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Ch. 4
“Hey baby. Baby? Are you OK? Do you know what you put me through?” There was no response. “Hey!” Brad said angrily as he pulled her legs apart and demanded attention. This got her attention alright as she flashed him angrily with her eyes, ripped her legs free of his clutches and went back to her masturbation.
That was very disrespectful for Brad. He had spent an hour and a half in a total panic, damaging his precious car, publicly humiliating himself and for all he knew, Daphne was running him through a rat maze so she could secretly fulfill her private fetish fantasies without him around. She’s a real bitch, he thought. A hot and kinky bitch though.
“Baby, I’m here. I want to be a part of your world.” Brad said. “I want to be a part of your games, but you need to be honest with me.” Daphne was still in a fog and barely aware that he was in the room as she was only seconds away from cuming and was now tensing up and bearing down heavily with all her might on her sex.
That was the last straw as Brad yanked her back using her chains, briskly separated her legs and replaced the crotch strap. Like a machine, Daphne went right back to the buckle with her feet and was nodding furiously ‘no.’ It no longer mattered to Brad as he lifted the still soaked girl off the floor, carried her and slammed her on their bed. Brad left her alone on the bed for a brief period to retrieve the extra handcuffs, padlocks and chain he knew Daphne kept in a closet nearby. All the restraints were regulation as she had always demanded. During this short time, Daphne already was having her way with the buckle.
Brad charged the bed, separated her legs again and cuffed each leg to an iron bedpost, leaving her on her back with legs painfully spread eagle. Brad was oblivious to the injuries she had to her ankles and legs. He quickly cleared all the pillows from the bed and used chains to lash her upper torso in place to the top bedposts, effectively immobilizing her. He even used the remaining short chain, wrapped it through unused rings on her hood and pulled it to the center of the headboard and padlocked it with no slack. She basically could not move a muscle, even her head, except he noticed her still wild pelvis bobbing up and down under impossible tension.
Brad had seen her escape from worse things, and was not fooled by her helpless appearance. Her face did look like she was holding back tears but it was mixed with glimmers of her trademark defiance that scared him so.
“Baby, I didn’t want to be a part of endangering your life in the tub. You put me through such stress worrying about you but this whole time you were actually pleasuring yourself. I knew you had some kinky fetish that was keeping you from opening up to me but now I want to be a part of it. You said that if I helped you this morning, that tonight we could do what I want. Well, I don’t want to wait until tonight to say I want to roleplay with you. I know this magic thing gets you off, well it gets me off too. Let’s share in this together. That’s my wish.”
During this speech, Daphne was trying to nod and say ‘no’ through her gag but communication was impossible. She was still thinking of the orgasm she remained close to having and all the possibilities for freedom. It hadn’t yet sunk in what he had said, but had she not been so aroused, she would have thought of him as a misogynist pervert who was violating the dignity of her profession. The only good news was the jacket had become more manageable as the drying process was giving the material greater flexibility.
Brad found a pack of gum from a bathroom drawer and began to chew several pieces simultaneously. He spat the wad into his hand and began to shove pieces into keyholes of each padlock very meticulously. Much of her escape technique he knew involved picking locks and the gum would now make that almost impossible. Brad also remembered seeing the box for the hood she was wearing in the closet and confirmed his suspicions by finding the unused eye covers in it. He proceeded to take away Daphne’s sight by strapping the blinders on nice and tight.
He stepped back from this escape expert’s bound form on the bed, content with his additions that should make her now completely helpless. There was still this deep suspicion that she would escape and boast arrogantly in his face about her awesome skills as she had often done in the past when he challenged her with a surprise.
She’s bucking like a horse to cum, he noted. He had never seen his love so aroused. Brad decided to play what he thought was her game by freeing her crotch and sucking her clit and fingering her pussy until she was at the brink of cuming. From their occasional sexual activities, Brad remembered that Daphne would stop thrusting and immediately tense up just before cuming and used this as his signal to stop short. He could feel the walls of her pussy trying to grip him but he would pull back always just in time.
There was no longer any intelligible thought in Daphne’s head other than ‘cum’ and ‘cum now.’ Brad always a skeptic of Daphne’s theatrical Damsel in Distress act she was so good at milking in her shows, did not truly believe he now controlled one of the mentally toughest women on earth. To him, anything he was getting away with doing to her, was the result of her letting him and deferring her escape. He was going to take full advantage of what he was going to get.
Brad found feathers, a silk handkerchief, candles and clothespins. Every time he walked away from the bed to retrieve something, he was imagining he would find her miraculously free of the bondage and cocksure. However, her mindset would not allow her to consider her escape yet. Brad was now teasing her slit with silk and feathers and every time she would move to the brink, he would add another clothespin to her labia and drip some hot wax on her pussy, which he tested to make sure would not scar her. In his secret exploration of bondage websites, he had become exposed to this idea of substituting pain for pleasure and was convinced by now that this was Daphne’s game as she would try escaping from a noose (something which had always reminded Brad of those people into autoerotic asphyxiation), laying on glass or pins and needles (something which resembled the games of a masochist) or when Daphne engaged in fire eating and seemed to relish in the burn.
He would be surprised to know that she had never given these things a sexual connotation, though she knew it titillated her audience. The pain she was getting now was all new to her and was at first torture and caused her to panic but was gradually becoming a tool to get her closer to cuming. If she could just use the pain to fuel her libido and show no outward signs she was on the brink (no tensing up and no clenching with her vagina), she could trick him into letting her cum. But every time her body would betray her and he would figure her out. A part of her was almost gleeful that she was getting a challenge worthy of her as she had always sought to train and control her body and natural instincts and this was one realm she never imagined training; she was failing miserably.
This is so awesome, he thought to himself. She was still going like a hungry tiger and showed no sign of letting up, but he was actually tired. They had been playing this teasing game for a full hour and he had expected her to collapse by now. Every time he withdrew stimulation, she would thrust her pussy high in the air in search of it and loudly grind the ankle cuffs against the bed frame with the tension. Her horniness and determination, combined with her physical prowess might make this go on for many more hours but he needed to get on with his day and her pussy, clit and inner thighs had no more room for clothespins and wax. Still, he had this thought like he was landing on the moon: nobody had ever seen anything like this or thought this was possible. His scientific instincts were to keep exploring and find out at what point she would break or if she would break him first. This was an epic like Moby Dick or Old Man and the Pussy.
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