Here’s another homage to Black Label by @StereoscopeComics

And before I start, I’m going to unapologetically declare that I’m imagining myself and @Julanni in the places of Val and Ellie.

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Im growing concerned. Ok. Major understatement. I’m freaking the fuck out.

“Yyaaaahhhhmmmmm!!”

My chest expands until I fill up the minuscule slack Mistress left in the leather straps. The air wheezes and whistles past the gag from my rapid, shallow breaths.

Ok. Make that “frantic” breaths.

Speaking of the wheezing, I thought Mistress was going to go easy on me today when she didn’t plug my ears.

“Miss, wouldn’t totally sensory deprivation…”. But she interrupted.

“It’s Mistress now, pet. And the answer is ‘no.’ THIS will be better. Trust me.”

And the sounds HAVE been impactful. The obvious and nearly overpowering sounds of my highly consensual but entirely forced orgasmic screaming have been ringing in my unobstructed ears for twenty six minutes of four and a half climaxes. The half comes from the fifth one that’s trashing me right this minute.

“Oooyyyyyuhhhaaaa!!!!” The high octave of my muffled shriek frightens me. I sound inhuman.

“Thwaannnnggggg!!”

That was the metallic vibration of the chain tethers Mistress a fixed to my chest and my head. I’m held in an impossible-to-rest position with my head tilted back past my center of gravity but my chest prevented from leaning back enough where I could rest on my hips. I have to constantly strain with the different smaller stabilization muscles in my back and hips and thighs to find any modicum of relief. I can never hold any one pose for long before those muscles fill with lactic acid from the strain they weren’t meant to endure and scream pain signals into my brain. I’m constantly shifting in a desperate race against agony and exhaustion.

Magnifying the pleasure that’s wracking me incalculably.

“Aahhhhhhyyyh!!!”

“Thhwiiinnnggg!!!”

My screams precede a violent convulsive thrust and twist and jerk of my bound and anchored leather and lace clad form. The chains snap and hum when they arrest my involuntary movements. I feel my breasts bounce atop my arched torso as I stop suddenly. My jaw crunches down onto the gag violently shooting electric like shocks up through my temples.

I’m breaking. I have to be breaking. I can’t count to three. I can feel my arms squirming futilely in the binder I’ve always adored. Now I’m in a frenzy to make an impossible escape. My thighs are on fire from my near constant effort to lift myself off my folded and frogtied legs and relieve the penetrating pulses destroying me from the device I’m strapped down onto.

“Gggggggoooodddyyyyaaaa!!!!!”

I don’t hear the snap of the tethers as my exhausted pleasure cries extend on and on in the throws of my fifth orgasm. I throw sweat off my slick trembling figure in all directions in my shaking struggles.

And the vibrations continue, soemhow feeling more urgent than before. My body in autopilot cycles through all of those small stabilization muscles seeking any that still have anything left. But my fatigue is now complete. I can’t struggle or shift or relieve myself. I can’t look for comfort. I’ve lost all control or even thoughts of control.

All I have left is to listen and hope to hear Mistress and find comfort in her presence. To know that my torment and my deconstruction is at least in service to her. Pleasing to her.

What I hear is worse than the empty vacuum of plugged ears. I hear all of the sounds of my ordeal, and her absence.

Mistress told me ahead of time that is how it would be. She’d be watching quietly. Silently. Testing my resolve the way the devices and bonds would test my body.

“Please still be here Mistress. Please still be here.”

I’m sinking straight down now.

Sinking.

Sinking.

Her hands on my face. “Aaaaaaa…”. I’m being. Lifted.

“That’s such a good girl, Little One. Mistress is very pleased.”

My mind drifts from the pain soaked muscles to the deep warmth emminating from my pelvis that has been here with me this whole time. All of the sensation, the fatigue, the ecstasy, and pain, combining into a truly perfect nearly incomprehensible symphony.

“I think you’ve gone far enough today my precious pet. Farther than you imagined you could. I’m so proud. Are you proud too?”

I nod and feel the tether chain rattle behind me as I do.

“You’re going to go further next time Little One. We have so much more to explore in endless and wonderful forms and fashions. I love that you’re my brave and obedient adoring sub. You make your Mistress so happy, Tina.”

I’ll do it Mistress. Whatever “it” is. We’ll find every limit and crash theough then all. That’s what breaking me is.

We’ll do it together.