so ludicrous, why did she threaten to distort the data by faking orgasms? In any case, she had to realize this strategy would not be to her advantage.

A movement in the corner of his eye interrupted his musings. Apparently, she had rested enough and was ready for the next round. Here we go again...

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Four. Nina sagged in her bonds. Her latest climax was the hard-earned reward for an extended struggle. Each further orgasm had been increasingly difficult to attain. He doubted she had the stamina for another one. His fingers stroked her head, then followed the line of her throat down to her breasts. She whimpered pitifully when he began to idly play with her nipple chain. Her attempts to spoil his game by rolling over onto her stomach were amusing to watch. Nevertheless, Robert recognized the familiar telltales, her incessant fidgeting and clenched fists. She had enough.

Nina had been evicted from subspace, but she still had to pay the rent. No more riding an endorphin high that insulated her from her suffering. Her strenuous bondage was finally getting to her. A stray thought made him smile. Bet she now wishes she'd listened when I said I wanted a wireless setup...

On the screen, the fate of the world hinged on Mandrake finding the change to call the president on a pay phone. So she still had a while to go.

This was the phase during their bondage play when he had to monitor her most closely. At any sign of serious trouble he would not hesitate to abort their game. He did not mind watching over her since this was also the phase he treasured the most. Now, her bondage became more than just foreplay, more than some bizarre masturbation aid. Now, it became true torment. Now, she was suffering beautifully. For him. Her devotion turned her torment into an offering, her suffering into a sacrifice.

He could only guess what caused her the most distress: The huge gag, the vicious nipple clamps or her back-breaking hogtie? Whatever it was, she would have to endure it. Purportedly, the realization helped her experience her pain as something else entirely. She professed that it was in these moments that she felt most alive. Afterward, she always reveled in the knowledge that she had risen to the challenge, transcended her pain and fear, made him proud.

His gaze wandered over her contorted body, committing the sight to his memory. He listened to her strained breaths, the anguished whimpers muffled by her gag. Her tired muscles quivered under his probing touch. A well-timed nudge allowed her to roll onto her stomach. Immediately, her breathing became labored as the pull on her head harness exerted by its connection to her toes increased and forced her head further back. Robert quickly knelt on the bed in front of her and hauled her upper body onto his thighs to lessen the pull. She sighed gratefully. Nina smelled of sweat and sex, a heady scent that fueled his lust. Her new position put her gagged mouth right in front of his crotch. If only he had used a ring gag! He felt ready to explode.

'Yahoo! Yahoo!'

He looked up in time to watch the iconic scene of Major Kong riding the atomic bomb as it fell on its target. The white flash of a nuclear blast blanketed the screen. Not much longer now.

It was these intense moments he relived during conventional sex. Nina had confessed to him once that it was the same for her. They were a well-matched pair. His fingers slid over her head and softly caressed her ears. In return, Nina rubbed her head against his palms, at least to the extent her bonds permitted. In time, he would convince her to become his slave girl and all that entailed for real.

"We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when..."

Nina began to urgently hum as soon as the song started playing over the eerily beautiful footage of nuclear explosions. Her sudden agitation reminded him that it was time to free her. Robert did not bother trying to release the knots, which he deemed hopeless anyway. Instead, he reached for the cable cutter and made quick work of the wires that held her captive.

Her head slumped on his thighs when he cut the wire connecting it to her toes. The one that held her in the hogtie followed, and she sighed blissfully when she was finally able to relax her back and stretch her legs again. He rolled her onto her side and unfastened her nipple chain from the collar ring. Then he hit the clamps' quick-release.