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The slave didn’t know how long the van drove around.    It seemed to go on for hours.    Through various turns and straightaways, it never stopped moving.  

She spent her time waiting and trying to move around the crate as best she could.    First one way, then another, to keep her arms, legs and back from cramping up.    Surprisingly, her wrists felt fine.   She was worried the handcuffs would close more and cause some damage, but they seemed locked in position.

During one of her shifting attempts, the van finally did stop.  But, for only a short period of time.   Then it back up for a piece and then stopped again and the engine turned off.

The slave heard the back doors of the van open but could not get turned around to try to see what was going on.   Suddenly the crate itself moved.   First up and then side to side.   All the while it seemed as if she could hear machine noises.

After awhile she felt the crate lowered to solid something and the noises faded away.   Footsteps replaced those sounds and something else.   Something The slave could only think of something turning.

Then with grunt, the top of the crate lifted off and light flooded her.

“Get up.” His growl said.

She felt Him grab her hair again and pulled straight up.   Her legs scrambled to get under her body and help her stand.   The Man then pulled her out of what was left of the crate and walked her to a nearby chair.

This He slammed her on then turned His back.   The slave watched as he went over to a standing work bench.   On it she saw various tools and the like.   Screwdrivers, hammers, pencils.  She also saw other things.   Dildos, clamps, ballgags and other things.

But she couldn’t see what was in front of Him. The slave watched his arms move but didn’t know what he was doing.   With a final movement, like He was pulling something from the pegboard in front of him, The Man stuffed items in the side pockets of his coat.

Turning around, He walked back over to her chair and went behind her where her arms were.  The slave could feel Him undoing her handcuffs and heard him toss them to the floor.  

Breathing a sigh of relief, she was suddenly bent forward in the chair, as he forced one arm up.   After a few seconds, she felt that one drop and the other arm lifted.  Then again, it was let go.

With a flash, His own arms shot out in front of her and pulled back.   A grabbing feeling was around her neck and she heard metallic sounds behind her.   The slave reached her hands up to her throat and discovered a thick leather band around it.

He had locked a collar on her.

Her hands felt around the collar and when got to the front of it, She found the end a leash attached.  While she ran her hands down the leash, The slave also saw where The Man had replaced the handcuffs with leather ones.

A harsh tug on the leash pulled her from the chair.  Turning away from the workbench, She was forced to follow him across the room, to one of the side walls.

He then grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her around and pushed her up against the wall. Sliding His hands down her arms, He grasped both leather cuffs and clipped them together. The other end of the clip he used, he attached to the end of a rope that was hanging over The slave’s shoulder.

The rope was run though a pully above The slave and the other end ran to an electric wench.    Activating the wench caused her arms to slowly raise above her and began to pull on her wrists.  She had to get on the toes of her sneakers to keep her weight off her wrists and arms.

Happily grunting to himself, The Man switched off the wench and got face to face with The slave.   He then gripped her chin and turned her head from side to side, looking her over.   As she was forced to look to her left, He leaned further in and ran his tongue over her ear and deep inside.

She tried not to move as He explored her, but she needed to move her legs to keep on her toes.   Keeping her head turned to the side, she felt His other hand run down her torso.   First over one breast then the other, grasping and twisting each one in turn. 

Then the hand slid down her belly, which ended with a short jab of His fingers.    This caused The slave’s breath to explode from her mouth.  

When she caught her breath, she begged of him “Please Sir, tell me what you wish of me.”

This only caused The Man to grunt laugh again.  Letting go of her jaw, He shifted his hands to her the top of her jeans.   The Slave knew what was coming next and shut her eyes, even while not facing Him.

But she could feel him undoing her jeans.   First the button and then the zipper being pulled down.   The Man then took hold of the jeans on either hip and ripped the jeans down to her knees. 

The slave began to whimper as he made sure the panties followed the jeans down.   The man began to chuckle and brought his hands up to his own face.    After spitting on each one, He stepped close to her and jammed one in her vagina and the other across her mouth.

“This is the only thing that matters,” He told her, shoving her fingers inside. “This cunt is now mine.   I own it.   The rest of you is nothing more than life support for this.”  To give emphasis to His words, The Man tightly gripped her cunt and twisted.

“Your name is now Cunt.” He told her.

(Before you read this story you may wish to view a trigger warning Here)

The slave sat at the airport restaurant with her bag next to her feet.   There wasn’t much in it, as the man had told her she wouldn’t need much.   Just some personal care things and a couple of her favorite toys.   He said he would take care of everything else.

She glanced herself over again, wanting to make sure everything was in order.   Her loose fitting blouse was the same color as her hair: reddish brown.   Her jeans were snug, so much so that she was sure her panties were showing through them.   She was surprised when he said he didn’t care if she wore them or not.  All the others told her not to wear any.

She had been sitting there awhile, thinking things over.  Their talks online and his coming out to Raleigh and meeting her face to face.  My God, she thought to herself, He was so confident and his eyes were so hard.   Maybe too hard, she said to herself again.

Looking down at her cell phone, to see if she missed a text from him, she wondered where He was.   She had flown out from the east coast to the middle of America to meet this Man on his home ground.   Did I make a mistake, she asked herself.   Was He not going to show up?

She looked around the room and started to panic.   Slumping down, she put the cell in her lap and logged on the website they met at.   Nope, no messages there either.

“Sit up straight.   You look like a slob like that.” A voice told her, very sternly.  

The Slave’s head snapped up and there He was, right in front of her.   The Man had somehow seated himself at her table without making a sound.   She sat upright as fast as she could, back barely touching the cushion of her chair. 

“Hello Sir!  I’m sorry for not sitting properly.  It won’t happen again.” She told him, as she tried to make herself as presentable as she could.

“Quiet.   When I want to hear from you, I will tell you.”  He sternly replied. 

Reaching into his inner coat pocket, The Man pulled out three objects and set them on the table in front of her one at a time: a car key with a small tag attached to it, a hotel room card, and a small packet of papers.

“This is your last chance to back out.” He told her.  Picking up the card and showing it to her, “This is room at the hotel next door.  It is paid for.”  Next He showed her the packet, “The room has been paid and you can stay for 3 days.  This also has a return plane ticket to home.”

Setting the packet back on the table, his forefinger then tapped the car key.  “This,” He told her as His eyes never left hers, “is a key to a cargo van at the back of the parking lot.  You will use it to unlock the back door and climb inside.   There you will find a crate inside and in that will be a set of handcuffs. You will put them on and kneel beside the crate until I come out.  Leave your bag here.”

“Choose now.”

The slave blinked at Him and then at the three objects on the table.   Slowing reaching out her hand toward the card, she found herself suddenly darting towards the car key.   Picking it up, she seemed to be floating as she rose from the table and headed for the door of the restaurant.

The Van was parked where He said it would be, with the rear facing away from the restaurant.  Walking to the back, she found the key did indeed fit the lock and she could open the door.   Still standing outside, she could see in to look the interior over.  

There was the crate He mentioned.   It was like a rather large dog kennel, but much sturdier.   It was constructed of heavy duty plastic and had a large metal grate for the front door.   On top, she noticed a rugged padlock.

With a sigh, The slave climbed in the van and then reached back to shut the door.   The roof of the van was not very tall, so she had to crawl to the crate.   When she got to it, she undid the latch and reached inside.   There she found the handcuffs.

They were ordinary police handcuffs.   The kind she saw on cop shows all the time.   The slave had seen them used on various scenes down at the club, but never used any herself.    Looking over the cuffs, she moved her eyes to her wrist.  First one then the other.

She sighed again and snapped one cuff around her left wrist.  The ratcheting sound seemed to echo within the van.    With a gulp, she put both hands behind her back and spent some minutes getting the other cuff on her right wrist.    When she finally got it locked, she knelt down beside the crate and closed her eyes.   Waiting.

It what seemed forever to her, The slave heard footsteps outside the van.   Then the sound of one of the front doors opened and a thump of something hitting one of the seats.   The door slammed shut and the footsteps returned.

Behind her, the sound of the back door opened, and the van shifted as someone got in with her.   Suddenly The slave’s head snapped back, as a hand had grabbed her hair and pulled hard.

“When I tell you to do something, do it right!” His voice growled in her ear.  Her head was thrown forward and she fell down to the floor of the van.  She then felt His hand wrap themselves around her wrists and the pressure of the cuffs increased.

She was trying to tell Him how sorry she was when the air was forced from her by His body laying on top of her.  Trying to catch her breath, her head snapped back again, and his voice was saying “Now get it that crate before we have some real problems.”

Turning her head, she again looked at the crate and tears started to drip from the corners.  “Yes Sir” The slave whispered and felt His weight disappear from her body.    She inched herself as fast as she could toward the crate.  

Pushing with her still free legs, she managed to get in up to her waist.   That was when she felt His foot on her butt and pushed her in further. Shifting to her back, she bent her knees until she could feel all of her in her the crate.

She shuttered when she could hear Him click the padlock on the grate behind her.   

As many of you who follow my writings on here know, I like to create stories that celebrate various aspects of the D/s Lifestyle.   

In most cases, they show how there can be loving connections of horrendous acts that attract us and can repel us at the same time.    But I do try to show, at the end, these are acts of a consensual nature.  Participants engage in knowing what is going to happen by the time the story ends.

However, the next story is going to be something different.     While it will be consensual in nature, it is going to be very different in what I usually put out.   

It won't be for everyone.    But, it is going to show a different  side of the lifestyle, something a little more violent.

I'm not going completely off the rails, but some may find it adverse.   

You have been warned. 

when the power has been out for 14 hours?

Apparently, go get some ☕ and little chocolate  🍩s, then sit back to see how many people will read a throw off post.

Got'cha!

So the project is completed!  

It's been through a stress test, after full completion and seems to work very well.

The main problem is it has a cosmetic flaw to it:

But I have already found a workaround and will apply that to future builds

Such as the Stainless Steel handle I am already got in my head.

The Subject laid there, as best as she could, trying to catch her breath.

Even with her ass up in the air and her bowel filled with a still warm liquid, her hands down by her feet, and a leash tied to a collar around her neck and then to a spreader bar between her ankles, she felt like a two gallon puddled in a one gallon pohole.

And having an ice cold speculum holding her pussy open and touched off with an electric wand didn't help.

As her breathing quieted down, she could feel The Man's hand stroke her hair and mermer into hear ear.  Focusing enough to listen to his words, she heard Him trying to get her to do something.  "....didn't want to do that...."  His voice was getting clearer.

"But my employers do need that code. I don't want to hurt you, but you are just being stubborn.  Why not give me the code and we can end all this. "  He told her while continuing to stroke her hair.  "You do want this to be over don't you?    You don't want to continue to suffer like this."

The Subject moaned slightly and tried to shake her head.   She didn't want to give in.  She didn't want The Man to win.  Most of all, she didn't want Him to win.   No matter what she had to take,  He couldn't win.

Sighing heavily, The Man gave her a final pat on the head and once again trailed his hand down her to her ass.   This He gave a firm slap, causing the the tube leading to anus to shake.   Then all at once, she felt the pressure of the speculum suddenly ease and the evil thing removed from her cunt. 

She relaxed as much as she could.  At least some of the pressure was gone, she thought.    Then she heard a familiar buzzing sound and felt a vibration on the inside of her left leg.   "Perhaps the pain is not something you fear then.   How do you feel about pleasure?"   He taunted her, as the vibration moved to inbetween her legs.

"Oh God, No!  Please No!"  She pleaded to herself.   "Please not now!  Please, please, PLEASE!"   But outwardly, she let no sound escape her mouth, as the head of the magic wand moved up and down the lips of her vulva.   The Subject tried to move away from the wand, by she could not get far, trussed up as she was. 

"There, there now." The man cooed to her.  "This isn't going to hurt you one bit."

Her breathing began to get heavy again.  She tried to slow it, to fight off the coming orgasum.  But the feeling was too great!   A few more seconds and she would explode in the bright lights and release!   "I've lost" she almost to herself.

Then the vibration withdrew....

"Oh God, not that!  NOT THAT!"  The Subject screamed in her head!

After a minute, the vibration returned.  Up and down each lip.  Around and over her clit.    The sinsation never centered.   It was always moving her vulva.   Then The Man would run it over her ass cheeks and around the plug filled anus.  While He did this, He would run the fingers of his other hand over her pussy, often making "yum yum" sounds while licking his fingers in-between strokes.

But always as she was about to cum, he would stop.   The subject lost count of times she was about to cross over because of that.    Her tears began to flow again.

"Please, no more!  I can't take it anymore!" She begged of him.   The vibration finally centered on her clit.   Then there was a slap on her ass.  "What," He started, "is the code?  Only he punctuated each word with a harder and harder slap on her ass!

"4132" The subject told him and began to cry again.  She lost and now she was going to get her reward.

"NOW!"  The Man screamed at her!

Her body shook as her orgasum overcame her.    Muscles clenched and a great sensation of pure heaven flooded her body.  All the tension escaped her and her consciousness faded....

When she awoke, she was freed from spreader bar and cuffs.   Her arms were laying curled up under her head and she discovered herself covered in a warm blanket.   Her eyes fluttered open and found her Master looking at her with some concern.  

"Hi," she whispered to Him.

"Hi back" He returned, "You put up a fight this time."

"Almost.  But you still won." 

Her Master smiled and leaned down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Just one thing though,"  She said as she blinked her shining orbs at him.

"Yes, My Love?"

"Could you take this fucking tube out of my asshole so I can take a dump somewhere?" 

∼Fin∼

I've been having the creative itch again. 

While talking about the different kinds of leather I have in my flogger collection currently, I  thought it might be nice to have a Moose hide one.    So, instead of buying one, I thought I would see if I was skilled enough to make one of my own.

I ordered some tobacco colored leather from a place in  Washington State and this is what they sent me:

 I cut some of that into half inch wide stips, 12 inches long.  For a handle, I went back to the copper piece I used for my self bondage idea (which really didn't work out but I'm still doing some thinking on that).   Then I glued the strips into the inside of the tube:

(That's 13 Falls)

The ends I am going to cap with rubber leg tips: One drilled out for the falls to pass through and the other I decorated with a drawer pull and leather lace for a loop.   

So now I have all 26 falls glued in and waiting for it to cure to see if I can get the top cap on.   As thin as the leather was, it turned out to fill the top of the tube almost full:

(13 Falls)

(26 Falls)

I am now waiting for the glue (Shoe Glue) to fully cure before I put the caps on.     Then the testing will start to see if the adhesive holds the falls under stress.    I just hope it works and then I will have to test it out on a live target.

(looks like Cousin It from the Addams Family)

The Subject cried in her humiliation.

It wasn't the fact she was trussed up with her legs locked by a spreader bar or her hands cuffed together down by her ankles, or even the fact her ass was forced up in the air to be filled by a warm fluid.   Not even the wet sound of The Man's hand being pulled from her soaking pussy seemed to pass to her mind.

It was admitting she was a nasty cunt to Him.

And that she craved it.

The Man walked around the exam table and leaned down to her, so he could look her straight in the eye.   Reaching out to grasp her jaw with the juice covered glove, he said to her "See?  I knew we could have a meeting of the minds.    While you really didn't give me what I wanted, you admitted what you really are: A wanton little slut.   I think you are enjoying this more than me."

He gave her jaw a final shake and wiped the goo from his glove on her cheek and forehead.   Turning his back on her, He pulled off the glove and tossed it on the floor.    Then she saw him walk back to the wheeled cart and open a round container on a tray.    The Subject heard a familiar crunch as he stuck His hand into the container and pull out a medical speculum.  

Her eyes widened, not so much at the speculum itself. But at the piese of ice that fell out of the container when he pulled it out.

She tried to get off the table, but all she could manage was a wiggle.   Her ass shook the tube that ran from it to the enema bottle hanging from the IV pole.    The wiggling caused the fluid in her bowel to increase the pressure.    The fear only increased her embarshment.  

The man walked back the table and leaned down once again.   Holding the metal speculum up, working the handle, He told her "Since I didn't find anything up there by feel, I'm going to have to take a look.   A close look."    

The subject slammed her eyes shut, trying to prepare for what was to come.   She could hear His steps as He went back to the end of the table.    Then suddenly she felt the cold as he plunged the instrument into her twat. She felt as it if someone opened a door to the artic.     Her body shivered from the cold, which again made the pressure in her bowels increase more.

"Let's see what we can find, huh?"  He told her as he worked the handle of the speculum.  She felt the cold wings of the tool open her up.  He was sloooooooowly working the handle, as if her twat was fragile and he needed to be careful.  Each pump seemed to make the cold even worse.

When He finally stopped, the pressure on her twat was enormous!  The Subject didn't know she could be opened that far.  "My god," she thought, "Is he going to stick his whole hand up there??"

The Man pattered her on the ass and then ran His hand down her back and across her spine.    When he got to her neck, he suddenly grabbed her hair close to her scalp and pulled her head up.    He shook her so she would focus on him and then reached his other hand into a pocket of his lab coat.

"Now, we are going to have to get a bit serious."  He told her.  "I think you should tell me what that code is before things get beyond what you can handle.   What is the code?"

The Subject clamped her mouth closed and shook her head.   The Man sighed and pulled his hand from the pocket and showed was was there to her.   It was a small wand of some sort, that gave a small buzzing sound when He triggered it.

"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"  He asked her with a slight frown.   Again she clamped her mouth and shook her head.

"Ok," He replied and touched the wand to the table top.

She felt a slight tingle going from the table to her body.   From her shoulders to her tits to arms and all down her body, the sensation seemed to travel from head to foot.    It wasn't painful but still it was there.

Letting go of her head, The Man walked once again to the other end of the table.  "Guess I will have to up the voltage a few notches" He remarked, as he turned a control on the wand.   "Are you sure you don't want to tell me the code?"

Before she had a chance to make any kind of reply, there was an explosion of pain from her vagina. A biting pain.   The pain of electricity. 

The Subject screamed and then cried again.

The Subject attempted to clench her ass cheeks, to keep the plug from going in.

She could feel The Man's hands separating them, slowly, and she fought as hard as she could.   His cold, rubber gloves pull against her strength.   But try as she might, her ass opened up for Him, revealing her anus.  "Oh there's a pretty sight!" she heard as she felt a slight probing.   "I bet you do a great deal of ass fucking, don't you?"

The Man poked at her hole with a thumb.  First circling the anus and then slowly sliding it in.  "So smooth, so easy..." He exclaimed, plunging the thumb in to the base of his hand.   Moving the digit up and down, side to side, he acted as if he was fishing for something. 

The Subject wiggled as much as she could, trying to escape the man's touch.   The problem was she could not move much, being cuffed up in a face down, ass up position.   She was pinned and unable to make any move away from Him.

"Please, please don't!   I don't know what you are wanting!   Why are you doing this to me?"  She pleaded at Him.  But her words went unheeded.   She felt him pull his thumb out of her ass and then replace it with the plug he had in his other hand.  The snap of His glove coming off came to her ears with Him saying "I just wanted to see if there was a flash drive up there.   But now I'm going to give you a wash to see if it is up there further."

Suddenly a warm feeling filled her rectum.  She gasped as the feeling of the liquid spread further into her body. "Don't worry," He said, "Nothing harmful.  Just some water with a little additive to relax you.   Really it should make you feel a bit euphoric." 

Her breathing increase as she tried to struggle against the warmth and the giddiness that started to overcome her.   The Subject's body started to relax against her will.   Slowly her muscles unclinched and even being forced into the position she was in didn't feel so bad.

"There we go, " The Man said. "Let's see if we can't relax you some more."  

She felt one his his glove covered hands slip between her legs.    It just rubbed against her vula.  Slowly, back and forth, back and forth.     First it hurt, as the latex pulled at her skin.   But as the strokes became longer and firmer, the stokes became silkier, as her juices started to drip.

"Oh my!  You are a wanton little cunt, aren't you?   You like this, don't you?"

The Subject clinched her eyes shut and bit her lip, trying to keep the growing moans locked inside.   She tried to will her body not to respond to his touch, but it would not listen.   Her genitals seemed to beg more for his touch, instead of retreating.  It was all she could do to keep it engulfing his hand.

The Man stopped his stroking to ease his thumb and forefinger between her lips and separate them, moving them up and down the inside.   This only made the juice flow to increase.   With a sudden plunge,  The Man drilled his forefinger deep inside The Subject.

A moan escaped her mouth and again when he added a second finger to the first.   "Tell me what kind of slut you are," He demanded of her, as he worked his fingers in and out of her.   First the two and then added his ring finger to the action.

She wanted to shake her head but she couldn't.   She wanted to bite her tongue but if she undid her jaws, the moans would escape again.   She fought off her orgasum as much as she could.   

The plunging and retreating was moving faster and faster.   The fingers (was it four now?) seemed to drilling deeper and deeper inside!  "Either tell me the code or tell me what a nasty little cunt you are!"

 The Subject could no longer stand it.    Her mouth seemed to have it own mind when it opened and said:

"I'm a nasty, nasty little cunt!" 

The Subject couldn't move.  

She was immobilized on a stainless steel exam table, face down and her arm cuffed together and forced though her legs.   This made her ass to stick up high in the air.   She couldn't because a leash ran from a collar around to neck to a spreader bar between her ankles.   

To make things worse, the medical gown she was was wearing was sliding down her back, towards her head.   The cold air in the exam room chilled her ass and vigaina as they were bared for anyone to see.   

The only thing The Subject could see, was part of one wall and a rolling cart holding a few items she could not quite make out.  But she could feel The Man's hand running up her right leg and then patting her on the ass.  She shuttered, not only from the cold of the room, but from the touch.

"There." His voice came to her. "That will keep you from getting into trouble for a bit."  He moved to her head and leaned down so she could see Him eye to eye. " Now is there anything you want to tell me before we begin?"  He grinned at her with a lear and patted her head.     

Turning his back on her, he walked over to the cart.  "My Employers want a simple four digit code.   Password, combination,  something like that."   As he spoke to her, all she could see was his back and hands as he examined various things from the cart, holding them up to the light. "Really, it makes no difference to me.   They get the code, I get to have fun. "   The man turned to look at The Subject and said "You.  You get to experience something really interesting...."

She closed her eyes and wished she could do something.   Get away, fight back...something.  But here she was trussed up like a thanksgiving turkey ready to go in the oven.   "Please let me go!  Please!  I don't know anything!" The Subject croaked out as best she could.  "I don't know what code you are talking about!"

The man sighed heavily.   "If that is the way you wish to go, then I will have to start the fun."   She snapped her eye open to see Him rolling an IV pole next to the table.    Hanging from it was red rubber bag that had a tube attached to it.    When he got to the table, he leaned down and held a black plug to her eye.  "But first a little cleansing. "