(Credit to @CoolNSFWBDSMArts . and @LizzyTzee for the art that inspired this little story)

“Kyle is definitely going to miss your tits, Joy.  He’s a total boob guy.  Like, 150%, he couldn’t keep his hands off of mine.  And mine are a joke compared to these beauties.”  Joy recoiled and whined as I grabbed and squeezed both of her perfect breasts.  I may have dug my fingers in and twisted a little too.

“I’m not the jealous sort, Joy.  Swear to God I’m not.  And I’m sure this feels a lot like jealousy.  Considering the fact Kyle broke up with me and downshifted to the younger model by the next Kentucky basketball game.  Yeah.  A lot of girls would get jealous over that.  Right?  Right!”  No.  Not jealousy.  More of a kind of void.  But the void filled up with something else.  Maybe…rage.

I was circling the poor, helpless beauty.  The exercise of power is flooding my brain with static.  That’s the only way I can put it.  It’s not satisfaction.  It’s not excitement.  It’s just lots and lots of confusing input.  

Then I notice Joy wiggling one of her folded and boxtied arms in a sort of elliptical movement.  The lower leather arm strap was working its way one centimeter at a time down and over her elbow.  Pretty soon, she’d be able to wiggle it off, and then she’d have quite a bit more leverage.  

“How cute, Joy!  You’re pulling off one of my tricks!”  I slapped Joy on the back of the thigh as hard as possible.  She immediately stopped her escape attempted and jerked her blindfolded face up the ceiling and howled in pain.  

“Don’t do that.”  I slid the compromised strap back above the elbow, just below the triceps muscle, where it belongs.  Then I grabbed the end and pulled it two more notches through the buckle.  Joy’s arms were forced even tighter against her ribs.  Her flesh was clearly pinched hard between the leather and her skeleton.  Blood flow would be restricted and discomfort beyond simply the intense pressure would soon be building.  

“Fuck this bitch.”  I pulled the strap another notch.  Joy was clearly sobbing now.  I walked back around in front of her.  I held her face in both hands and leaned in close enough to feel her warm breath.  

“I know you can’t hear me.  Those ear plugs are firearm grade hearing protection.  So, you don’t know who I am or why this is happening to you.”  I paused to see if my show of dominance would cause a reaction.  But there’s nothing but more confusing, static.  But that’s fine.  

After all, this leaf I’ve turned over is just so…..NEW!

“I’d be worried if I were you and if you knew I was talking to myself like this, because that just seems a little manic to me.  Unhinged, even.  Maybe?”  I look around the room one last time.  Everything is secure.  Windows shut; blinds pulled.  Nothing in reach for Joy, even if she could use her arms, which she can’t.    

“When you think about it, it’s actually super kind the way I put you in that sensory deprivation cocoon.  Now, you’re free to imagine what might happen without actually understanding how bad things are.”  I stepped out of the mechanical room-turned dungeon and heaved the heavy door closed.  Next came the lock.  All of the machinery had been removed years before the facility itself had been shut down.  And THAT happened 10, maybe 15 years ago.  The property is about as abandoned as property can be.  I remove my gloves and wad them up in the pocket of my leggings.

“If things were different, this would be like a fantasy come true, Joy.”  I’m not even sure if I’m thinking or speaking out loud.  “A real-life abduction.  Super tight bondage.  Having someone who understands what your body wants playing with your lustful parts.  Giving you the things you want but can’t allow yourself to admit.  Fuck Joy.  You won the goddamned lottery.”  My mind was filled with the image of her perfect twenty-five year old ass trussed up and molded into a gorgeous model of a damsel.  Not a great rigging job, but like I said, this is still new for me.  I’ll work on it.  But even so, dang she is a snack.

“Too bad for Kyle, though.  He’s definitely dating out of his weight class with Joy.”  I bit my lower lip which is something I do when I’m thinking a deep thought.  “He WAS dating out of his weight class at least.”  I had a migraine developing.  I can tell because the corners of my eyes start to blur.  Pretty soon I won’t be able to focus my vision at all.  I’ll be curled up in a dark place or puking my guts.  Both are coming, but the order of the two is unpredictable.  

I need to hurry and with all of the backtracking and side roads I’m taking to avoid traffic cameras, it’s going to be close.  But I think I’ll make it.

“What have you done Tina?”  I can’t listen.  That’s just a migraine.  It’s nothing.  

“You can’t.”  Shut up Tina.  She’ll be fine.  Not that you owe her that.  But she will be.

“Why?  This isn’t you?”  I’m suddenly aware that I’m breathless.  I’ve been running, almost sprinting, since I left Joy.  I stagger to an abrupt halt.  I can see the road stretching out in front of me.  The blurry frame is closing in, narrowing how far I can see.  I turn back and the huge industrial facility holding my helpless victim and all-important experiment is in the distance, but still in sight.  

“Nothing’s happened yet you can’t undo, Tina.”  That thought brings a stillness and clarity.  The static shifts into a pulse with a melodic rhythm that somehow makes sense to me.

“That’s exactly the problem you submissive bitch.  You haven’t committed to this.”

Once again, the static reverted to insanity.  I needed to go home.  But I also knew I’d be back once my head had cleared.  

And then I would do things that couldn’t be undone.  Bold and necessary things.  

—-———-

Tina woke up in her bed. She was drenched in sweat. The pain suddenly seized and stopped all cognitive abilities. She went to grab her throbbing temples and realized she couldn’t move. She was cuffed, wrists and ankles. Her collar was tethered to the headboard. Her bound ankles were tethered to the footboard.

Ordinarily freeing herself from handcuffs would be a simple undertaking but not in the throws of a monster headache.

Tina prayed to God to allow her to sleep. But sleep never came. Only restless moments of delirium that barely provided any respite.

When you think about it, a birth is a violent and savage event. Why should a rebirth be any different.