The Darkness

       Alexia awoke slowly, though she wasn’t sure if she was fully awake if at all.  She tried to open her eyes and either couldn’t or was in complete darkness.  She couldn’t hear anything, not even her own breathing.  There was something in her mouth, a hard bar held between her teeth.  She could feel her ankles and wrists cuffed.  Then she realized what was happening and her breath caught in her throat, then she started to struggle and whimper, for she remembered what her Master had done to her the last time she’d found herself in this position.

       She’d awoken in a similar fashion, disoriented and confused, because as she’d slept, her Master had gone to great lengths to make sure she was robbed of all her senses, all of them of except of course, the sensation of touch.  She remembered feelings of vertigo, of dizziness even though she wasn’t moving, for this happened when one was plunged into their own darkness within a blindfold, when their hearing was completely blocked with foam ear plugs, when their nose was cruelly pinched shut with a set of nose plugs, when the only thing they could taste was the gag in their mouth, and of course, when they were restrained.

       That time she’d awoken on her back, naked, as her Master always commanded her to sleep, her wrists and ankles bound apart in spread eagle fashion, the bit gag allowed her to breathe but took away her ability to speak.  She was totally unaware as to where her Master was or what he was doing, but knew he wouldn’t be far.  And it turned out that, indeed he wasn’t far, and he’d prepared something so cleverly evil, so creatively cruel, that he’d made sure to sound proof the bedroom to keep the neighbors from hearing her scream.  And it turned out to be quite necessary.

       After puzzling over how to create an activity that would cause her severe sexual pain while bringing him sexual gratification, he finally figured out how.  How to be mean, how to be cruel, how to act with complete disregard for the comfort of another, his idea answered all those questions and reminded her why she submitted to him as well as showing her who controlled who in the relationship.

       So the night before he’d slipped a sleeping pill into Alexia’s drink to make sure she wouldn’t wake up while he restrained her.  After he’d bound her to the bed and made sure that she couldn’t speak, see, hear, or smell anything, he got out the little kit he’d put together for the occasion.  In the kit were rubber gloves, a condom, and a bowl containing a special concoction he’d mixed himself, the two ingredients being KY jelly and extra hot chili powder.

       He let her wake up all on her own, going by the telltale signs of her breathing, then the little movements that she could make within her bondage.  He sat everything down on the bed and then crawled up between Alexia’s spread legs.  He looked down at her, bound in the position he’d placed her, savoring her as he always did.  He then leaned forward and put his mouth over her right nipple, softly licking and kissing it and pulling on the nipple ring with his teeth until it stood erect.  Alexia’s left nipple reacted just as fast and Michael decided to delay no further.

       He reached down and slipped the rubber gloves on, he then dipped the index and middle finger of his right hand into the bowl, coating them with his homemade lubricant.  Michael then started rubbing the jelly onto Alexia’s pussy, it didn’t take long for her sounds of surprise to turn to those of pain as the heat set in.  She only got louder as Michael worked his fingers inside of her and started fingerfucking her.  Alexia started to struggle at her bonds and buck her hips but Michael didn’t care, he just sat and watched her pain as he continued to stimulate her with his fingers.

       Alexia’s mind couldn’t function normally with the constant heat searing inside of her.  At first she’d thought that her Master was going to play doctor with her, that was the impression she’d gotten when she’d felt his gloved hand rubbing lubricant onto her pussy, maybe getting her ready for a lewd exam, but that notion had evaporated promptly once she’d started to feel the burning sensation that just continued to grow hotter and hotter.

       Michael removed the condom from the wrapper and pulled it over his erect cock, he’d become quite aroused just from watching Alexia’s painful ordeal, and he’d decided that she’d had enough “foreplay.”  With one hand still fingering his slave, he used the other to apply the lubricant to his condom-protected cock, and once again smiled at the shear cruelty of what he was doing.

       He held his slave’s pussy open with his fingers as he guided himself inside her with his other hand.  Up until that point she’d only been moaning, but as he slid the full length of himself inside her and pushed the laced KY jelly deeper inside her, Alexia screamed. 

As Alexia screamed in pain, Michael moaned in pleasure.  He positioned himself over her and started fucking her.  Alexia’s screams were music to his ears, her pussy spasmed around his cock, needless to say she was so hot.

Alexia felt so helpless, enduring excruciating pain, she couldn’t move, couldn’t plead for mercy, couldn’t do anything to stop it.  She was where her Master wanted her, bound and gagged on her back, not allowed to see, hear, smell, or speak.  Without any of her senses she felt like property more than ever.

Michael fucked her long and hard, and he enjoyed every minute of it.  It was something he nor Alexia would ever forget, and to make sure of it, he’d set up a video camera to record the whole thing to show to her later, to let her see what all she’d “missed” while bound helplessly to the bed.

Michael was rough, slamming himself inside of her again and again, and soon he could feel himself nearing orgasm.  Seeing Alexia that way just did it for him, and then, with his slave bound under him, struggling and screaming in pain, he came.  His cries of ecstasy joined her screams of agony as his orgasm peaked and he came in the condom.

Deciding that he’d put Alexia through enough, he quickly discarded the gloves and used condom, released the ropes holding her wrists and ankles, and without removing any of the sensory deprivation equipment, lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom.  She whimpered the whole way.  He set her down in the bathtub and used the handheld shower head to wash the hot lubricant from her pussy.

Then Michael went about releasing her from the sensory prison he’d sentenced her to.  First he removed one of the earplugs and whispered into her ear that everything would be alright, that he would make her feel all better, and that he was going to take the rest of the bondage off.  He then removed the other earplug, then the bit gag from her sore mouth.  He told her not to try to talk yet.  He took the nose plug off, than unbuckled the blindfold from her eyes. 

He’d taken care of her for the rest of the night, knowing that the session had reached an extreme level.  Now she found herself in a similar situation and even with tender loving care, she wasn’t sure if she was ready for something as painful as that night.

She found that she was bound differently, she was laying on her stomach with her hands handcuffed behind her back, and after moving her feet around she realized that the cuffs around her ankles were a set of leg irons, very similar to hand cuffs, only with a longer chain so she could walk, albeit taking shorter steps.  Everything else was the same, the blindfold tight over her eyes, letting in no light at all, she had no idea what time it was or even if it was day or night.  The nose plugs forced her to breathe around the bit gag secured firmly in her mouth by the strap looped and buckled behind her head.  The ear plugs effectively blocked all sound, Alexia could hear nothing.

Unknown to Alexia, Michael leaned against the wall watching her, fully dressed in black while she lay nude on the bed.  He knew that she was awake, having noticed the change in her breathing and then watching as she realized the situation she was in, and no doubt remembering what he had done to her last time he’d placed her in a prison all her own.

Michael loved doing this to his slave, there was just something about robbing her of her senses, lowering her to an object, his object.  And of course, he loved taking her by surprise.  It just wouldn’t be the same if she saw it coming, so he always took great care to make sure that she didn’t.

He’d decided to do things a little differently this time, hence the changes to the ways he had restrained her.  He’d read an article about sensory deprivation, specifically, stealing one’s senses and then forcing them to walk at the end of a leash.  He imagined that the level of disorientation reached by forcing that on his slave would be second to none, so of course it went without question that he would subject her to such.

Michael enjoyed just gazing at her in this way, knowing that she hadn’t the slightest idea that he was watching her, drinking up her helpless form.  But he had things in store for his oblivious captive, so he decided that it was time for her to begin.

He walked over to the bed and gripped Alexia by the shoulders, her reaction was priceless, for him grabbing her in that way was the equivalent to someone reaching out and touching her in complete darkness, she let out a yelp of surprise at the sudden contact.  Supporting most of her weight, Michael pulled Alexia to her feet beside the bed.  She stood there swaying slightly, he kept a firm hold on her until she was steady.  Then he grabbed the chain leash from the dresser and clipped it to her collar, he then headed toward the door, tugging on the leash so Alexia would follow.

Alexia was apprehensive and so nervous, being forced to walk forward with the blindfold on, her hands cuffed behind her and only taking the small steps that the leg irons would allow.  She knew her Master wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her, but even with that knowledge her heart was racing so fast she felt it would burst.

Looking back at Alexia to make sure she was alright, Michael could see that she was reacting just as he had thought and hoped she would.  Michael couldn’t think of too many things more nerve-racking than being forced to walk, blindfolded and bound as she was.  It really said worlds about how strong Alexia was, many women and a good deal of men would break down and start hyperventilating after being forced to do what she was doing, but she was doing fine, and he could tell, enjoying it just a bit.  Michael was reminded every day just how hard it is to find submissives like Alexia, this was a prime example.

They passed through the doorway into the hall, unbeknownst to Alexia, she knew that they were leaving the room, and of course she knew her way around the house, but it was quite a different thing to walk around freely compared to how she was forced to move at that moment.

Michael had something different set up for her in different rooms of the house, he planned to make her move from room to room as if running a gauntlet and being forced to wonder endlessly about what was in store for her next.  Though perhaps in her confusion and disorientation, it was possible she may not be able to fathom what could be next.  He smiled, that was fine, let her wonder, she would find out when she needed to.

Alexia felt herself led down the hall, to the living room she believed, the only thing showing her which way to move was the pull of the leash, she wasn’t even given the help of a hand on her arm, that only helped to add to her vertigo.  It was hard to imagine the things she was passing in her permanent darkness, all she could do was move forward and trust her Master to take care of her.

A hand at her throat stopped her in what she thought was somewhere in the living room.  She tried to picture herself standing there, naked, her hands behind her in handcuffs, standing in leg irons with just a little slack of the chain touching the floor between her feet, her breasts rising and falling with each quick breath, her mouth held open by the bit gag clamped between her teeth, the blindfold, a strip of bold black where her beautiful blue eyes should be, the collar, always the symbol of her ownership, around her neck, the no-nonsense leach attached to it, the foam ear plugs in her ears, denying her all sound, and the nose plugs, the final hindrance, sealing her inside her own prison.  She wondered if there were rays of sunlight coming in through the living rooms picture windows or if the room was only lit by candles, she had no way to tell, and couldn’t even guess at the time.

Michael had already moved the coffee table to center of the room and draped a sheet over it, he grabbed Alexia by the shoulders and not-so-gently maneuvered her until she was standing with it just behind her.  Then with one hand across the back of her shoulders he placed his other hand on her chest and pressed back and down.  Alexia cried out as Michael lowered her to the coffee table.

Alexia felt like she was falling until she felt the solid, flat surface below her.  She lay there breathing quick, shallow breaths as Michael walked over to the couch where he’d set the vibrator.  He picked up the pink, phallic shaped toy and walked back over to where Alexia lay on the coffee table, as if on display in the center of the room.  The sun was just coming over the horizon, casting the room in a golden hue as the lazy rays of light crept through the window.

Michael had made sure to replace the batteries in the vibrator to make sure they would be fresh, he twisted the battery cap at the base and it buzzed to life at its slowest setting.  Watching Alexia’s face, Michael lowered the humming vibrator and touched it lightly against her clit, just for a second, than he touched it against the lips of her pussy.  Alexia jumped and gave a surprised yelp at the contact.  Michael kept rhythmically touching it to her clitoris, then against her labia, back and forth, never more than just a second, teasing Alexia, just giving her a taste.

Then he applied it with a little more force, and longer, pressing the steady vibration against Alexia’s pussy which was quickly becoming quite wet.  He then pressed just the tip of the toy right up against her clit, then with his other hand he twisted the battery casing a little more, increasing the speed.

Alexia had just started to moan at her Master’s teasing.  She yearned for release and with the steady pressure of the vibrator her Master kept against her clit, she quickly climaxed, crying out, her face flushed pink.

Michael was surprised, he didn’t think she would orgasm that quickly, then he remembered: with her other senses blocked, leaving only the sense of touch, Alexia was very, very sensitive.

With a smile, he started rubbing the shaft of the vibrator against her clit from top to bottom and with a turn of the battery cap, increased the speed again.  Alexia’s reaction was priceless, she lay twitching and moaning, alone behind the walls he’d erected against her senses but nonetheless feeling the pleasure beginning to roll over her again as she approached the peak of another orgasm.  Unable to do anything else, Alexia came, almost as if at her Master’s bidding.

Alexia couldn’t believe how amazing it was, she never would have thought she’d cum so hard just from being bound and controlled in such a way, then subjected to the indignity of being stimulated by someone she couldn’t see, or hear, talk to, or even touch.  Her Master had not touched her unless necessary, and not at all since pressing the vibrator against her.  No physical contact between them, only the vibrator.  It was so impersonal, but somehow, she found she loved it.  It almost felt as if she were cumming for his amusement only.

All these thoughts were swept away as Michael increased the speed on the vibrator again, and with rotations of his wrist, started pressing it against her in a twisting motion.  The toy slid across her easily, already coated in Alexia’s sweet juices.  She was quite wet indeed, Michael noticed, that she was actually wet all the way down to her ass, and a wet spot was growing on the sheet below.

Alexia was constantly moaning now, though with the bit holding her mouth forcibly open it was more like pleasurable keening.  She felt yet another orgasm approaching, she started pressing herself back against the vibrator as much as she was able.  Michael pressed hard, keeping the motion going, and then Alexia screamed.  Alexia screamed loud and Michael didn’t even give a thought to what the neighbors might think, he didn’t care, nothing was as important as what he was watching at that moment.  Alexia was quite a sight to behold, only she could look so free but restrained in one instant.  It didn’t matter that she couldn’t see or hear anything, it didn’t matter that she had no control over what was happening, because what she was feeling overrode everything else and she gave herself over to it completely.

It took Alexia a while to come down from where the orgasm took her, that’s how she knew that it was one of those special ones that you never forget.  She somehow lost what little track of time she had but at the same time knew she would never forget every detail of what just happened to her.

After the climax Michael started to ease up on the pressure he was exerting against her clit, then finally, reluctantly, he pulled the toy away from her and shut it off.  Alexia didn’t seem to notice as she continued to feel the aftershocks, full-body twitches and shakes.  Michael wanted to touch her and caress her but didn’t want to break the no contact rule, he had to keep her inside her “prison” as he’d come to think of it, and to do that he had to keep the touching to the minimal.

Michael gave her time to calm down again, then after her breathing had slowed, holding the leash to keep it from swinging, he again supported her and helped her to her feet.  Once vertical, she swayed again, but soon found her balance.

Michael tugged on the leash and led her to the hallway, watching her he could see that she wasn’t comfortable being forced to walk the way the she was.  No one ever got used to it, that wouldn’t be possible for sensory deprivation truly was a strenuous thing to put a submissive through.  But Michael knew that Alexia trusted him, that she chose to submit to him for a reason, and he would never do anything to make her regret that.

Alexia traveled through her darkness, propelled forward by the pull of the leash, she had no idea where she was going, she could only continue to move forward as she was commanded.  Michael moved slowly, not minding the deliberate pace at all for he liked watching Alexia struggle forward, hampered by the leg irons.

He led her into his study and once again, put his hands on her and roughly maneuvered her into the position he wanted.  He had her stand in the middle of the room, then tugged sharply on the leash, straight down.  Alexia complied and quickly lowered to her knees.  Michael then unclipped the leash from the D ring on the collar and set it on the desk.  He then retrieved a straight back chair and set it behind her, the edge of its seat just behind her.  With a hand on her chest, Michael pushed Alexia backward.  Once again, her breath caught in her throat as she thought he was pushing her backwards to fall on the floor, but then her bare back met the edge of the chair, putting her somewhat comfortably on her knees and giving him a good view of her front.  To make the view perfect Michael nudged his foot against the inside of her thighs.  Quickly understanding what her Master wanted, Alexia hurried to open her legs, giving him the full view of the front of her body that he wanted.

Michael picked up one of the clothespins off the desk, he’d left them sitting there when he’d been going about the house, making preparations.  Then, he crouched down in front of his kneeling slave, squeezed the back of the clothespin, opening the jaws and then letting them close over her pierced nipple.  Alexia cried out at the sharp pain at her breast, for Michael knew that the less of the nipple pinched within the jaws of the clothespin, the more painful it was, and he applied this knowledge to the task diligently. 

Alexia’s breathing had sped up instantly, she whimpered as her nipple continued to sting, and she knew from personal experience that when nipple clamps are applied, the pain does not go away, it doesn’t fade, its just there, even after the clamp is removed.  It wasn’t long before there was a matching sensation on her other breast, and all the while she suffered within her prison, alone.

Her breasts throbbed with pain, and then it flared worse as she felt her Master flicked the clips, making them bob and pull on her tortured nipples.

Michael retrieved another clothespin from the desk and lowered himself down to Alexia’s crotch, he then pulled the right lip of her labia away from her body, she cried out as she realized what he was about to do.  Then she cried out almost twice as loud when he let the clothespin close over the sensitive flesh.  Her cries broke into whimpers, then escaladed into a scream as he clipped another clothespin right next to the first one.

Michael decided that he could fit one more on the lip, he grabbed another clothespin and let it close, taking up the last of the available space on the no doubt hurting sensitive area.

Alexia screamed again, the pain was absolutely agonizing, and she couldn’t escape the fact that it wasn’t over.  She felt her Master let another clip close on the left lip of her labia, then another, and then another.  She continued to scream throughout the entire process, she couldn’t help it.

Michael just sat and watched her for a moment, she was barely able to take it, but she just knelt and endured like a good little masochist.  He then retrieved one last clothespin and prepared for her loudest scream yet.  Without warning he let the clothespin pinch shut over her clitoris.  Alexia’s reaction was instantaneous, she arched her back and shrieked.

Michael stood up and back to admire her.  Her breasts were heaving, she was covered in a light sweat, and every muscle in her body was clenched taut.  He picked up the digital camera and snapped off a couple photos, the occasion more than called for it.

Alexia’s breathing had not slowed, he hadn’t expected it would, Michael knew she was in quite a lot of pain, and he liked it that way.  He picked up the riding crop and walked over to her kneeling form.  He touched it against her throat, and then let it slid down the front of her body, between her clamped and burning breasts, down her stomach, and right across her hurting pussy.  He then let it rub against the inside of her thighs, his chosen targets.

With a whack the crop connected against her left thigh, Alexia jumped and cried out.  It then slapped against her right thigh, giving her matching angry red marks on the inside of her thighs.  Michael decorated the insides of her thighs with more red marks, savoring her cries of pain.

Looking down at her, clothespinned and beaten as she was, he wanted to fuck her right there.  He wanted to unbuckle the bit gag and shove himself into her mouth and deep down her throat, he wanted to bend her over and fuck her doggy style with the clothespins still pinching and squeezing her aching pussy lips as he rammed his cock inside her.  At that moment he’d never felt so hard and eager, but he decided to restrain himself, because he knew what he had in store for his slave next was well worth it.

He set the crop down and started removing the clothespins from Alexia’s body, listening to her scream anew every time the blood flow returned to her pinched areas.  Once they were all off, he wasted no time reattaching the leash to Alexia’s collar and pulling her to her feet once again.

He led her away from the study, all the while watching her baby-step her way down the hall.  The sun was now fully above the horizon and well into the sky, the warm light revealed how beautifully red Alexia’s nipples had become.  Michael led her down the hall and to the garage door, he opened the door and led her through the threshold. 

Alexia could tell by the feel of the concrete floor that they were in the garage, and she had a feeling that they were nearing the climax of the session.  Her heart fluttered at the thought.  She had no idea how long she had been inside her prison, she didn’t know and didn’t care, she felt like time just didn’t exist anymore and nothing mattered unless her Master let it.  She eagerly let herself be led forward.

Michael led Alexia over to his well-used wooden worktable, in his preparations he’d ensured that it was as high as his slave’s waist and he’d secured a ring bolt in the center of the table.  He led her right up to it, in line with the ring bolt, with a hand at her back, he pushed her forward, she felt the table against her thighs and bent over.  He’d also made sure the edge was clear of any splinters, it was rough against her bare thighs but not uncomfortably so.

Threading it through the eye of the ring bolt, Michael then secured the leash to the ring bolt, giving Alexia no slack at all.  She would be held bent over the edge of the table until he released her, that was completely clear to Alexia.

Michael picked up the bottle he’d left sitting on the worktable.  All the items he’d used to deprive Alexia of her senses were necessary, for this one, it was primarily the nose plugs.  For in her current state, Alexia couldn’t smell the strong mint scent that filled the room as soon as Michael flipped the top open.  Everyone knew that a strong mint in the mouth will bring an equally strong tingle to cunnilingus or fellatio, but Michael had taken that concept a step further and figured that it would have the same effect for intercourse, and more specifically, for anal intercourse.  There are many nerve endings in the anus and they are naturally ultra-sensitive, which was something his slave was about to find out.

Alexia felt so dirty, so hot, bound as she was and held over the edge of the worktable.  The garage had a very open air to it and she felt more naked than ever in it.  Her pussy was wet again and bent over as she was, the bit gag holding her mouth open was forcing her to drool.  It was humiliating and only making her hotter and wetter.

Michael squeezed some of the mint lotion onto his fingers and applied it to Alexia’s exposed asshole, eliciting a moan, then another as he applied more.  He slid his lubricated fingers into her ass.  Alexia’s anus was extremely tight, he felt it squeezing his fingers like a preview of what was to come.  As he continued to lubricate and warm up Alexia’s asshole, Michael noticed that she was drooling all over the table and his cock grew harder still.

Alexia felt his fingers inside her and she wanted more, the tingle was so strong, like cold fire that felt so good.

Michael set the bottle down and opened his pants, pulled them down and exposed himself.  He’d never felt so hard before, he picked the bottle of mint lotion back up and lubricated himself.  He found he’d been right about the tingling effect.  He put that thought aside and decided that she was ready, and then he slid himself inside her.

The lubricant worked well, she accepted him readily into her tight ass and he pushed himself all the way inside of Alexia’s body.  She gave a loud moan, then a cry as he finished the thrust.  Michael pulled himself almost all the way out, then shoved himself back in, thrusting long and hard.

Michael fucked Alexia in her ass while she drooled all over the table, in complete control, a perfect example of power exchange.  Michael had all of the power, he enforced his will upon her, and she loved it.  He’d put her in a sub space where nothing and no one but himself could touch her, he could do anything he wanted to her and not only would she let him, she would enjoy it.

All this went through both Michael and Alexia’s minds at just about the same time while he fucked her.  There was no doubt who was in control and that was the way they liked it.

The wide-open garage was filled with the wet sounds of intercourse, with Alexia’s somewhat pained but yearning cries of submissive pleasure, of the authoritative sounds Michael made as he shoved himself into his slave, again and again.

Soon Michael could hold himself back no longer, he felt his orgasm building, stronger and stronger, until he lost himself in the pleasure and came inside his slave.

At first all he could do was breathe and struggle to stay standing, but then he quickly came to his senses.  Michael pulled himself from Alexia’s body, she stood shuddering, still bent over the table.  He pulled up and buckled his pants, then set about releasing Alexia from the ring bolt.  Once she was unhooked from the table, he gently pulled her back to a standing position, then gripping her leash, led her into the house and to the shower where he would clean her up and piece by piece, release her from her prison.