-I was having a dream. It was about Mia. She was such a sexy little package. She was kind of like the sadistic bitch, Lizzy, who was still torturing me to death. Both were about five feet tall. Neither had an extra ounce of fat on their bodies. Mia was always either naked or wearing a perfectly fitted leather cat suit. Sometimes she even wore a hood with feline features. Her Mistress, Mistress Tammy, had a thing for pet play. Mistress Tammy also had a thing for cruel torture. THAT characteristic seemed to be passed down to Lizzy. The big difference was that Tammy gave fabulous after care. Lizzy….not so much.
Of course, Tammy was training Mia and me to push our limits and become better slaves. Lizzy just seems to want to punish me. Hard. It’s obvious this has everything to do with Mia, but I’m not sure what the deal is. But I REALLY want to figure it out so I can get the hell out of here…
Oh right, back to my dream.
“Hey sexy pants.” That’s what Mia called me. “Get that ass over here and cuddle.” Mia was wearing her Domme outfit for me, decked out in shiny black leather, head to toe. Her green eyes sparkled. I was always getting lost in them.
“Right away,” I tried to be enthusiastic, but I was wiped out. “Do you want a sandwich.” Mia basically always wanted a sandwich. I brought her tons of sandwiches and she’d nibble the crusts and that was all she’d ever eat. I think she got her calories from breathing.
“Babe, you have to call me Mistress. Seriously!”
“Sorry Miss,” I said with a mouthful of turkey sandwich. There was big silver platter of sandwiches. I picked out pimento cheese for Mia.
“No, no, no. Not Miss. It’s Mistress. And what the fuck is that orange shit?” Mia had a cussing problem. I tried to help her with that, but I actually think it was rubbing off on me.
“Pimento cheese Mistress. It’s good.” I threw myself onto the sofa. It was an ornate, overstuffed, red love seat, actually. My upper body landed on Mia’s lap and I curled up my legs to fit on the “my section.” I was smiling with my eyes closed and the half sandwich held triumphantly overhead, directly in front of Mia’s doubtful gaze.
“If it’s bad I’ll spank you.” Mia took the sandwich from me. She stroked my hair gently, just exactly how I like it.
“Then I hope it’s bad Maam, er….Mistress. Fuck. Sorry. Mistress.” Mia chuckled. “You’d never know anyway. You’ll just nibble on the crust. Yeouch!!!” Mia whacked my bare ass and proceeded to take a tiny nibble from the crust.
“Tina.” Mia sighed. “You’re in trouble. OK. You can’t treat this like a joke.” I curled up into a tighter ball and Mia went back to stroking my hair and rubbing my back.
“I know Mistress. I’m just resting. Lizzy will bring me back sooner or later.” Mia had stopped stroking me.
“Tina. I’m sorry I never got to…I thought we’d wind up together. With Mistress Tammy. I thought she was going to break you for me. Like she’s broken me before. And then I’d have gotten to build you back up, my perfect little sexy slut. I’m so sorry Tina.” It was getting warmer. And brighter. I blinked.
“No. Don’t be sorry Mistress. I used my safe word. I panicked. I barely even tried.” My eyes were stinging from salty sweaty running into them.
“You weren’t ready. I didn’t have you ready. And I should have told Mistress Tammy that when she told me she was going to…”
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The jagged pain ripped me out of my dream and into 100% consciousness. I felt like I was being bitten all over my body. I was in so much pain, I could not focus on anything. I tried to slow my breathing. I’ve trained to bring myself back from “tunnel vision” in firearms training but you can’t simulate true panic of life and death circumstances. Training is fine but not a real substitute. The only way to learn to fight for your life is to actually fight for your life.
“Don’t move, bitch. Just assess.” I was coaching myself. My brain was back online. The adrenaline dump that woke me had subsided enough to allow me to think again.
OK. I was tied up and suspended again. But it was very different this time. My arms were pulled up behind me. It was like a strapedo only they weren’t tied together. They were shoulder width apart and pointed almost straight up in the air. A lifetime of gymnastics had made me very flexible but this was pushing me right up to the brink.
Fortunately, most of my weight was being supported by several loops of leather strap wrapped tightly around my ribs, just under my breasts. It wasn’t comfortable. It was actually crushing my chest and restricting my breathing horribly, but it was better than having my shoulders pulled out of their sockets. There must be a tether at the back of the chest loops secured up behind me to whatever structure I was suspended from.
My legs dangled beneath me. They were tied together at the thighs, knees and ankles. There was no surface in reach for me to rest or to try to step up on to relieve the stress on my bound wrists, chest or shoulders.
Even as extreme as this suspension was, the pain was far more excruciating than I expected. It was a brutal, primal pain. I realized that blood was running down my body and that my bonds were ripping my flesh wherever I moved or shifted. With me focus returning to me, I was finally able to realize that the leather straps I was tied with was laced with sharp metal spikes all over. It was like some kind of medieval bared wire. The cuts it made on my were not clean life from a sharp blade. Rather, these spikes pierced me all over, latched on under the surface and ripped me apart when I moved. It was nightmarish.
“Good morning, Tina. I hope you’re impressed with my spiked leather. Its hand made. I made it just for you.” Mia was up on a ridge. I tried to look at her but realized the spiked strands were wrapped around my throat as well, and moving my head risked slashing my throat. Mia noticed me trying to move.
“Please don’t do that Tina. You’ll lose too much blood. Between that and the heat, you’ll lose consciousness again. And I want you to be awake as much as possible today. It shouldn’t be hotter than 104 by the time the sun hits its peak.”
My mouth was dry. I tried to swallow and realized the damned spiked cord was wrapped around my mouth as well. It was a loose but painful gag. My blood tasted like rust and my sweat like salt. Still, I tried to speak to Lizzy.
“Pu-hease. Izzy. Top.” I was starting to feel the muscle cramps now too. I’d been held suspended like this for a while. Lizzy kept reviving me. She’d throw water on me and even gave me an IV at one point. She wanted to prolong this as long as my body would allow. Lizzy walked down toward me from her perch.
“I’m sure you understand that I’m breaking you, Tina. I’m not trying to hide that at all. I’m giving you what you wanted. You shouldn’t have run away from your destiny. It would have been better for you if you hadn’t. Better for us all.”
I was feeling dizzy again. Lizzy had been wearing me down for days with just desert exposure. She had been patient. After the first day, she resisted my insults and stayed poised. Restrained. In control. Every day of her calm, surgical deconstruction of me chipped away at my hope. And now, her breathtaking brutality felt overwhelming. I needed…something….
“Ah new. Ah new yew eyed. All long.” Each painful syllable uttered was agony. But for the first time in days, Lizzy was bothered. “Hehehe.” I coughed and red drool splattered out like a tiny cloud. That’s it. I was done. My eye lids were closing. And Lizzy was allowing it. She had been distracted. Annoyed.
“How Tina? Tell me how you knew! It doesn’t matter. I’m going to break you. Understand? So tell me.”
Lizzy was right that it didn’t matter. I was going back to Mia now. In the real world, time was running out. Lizzy was going to have to throw down with whatever her end game is soon, or I’d be dead before she could. And she didn’t want that. I just needed to run out the clock and make it to the end with my mind intact so I could get the answers I wanted. But I didn’t need to be conscious while the clock ticked. I’d much rather be on the couch with Mia.