(Inspired, and engineered by @Lady-Sarah-Ines )
Ordinarily I write in my “narrator” voice in the first person. That’s not possible this time because it’s taken me three days to recuperate from…well, you’ll read about that…
As you almost certainly know, I’m Tina and this is the Tina-verse. There are worlds upon worlds with different variations of little old me. Don’t worry, I love Kentucky and bourbon and submission in all of them. But there are subtle differences depending on which “verse” we’re dealing with. I could write a book on all of this but I’ll keep it short to get to the more interesting stuff. Here are a few of the “main Tina’s.”
Real World Tina. When you Chat with me, this is who you get. If you read my interview with Rob, that was plain old Real World Tina. If you read any of my “Self-Bondage Reports,” those are pretty much all told by me. Just straight-up real life.
Fictional Tina. She’s kind of an exaggeration of Real World Tina. She takes who I really am and the stuff I actually know how to do and then amps them up two or three times and applies them in fictional worlds under fantastic circumstances to tell all of the stories that I hope y’all enjoy reading.
Omniscient Narrator Tina, or “Omni Tina” for short. Omni Tina is who narrates the Tina’s Journey series, writes comments under art in the public forums and does the intro’s and the outro’s for my fictional stories. Omni Tina is an interesting construct. She has one foot in the real world and one in fantasy. She’s in a pocket universe where she knows everything, she can do anything and she’s untouchable. Nobody else even knows about Omni Tina’s universe. It’s where I cuss a little more than I should and lose every little inhibition and care about social norms and my mom’s disappointment that I didn’t win more beauty pageants. I mean, fuck mom, I got a closet of trophies and shit back in your house. (See what I mean. Cussing. Mom’s disappointments. It all tracks.)
There are more Tina’s but you don’t need to know about them this little narration, so I’ll move it along.
It was February 14, 2026; Valentines Day. A day that I’m learning not to expect much from. But this one was 100% special. Swear to God.
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Omni Tina was a good bit of the way into describing exactly what was wrong with the knot placement on ascetically pleasing but fatally flawed shibari bondage rig. She was having fun. The ice cream in her dish was melting to the soupy consistently like a milkshake that reminds her Saturday grilled cheese lunches her grandma used to make. In that place and in that moment, she had serenity. She had peace.
“….unfortunately, this otherwise super fun strapedo is kinda easy to escape from. I mean, fuck, even @KatieBlake would find that knot. She’d find it blindfolded. And y’all, the rigger didn’t even USE a blindfold! LOL….sorry, not……”
There was someone here. In Tina’s “verse.” And that’s not even possible. This place isn’t real OR fantasy.
“Lady Sarah?” Tina was standing. Her table and bowl of ice cream were gone. A figure approached and Tina backed away, hands searching and finding nothing to grasp. She staggered as unseen influences imparted weakness stat began to overcome her.
No. Not Lady Sarah. Eva Veranne.
“How? How are you here?” Not knowing how, Tina suddenly found herself on her back. The mattress was firm to the point of being stiff. I won’t make the mistake of repeating what Eva said. I don’t have permission to use her words. And as much as I enjoy a bratty turn and paying a playful penalty for my indiscretion, I won’t be doing that now. Eva is different, and I’m not ready to face her punishment.
But I’ll share what her words communicated, just in my own…
“That character Lady Sarah is writing is cute, isn’t she? The Nightengale. She’s supposed to represent you. And I’m supposed to go there, into the story, and deal with you. Her. Both of you.”
Eva had an unnerving smile. It was more than the smile that tells you a person knows something. In fact, Eva didn’t know a lot about Tina yet. But the thing that Eva knew 100% was that she WOULD know. She’d know every little thing before she was finished. Eva was undeniable.
One limb at a time, Tina felt tight leather’s embrace, and the abrupt force of unyielding steel snapping intended movements short. Tina was confused, to say the least.
“What are you doing? This can’t be…mmmphhff? Mmmffff….mmmmmf.” Tina’s eyes grew wide the moment her mouth filled up with the rubber ball. Eva was still closing the distance between them watching her body gain an understanding of it’s helplessness. Tina wanted to look all over for the source of the gag now secured behind the back of her neck but she could not take her eyes away from Eva. And Tina really already knew the answer, as much as it defied her understanding of things.
Eva wanted her gagged, and it was so.
“Sometimes it’s better to get was a want directly from the source. Lady Sarah turned you over to me for the purposes of the story she’s sharing. Understand that she doesn’t WRITE the story. I decide the course of things. She observes and shares.”
Eva crawled on top of Tina and immediately captured one of her breasts, in it’s entirety, in her grasp. Tina’s eyes flicked and she moaned. And then she was in complete darkness. The removal of her primary sense caused Tina to feel the weight of Eva on her middle that much more. She had nothing to focus on but Eva’s voice and the feelings that were being extracted from her.
“I’m going to share a few things for you. This isn’t for your benefit. It’s because I want to see how the added knowledge changes the ways you struggle.”
Eva’s massaging hand was somehow simultaneously felts euphoric and excruciating. Tina’s sense were dialed up to a 10. And Eva had barely started.
“You’re going to learn your real nature from me. But that’s not the point. That’s just a consequence of me getting what I want. And before you go thinking that YOU are something of value to me, understand that you are not. You’re nothing.”
Eva’s touches were everywhere. Tina’s mind was offline but her body still reacted with reflexive writhing away from the more painful attention and into the unexpectedly tender ones. Her center of gravity felt anchored beneath Eva, much more firmly than her body mass should have caused, and her limbs rolled and flailed minimally as permitted by Eva’s will translated into physical chains.
“What is of value, however, is my enjoyment at causing you to experience things. Things like pain…”
On cue, invisible hot jagged pain tore into Tina. Eva raised an eyebrow and noted the physical response.
“Things like pleasure…”
From nowhere, Tina’s loins filled up with toe-curling wave cresting orgasmic energy. The desperation was different than from the pain response. Eva noticed that as well.
“Things like frustration….”
Just as Tina was preparing for the release she desperately needed, the amazing humming happy trembles that rolled on top of and through her most sensitive zones paused, leaving her in agonizing emptiness. Eva NEARLY smirked at the pitiful sound that wheezed out from behind the ball gag in Tina’s mouth.
“And things they don’t even have names for.” Those words sunk into Tina’s stomach and carried finality with them.
“Yes, Tina, you’re going to learn from me. But that’s not what I’m here for. I’m here to use you. I’ll spend your emotions as carelessly as I please. I’ll burn your essence like a candle just to see how bright it glows. I’ll tax your body until you’re too numb to feel anymore, and then I’ll start with the more intense trials. And even that won’t be the worst of things.”
Eva’s hands had gone back onto Tina’s bare flesh. Her declarations added an electric tingle to her already deftly skilled explorations. Tina’s mind was taking in too much. Chains snapped taught and her hair tossed about as Tina personified desperation. She was a hectic frenzied symphony directed by a Master conductor.
“I can take you so far, Tina. I can get you way past your limits into worlds of feelings you can’t imagine. And every delicious reaction you make is mine. You belong to me. And I’m going to use you up, Tina. I’ll use you up until you’re not even recognizable anymore. No mercy. No restraint. Because you’re really just some silly little thing that I found left all alone.”
Tina was finding the true meaning of surrender. Her spirit was waning and she didn’t even consider resisting.
“This was a taste. You’ll soon go back to your multiple lives, just a little changed. More changes will follow. I’ll be back when it suits me. Happy Valentine’s Day Tina.”