Freedom is Slavery (18 page)

My head now encased, she instructed me to remove all of my clothes and kneel on the coir fiber floor mat before her ornate throne. The prickly fibers bit at my flesh as my bare legs kneeled on them.

While I waited, I began to hear the faint sounds of music. Hearing anything in the hood was a bit of a challenge and I was afraid that I might miss something she might say.

Mistress Alicia soon joined me, sitting before me on Her throne. She allowed me to kneel down and kiss her boots before she had me stand and move to the large bondage playpen that was the centerpiece of the room. Standing approximately ten feet tall, the playpen looked like an overly large bed with straps and buckles instead of a mattress. On every post were a series of hooks and cuffs that dangled freely.

She placed each of my wrists into the cuffs and did the same for my ankles. I was now helpless and exposed. My physical reaction to this and to her hot breath on my neck was to pump more blood to my nether regions. I was scared and aroused at once.

She began scratching her nails, long and red, down my back. This felt wonderful at first (I can never have my back scratched enough) until she started putting a lot of pressure behind her hands. Her nails started tearing into me. It felt as if she was rending my flesh with her talons. Just when I thought she’d stop, she began all over again—raking her nails up my arms, down across my buttocks, across my chest. No place was safe.

After a momentary pause (while I was gasping for breath), Mistress Alicia’s hands came around me from either side. I felt her pinching my nipples, getting them hard enough to then place small rubber clamps on each of them. The pain from these tiny, biting clamps was excruciating. And that paled in comparison to the sensation that came from the weights that she attached to the chain that ran between the two.

Going back behind me, I began to feel the small pricks of a Wartenburg Wheel—like a handheld spur—on my flesh. The tiny but powerful points of pain felt as if they were overloading my nervous system. Mistress Alicia began rolling them over me in time with the music that was now starting to pick up pace.

I was crying out behind my mask but was muffled as Mistress had blocked the slit for my mouth. I was taking in as much air as I could through my nose and felt myself struggling against the bonds that held my hands and ankles. Already it felt as though my strength was giving out. I felt like a rag doll that Mistress Alicia was taking apart stitch by stitch.

Just when I thought that she was done with the Wartenburg Wheel, she would start again. I imagined my flesh as being dotted with a thousand pin pricks.

I was almost grateful when I felt the first blow from the flogger on my back. This was followed quickly by a barrage of blows. The music from the unseen stereo began to be as much of a presence in the room as Mistress Alicia. It was Gustav Holst’s
The Planets
and "Mars, The War Bringer" was beginning to crescendo, blows from the floggers in her left and right hands crisscrossed across me. Each beat of the music was accompanied by a slap of leather on skin.

The cries under my mask were building. I knew that I was struggling and squirming, despite my desire to be a good slave to Mistress Alicia and take what she was giving to me. I wanted to stand straight and take each blow but I couldn’t do it. I was in agony and there was no sign of it stopping. It was only building, bigger and bigger.

Harder and harder she beat me. I was pulling against the leather and steel that held my limbs in place. I wanted to escape from the pain but nothing was allowing me. Tears were streaming from my eyes under the leather mask. It became a syncopated symphony of pain as the leather straps crossed my flesh. Finally, the music reached its apex and the beating concluded in a flurry of unmerciful blows.

I feel as if I blacked out a bit. I have no actual memory of Mistress Alicia releasing me from my bonds. The next thing I can recall is being bound across the free-hanging straps of her combination swing / bondage bed. Not giving me much time to relax or acclimate myself to a world without pain, she removed the nipple clamps quickly, allowing the blood to flow back fast. I screamed behind my leather mask.

The world went black as the eye mask was secured and everything felt like a dream (or a bit of a nightmare), being suspended as I was. Without warning, I began to feel the bite of coldness on parts of my flesh. It felt as if I was being iced from head to toe. The feel of cool wetness was pleasant at first but that changed rather quickly.

A low hum and a crackle. I could smell the ozone before I felt the sharp prick from what had to be a violet wand—a handheld electrical device that ripples with electricity—as it applied to my legs.... and thighs... and chest... and stomach... and cock.

I was thrashing against the bonds that held me, but they held me tightly in place. Over and over, she touched the electrical device to my wet skin. The water transmitted the pain with great intensity. My body still shook and twitched with each zap of the wand and the pain still screamed through me, but my mind had started going off, escaping from the torture.

I was now thoroughly broken. Mistress Alicia released me from my bonds, allowing my feet and knees to touch the floor so I could kneel once again before her.

"You are allowed to pay tribute to my feet," she said. "You may give your seed to me there, and then clean them with your mouth."

I began stroking myself, completely enamored by this person who had taken me so far past my limits of pain. It only took a few strokes before I was spewing my spunk across the black leather of her boots. After shaking off the final drops of my ejaculation, I got down on all fours and began slurping the semen off of her boots while she leaned down and petted my head like a poodle.

Once her boots were clean, Mistress Alicia had me stand up and she used a cold cloth to wipe my body down, cleansing me of everything. She allowed me to dress again and then she bid me farewell.

I never came down that dusty road again. I had been sent there by my owner and She had wanted me to spend an afternoon experiencing the harsh hand of Mistress Alicia. I was thankful for her time and for my owner testing my flesh.

She greeted me at the door like a long lost friend. She hugged me tight enough to take the breath from me and leaned down to kiss me on the mouth. "Oh, it’s so nice to see you," she said sincerely.

I had only seen Paige once before, approximately a year prior, and was thrilled to be welcomed back into her apartment. She looked even better than she had the year before and I told her so. I surveyed her little place to see that not much had changed. The wall near her bed was still adorned with racks of whips, chains, cuffs, and other fetish implements. The life-size standee of Elvira (whom Paige so much resembled) was against the other wall. Her mannequin collection had grown by one, it stood with its arms outstretched to greet me near the couch were I sat after hanging up my coat.

Paige called to me from her kitchen where she poured us a glass of wine. "Can I get you anything else? I have juice, fruit, cheese, some cold cuts..."

I assured her that I was fine and told her she was too good of a hostess. As if only a week had past, we caught up over our wine like friends out for a drink. She didn’t have to but she had remembered so much about me that I was flattered. I recalled what I knew of her as well. When I said that I had enjoyed rubbing her feet the last time I saw her she kicked off her high heels and placed her stocking-clad toes on my knees. This was an easy feat as she sat on a tall chair across from me, looking down into my eyes with anticipation as I began to touch her tootsies.

"I just love to have my feet touched," she said, practically purring as I rubbed her arch and wiggled each little piggy in turn.

"I’ve always been a big fan of feet. When I was little I used to smell my mother’s shoes when she got home from work. Oh, it just sends me." She giggled and took another sip of her wine.

While not nearly the foot enthusiast she is, I knew how much she enjoyed having me rub hers so I obliged with vigor. When she switched legs I caught a glimpse under her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties and her cock stood at full mast.

This sight inspired me and I took her big toe into my mouth, sucking it the way I wanted to suck her cock. "Oooh," she squealed, pushing her toe deeper into my waiting mouth. I moved my mouth up and down over her big toe, my fingers massaging her arch. She leaned her head back and moaned.

In the past Paige had expressed that she liked power exchange but that she was often asked to be the Dominant one and actually preferred being the submissive. Seeing her like she was, throat exposed and completely turned on, I suddenly had the urge to take her and make her mine. I did something very out of character for me. I took her toe out of my mouth, leaned back on the couch, undid my fly, and unleashed my hard cock.

"Get down here and please me with your mouth," I told her uncharacteristically. Surprisingly, she did what I told her.

She was bobbing up and down like a cock-starved slut, as I ran my hands over her shoulders before reaching down and feeling her hard nipples under her top. Squeezing them, I wondered how much pain she could handle. I started pinching them tighter and tighter between my fingernails. This only made her suck more vigorously. She moaned louder around my cock until she couldn’t take it anymore, leaning back and gasping. However, she didn’t take my hand away she simply looked at me pleadingly as I tightened my vise-like grip even more.

"Please..." she whimpered.

"Please what, girl?" I asked.

"Please, Daddy, please don’t hurt me..."

"But I thought you liked having your nipples played with," I taunted.

"Yes, Daddy but... it hurts."

"You can’t take being hurt, baby girl?"

This put her in a quandary. She wanted the pain; she just didn’t want that much. I eased back just a little and she smiled. In response I squeezed even harder. She whimpered again and reached up to touch my cock, running her fingernails over the head.

"Please, Daddy... I’ll do anything you want."

"Yes... I know you will." I grinned and released her nipples suddenly, knowing that the blood rushing back to them would hurt even worse. She gasped and I took her open mouth and placed it back over my cock, fucking her face. It takes a lot to get me off orally, which is good as I didn’t want to get off that early in the evening despite her Hoovering my cock like there was no tomorrow. I leaned back and watched her work my cock expertly between her lips and fingers. Eventually I pulled her off and, leaning over, kissed her deeply, our tongues meeting.

Paige got off of her knees and went over to the rack next to her bed. She started pulling various toys down and laying them out on her bed. Four leather cuffs and a butt plug attached to what looked like the bulb from a blood pressure cuff. I stripped her and kissed her deeply, my hands rubbing her cock all the while.

I attached the cuffs. They each had a hook and ring so they could be locked together. I locked her hands over her head and laid her down on her bed. I then lifted up her legs and cuffed them as well.

Finally, I cuffed her legs to her arms, leaving her completely exposed. Taking some lube from her bedside table, I slicked up the plug and slowly inserted it into her. Her gasp was quickly replaced by a moan.

I grasped her cock at the base with my left hand while my right pumped up the plug, filling her. I stopped pumping when it got too difficult to squeeze the bulb. Her moan slowly rose into a squeal as the pressure got to be too much.

"Shhh, shhh, that’s a good girl," I cooed to her. My hand tightened around her cock and she quieted a bit. "Just a few more seconds and..." There was a rush of air as I allowed the plug to shrink back to its normal size.

I didn’t wait long to start pumping again, filling her up once more.

"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she whined as I filled her again. There was a jingling sound from her cuffs as her legs began to shake. I began stroking her cock when I got her full again.

"Doesn’t this feel nice?" I said, knowing that she was torn between the pleasure of my hand and the fullness in her bottom.

She barely squeaked out, "Yes, Daddy," before I let the air out again. She caught her breath and pleaded, "Please Daddy, no more."

"Come now, girl. You can take one more, can’t you?" I looked down at her and arched my eyebrow.

"Yes, Daddy. For you, yes." She had barely gotten the words out before I started pumping her full again. This time I kept her bottom full for longer than before and stroked her more vigorously.

I allowed the air out once again and unhooked her legs from her arms. While she caught her breath I began stroking my cock, rubbing it against her tender feet. She grasped my cock between them and stroked it for me, her legs pumping back and forth. Looking down at her, helpless, her feet cuffed together, her arms above her head, I started to ejaculate. My cum covered her toes and she looked at me pleadingly.

"Yes, girl, you may clean them off," I said before she put her toes to her mouth and sucked my hot load off of her feet.

I got down and took her cock into my mouth, sucking for a good long time. I unhooked the cuffs, removed the plug, and allowed her to get up. She wanted to model some lingerie for me. I took pictures of her as she paraded through her apartment in different outfits, each nicer than the last. Between each outfit she would come over and drop to her knees, taking my quickly hardening cock in her mouth.

After a time, I looked over at the clock on the wall. "Paige, either you need to ask me to spend the night or I need to hit the road." I was expecting her to gracefully kick me out.

"Well, I get up early," she said, "But if that’s okay then I’d love for you to stay."

I assured her it would be. I asked her to change into her night clothes so we could get some shut eye.

"That’s simple enough," she said, doffing her clothes. She helped me out of my things, as well, and got the bed ready. Before we turned in, I took her cuffs off and put them back on her wall.