Kinktober 2020 #5

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, F/m, femdom, nudity, hooded, bondage, slavery, dubious consent

It was like his head was in a separate place from the rest of his body. A warm placed, the scent of leather as all encompassing and impossible to escape as the full hood pulled taut and covering everything above his collar.

The slave often wore a hood. Madame demanded it. Often there were holes for his eyes so he could go about his duties. Cleaning and the like. He did whatever Madame ordered him to. And today, she had ordered him to hold still.

So he stood there, head encased in a gloriously tight hood that rendered him incapable of seeing anything. It was thick too, enough that every sound was delivered with a muffled quality. The slave had to strain to make out clear words when someone spoke.

Things were different beneath the collar, where the slave was completely nude. He rarely wore clothes beyond Madame’s leather, rubber, and latex suits to begin with. Today he had been ordered to shave. He did so diligently and received help from a fellow slave for the places he could not reach. Now there was nothing, no hair from the neck down. His skin was still sensitive where the shaving cream had been. Every gentle breeze and burst of wind made the naked slave shiver, and he could feel the goosebumps that prickled his flesh. A sharp contrast to the hood's sweaty heat.

He was bound too, with hefty leather belts. They crisscrossed his legs and arms, binding him to a sturdy wooden pole on the grounds of Madame’s estate. It had been cold at first, chilled by the, but how the slave’s body heat had warmed it.

The slave giggled. He couldn’t help it. He had been ordered to remain still, and he was trying, but he couldn’t help but strain against his bonds now and then, to struggle within his restricted movements. It was exhilarating, and his laughter could not be contained for too long.

His giggling was cut short when, out of nowhere, a stiff leather strap met his belly. The smack was loud enough to penetrate the hood and the fog of abrupt, unexpected pain that fell over the slave’s mind. He cried out, long and loud, just before another strike came at his hip, then another on his chest.

It seemed Madame had come to have her fun.