Ma’am had an uncanny understanding of Tina. Not just of her history but of her personality as well. Not to mention her kinks and her submissive spirit. It’s not just that Ma’am was aware of facts about Tina. She was, of course. But those facts are available to whomever wished to take the time to read through Tina’s gallery of literature. Ma’am had clearly done her research, but she had also performed shockingly deep analysis as well. Where Tina thought she was walking into another simple conversation with another kinky member on DeviantArt, she quickly realized she was crawling into situation with a purpose-driven Domme who was equipped to anticipate her and guide Tina wherever it was that she wanted or needed her to go.
This is not to say that Tina had walked into a trap. Or crawled into one. Instead, Ma’am allowed Tina to build the trap around herself. Each brick that Tina placed was a brick of her choosing. Every answer to each carefully selected question from Ma’am was additional mortar reinforcing the walls. As Tina was writing this story, she amusedly realized that she never had a chance. She was back on the path that she started those years ago and thought she’d left behind. But with a different guide.
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Tina mentally reviewed her checklist. Everything needed to be accounted for. Ma’am had made it clear that she expected adherence to detail and that she’d know if Tina had skipped a single step. Not that Tina would skip anything. Her spirit is submissive but that does nothing to diminish her pride. Tina would break before she would fail, and in this task, the only way to fail would be to cheat.
Tina knelt on the bundled-up folds of her deflated air mat. Her legs were frogtied and tethered to the side handles of the mat. Tina’s wrists were tied with layer after layer of nylon rope. A couple loop of lope loosely cinched her wrists and ended tied off to a rock-climbing carabiner. Tina has applied her typical sensory deprivation accessories, but with specialized enhancements as directed by Ma’am. Tina’s memory foam ear plugs were replaced with WIFI enabled ear buds. Tina was already listening to the peaceful sounds of a rainstorm from the link sent to her by Ma’am. But the relaxing noises did little to drown out the feelings of dreadful anticipation that Tina was experiencing.
Tina’s typical mouth packing material had been replaced with a sponge that had been soaked in a tongue tingling chili oil. The condiment was not overly oppressive, but certainly distracting. As was the heavy pool of saliva forming in Tina’s mouth. She had resigned herself to the reality that she would be drooling throughout this short challenge.
Before Tina wrapped her mouth and eyes and head with the familiar compression bandage, she had covered the front of her face, including her nose, with a very shear, very breathable pair of her panties. Ma’am wanted Tina to smell her own scent during the challenge so just prior to applying her bondage for the ordeal, Tina had used her massage wand to bring herself to a state of wetness adequate to dampen the undergarment.
Tina’s sensory deprivation was in fact something of a disjointed barrage of intense sensory input. “This is all part of the plan,” Tina repeated to remain focused on finishing her preparations.
“What am I doing?” Tina briefly wondered, kneeling and bound, inhaling her musky scent while spicy drool dripped down her throat from the soaked sponge taped securely inside her mouth.
Tina was prepared with several familiar training tools. Tina’s massage wand was secured to her naked pussy with a neatly tied nylon crotch rope. The wand was on the high setting. Tina had also inserted the medium plug from her “Butt plug starter kit” into her ass. Tina rarely engaged in anal play and the exoticness of having an intruder in that hole caused her to reflexively squeeze the plug off and on. She always felt somewhat humiliated, even though no one was there to see. And the final items from Tina’s typical stash of self-bondage toys was a set of clamps attached to each of her nipples and to the lips of her pussy. The clamps were really “chip clips,” which, it turns out, are very functional for this task.
Tina winced from the pinching clips and the uncomfortable plug. The distractions were slowing her preparations and she was on a tight schedule. Her mat would inflate soon. And three minutes after that, her toys would power into action. Tina hurried to finish, causing more jostling, prodding and pulling.
Ma’am had even more requirements. Tina had also taped a vibrator to the sensitive soles of each foot. With everything else assaulting her senses, Tina really did not pay these items much attention.
Almost lastly, Tinas was finally deploying a tool of her own design that she had been working to complete, off and on, for several weeks. This was a small table fan. Tina had made adjustments to the motor to slow the speed of the blades to the cadence of a beat drum. It was maybe 3 rotations every second. Tina had removed the fan guard and attached short silky strips she’d harvested from the outside border of a blanket. Tina had tested the device by holding her arm into the fluttering stream of the silk strips. They provided a smooth and gentle “kiss” that tickled as it flew across her arm. As directed by Ma’am, Tina mounted her “tickle fan” on its side so that the strips would strike her on her secret erogenous spot on her hip, halfway along the smooth curve. This was a place that a touch or a squeeze elicited instant arousal. Tina had never been “tickled” in that spot, that she could recall.
The final element of this challenge was the dreaded TENS unit. Tina had previously endured some rather excruciating bondage experiments with the device set on a 5 or a 6. The longest Tina had endured those settings was 20 minutes. In those instances, the electric pulses caused powerful muscle contractions that quickly became difficult to bear. For today, for right now, Ma’am directed the machine to be on the highest setting which is a 10. Tina applied two of the pads to the muscles of her soon to be stretched out stomach, and the other two pads to her thighs. Tina has used the TENS machine to help rehabilitate a strained abdomen when she was a cheerleader. Those sessions were 20 minutes of uncomfortable rolling pulses at a setting of 3. THIS was the element Tina was sure would fail her in this challenge.
Tina was done with her checklist. The vibrators on her feet were already turned on. The peaceful sounds of mother nature were piping into her ears. The plugs for the massage wand and the TENS unit were both connected to a surge protector that was plugged into Tina’s programmable power outlet.
“You were made for this,” Tina told herself for encouragement. “And it’s only 30 minutes.” Tina swallowed a salty, spicy gulp of saliva and inhaled a hard breath of musky air.
The air compressor turned on. Tina stretched up on her bent knees as high as she could and found the carabiner dangling from the ceiling. “This is going to be torture,” Tina thought. And she clipped her wrist cinch to the ceiling tether. She waited as the mat inflated beneath her.