(Aside: I’ve been asked why I’m writing this in third person. The reason is because I need a little distance from it to put in into words.)
Tina was late as fuck. She was closing the garage door before she’d even shifted into park. She slapped at the light switch on the wall and missed but didn’t slow down on her way to her favorite recliner. Fuck it. She didn’t need the overhead light.
“That took way longer than I thought Ma’am. I’m so sorry.” Tina hit send and held her breath. It had been a ridiculous day. There was her task earlier in the morning that she hadn’t taken any time to process. She’d run errands. She’d made plans with Kyle for the next day. She somehow managed to bake her finest ever batch of cupcakes for her niece and nephew’s Olympic Day at the park. Thank you, Grandma Josephine, for sharing the secret of perfect buttercream.
“Hello Pet. That was a long time.” Tina smiled as she exhaled.
“And did you do as I asked?” Tina punched herself in the forehead.
“Sorry Ma’am, I’m running to get the cuffs now.” Tina dropped her phone on the chair and heard it fall off to the ground as she turned and sprinted upstairs to her bedroom. She prayed that she’d left a pair of cuffs upstairs or she’d have to change into comfy clothes, the first part of Ma’am order, and then run all the way to the basement to grab a pair from the playroom. She was ripping off her clothes as she crossed from the hallway into her room. “Thank God,” she thought at the sight of two shiny steel cuffs on her nightstand. Tina tripped over her jean legs as the pants slid down to the floor. She kicked them to the hamper and celebrated silently that they landed inside. She grabbed a huge XX t-shirt off the top of a pile of folded clean laundry that she’d finished two days ago but never put away. Tina grabbed the cuffs and then pulled the shirt over her head and ran back down to the living room.
“Well, that is disappointing pet.” A measured reply from Ma’am but it stung all the same. This was not at ALL how Tina, or Ma’am, wanted tonight to start.
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“You got this Tina. You got this. You were made to do this.” Tina did not believe a single word she was telling herself as the air mat inflated beneath her. The peaceful melody of the storm flowing into her ears was a nonsensical contrast to the static of physical stimulus around her, inside her and that was on its way. Tinas fingers gently wrapped around the carabiner that her wrist bindings were clipped to. As the mat expanded, the handles on its sides that her leg tethers were tied to slid out. As the handles pushed their way apart, they slowly parted Tina’s legs with them. Gradually, Tina was lowered from her higher perch with her knees pulled together beneath her into a bent legged straddle with her pelvic girdle flush against the mat. As she descended, her fingers stretched to remain in contact with the carabiner for as long as they could. Her shoulders extended upward, pressing against her bandage wrapped ears. Eventually, Tina was at her max and the carabiner was out of reach. The mat had finished inflating. Tina felt a minor strain from having her legs splayed out to this extent. Only a few years ago Tina could roll out of bed and into a splits. Not so much as a 33-year-old. No, make that 34.
Tina swallowed another mouthful of tingly chili induced saliva. The sponge effectively dispersed its prickly oil to every nook and cranny of Tina’s mouth. She hoped she wouldn’t have to swallow too many more times. At least not until it began.
There should only be a minute until her programmable power outlet turned on the other instruments of her torment. She was curious to learn how her new fan flogger contraption would feel. She never expected that it would be used in conjunction with everything else in her arsenal, all at the same time. Tina wished she could scratch an itch. Nipple clamps always caused her to have an itch there. The discomfort was mild. It was fine.
“What’s taking so long.” Tina was worried that she’d made a mistake. It seemed longer than a minute had passed. But she was anxious. She was anxious for so many reasons. She was never going to make it the full 30 minutes. “The hell you aren’t!” Tina chastised herself. But even Ma’am had told her that the point wasn’t “to last.” It wasn’t to win. She expected this was going to be too much. She had most certainly INTENDED for it to be too much. That’s surely why the last thing she told Tina other than “Good luck, my pet,” was that under no circumstances whatsoever was she to go longer than 30 minutes. That’s also why Ma’am had insisted that Tina device an “escape” mechanism she could deploy the moment she needed the onslaught to end.
One minute after the mat had inflated and Tina was fully stretched out helplessly bound between the floor, the ceiling and made a deaf and mute prisoner to the physical input relayed from her flesh to her brain, the power came on. It came on hard.
The high setting on the wand is intense. And the wand is always an even more aggressive experience when Tina is bound with her weight straddling it. Tina was still tender from earlier when she used the wand to generate enough of her juices to baste her panties. Not enough time had passed to calm the nerve endings down. Her groin muscles strained to pull her legs back under her so she could rise up. This was involuntary. She knew she was held too securely. Her right groin hurt sharply from an over exertion on the wasted effort. “Your body will betray your undisciplined mind.” The dog crate Master had told her that.
Tina’s thighs and abs were the next concern. The TENS unit pads were pumping the machine’s full charge through the large muscles. The pulse did not gradually grow from 1 to 10. It leapt straight to a 10. Chili juice gushed down the back of Tina’s throat as she bit down hard from the shock of the extreme pulses from the TENS. Her thighs felt like they were rippling. Tina was sure the flesh would look like the tide rolling in if she had eyes to look down and see them. Her ankles were suddenly feeling a terrible pinch which she would later understand to be from the ropes binding them to her thighs. The TENS was causing her to strain so hard that she gave herself abrasions around her ankles from the bondage. The real problem for Tina were the pads on her stomach. Stretched out and exposed as she was, she could not buckle and flinch or do anything to roll with or mitigate the pain. The long, flat muscles under her tightly stretched skin pulsed, then waved, then bucked and were soon fully convulsing. Tina’s eyes were squeezed tightly inside of her bandage wrapping hood and she still saw explosions of light behind her eyelids from the pain. She shook all over as much as a body pulled tightly like a piano string could shake.
The TENS mercifully dispersed its charges in pulses. The machine wanted to make the muscle tissue contract, then relax, then contract, then relax, and on and on. After a few minutes of barely hanging on, Tina had somehow adjusted enough to experience the brief respite as the TENS reloaded between attacks. However, the shattering pain from the TENS had been distracting Tina from the building gush of arousal the massage wand had been producing between her aching legs. Her mind suddenly found additional capacity to focus and switched attention to the orgasm that would have brought Tina to her knees had she not already been placed there by Ma’am. The crashing thunder from her ear buds mimicked the power of Tina’s climax crashing her from within. She screamed into the salty hot sponge. Tina shook and strained and searched for something she could use to tolerate the storm of intense and agonizing, uncontrollable physical sensation.
It kept going and going. Her stomach cramped into a knot. It flexed so hard she could feel her wrist tether straining to keep her arms held above her. Tina tried not to scream for no particular reason. Her screams wouldn’t be heard, and they were completely inevitable. Suddenly she was cumming again. Her feet were cramping too. It might have been the vibrators had finally overcome her capacity to handle stimulation. It might have been dehydration. It might have simply been too much happening, and her body offloaded pain to different areas, so it wasn’t all concentrated in her stomach.
Tina knew she couldn’t take anymore, and she knew she wasn’t supposed to try. She wanted to try. She wanted to feel the power turn off and know that she had suffered the worst that could happen. She wanted to jump ahead in her training, if that’s what this was, and to have pushed herself beyond all limits. This was Tina’s weakness. “You are impatient. That is why you would fail,” Ma’am had told her.
A big surge hit her again. It was too much. She couldn’t. It was over. Tina needed out now. She jerked her head forward and down as hard as she could. The tether line that Tina had secured to the crown of her head harness ran up over the bar in the ceiling and down to the power strip. When she lurched her head, the tether yanked the power strip out of the remote-control power outlet, disconnecting the power to the fan, the massage wand and the hated TENS unit. The tether also pulled the rip cord to the slip knot Tina has used to tie the carabiner her wrists had been clipped to.
Tina slumped forward, her chest flat against the cold concrete in front of her still inflated mat. The mat was programmed to stay inflated for 30 minutes. She had no idea how much longer that would be. After struggling with aftershocks and tremors, and the long and arduous task of unwrapping her head with wrists still bound together, after gently removing the clamps on her nipples and her vaginal lips, Tina saw that she had pulled the plug after only 18 minutes.
Tina was untying her legs and the mat began to deflate. She removed the sponge gag and the ear buds. Tina could still hear the storm, but it was no longer in her ears. She was finished and free from the task. Tina stretched out one hand and grasped her “after care” blanket which she rolled herself into. Then she messaged Ma’am to let her know that she was ok.
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Ma’am was right. Tina had to talk to Kyle and find out. Ma’am was also clear about where Tina’s head needed to be. “You must not be thinking about me when you talk to him.” Tina did not like this direction, but it wasn’t a suggestion and Tina had already screwed up twice that night by forgetting to arrive in cuffs and even worse by casually replying to a question with a one-letter message, “K,” to one of Ma’am’s questions. No WAY was Tina going to mess up again so soon. Not with something that was so clearly stated. “Ma’am mentioned it was a shame she’d have to wait for Part 3 to be written to give Tina time to speak to Kyle.” Then she told her good night.
Tina pondered and smiled slyly.
“Ma’am only said I couldn’t think of her WHILE I was speaking to Kyle.” Tina opened up a new document and began typing. “And she didn’t tell me that I COULDN’T write part 3. She just assumed it wouldn’t be published until after I speak to Kyle.” Tina didn’t know if she was being clever or obstinate or both. But she also knew that Ma’am would not be out of her head when she spoke to Kyle if she didn’t get the story out of her head and into words. So, she was ACTUALLY obeying Ma’am by writing the rest of the story today. At least Tina hoped that Ma’am would see it that way…. 😊
The End of Chapter 1 (and no clue about a chapter 2)