Tersely Pertinent

The man patted The Subject on the top of her head, as she continued to stare at the floor.  Turning his back on her, he walked to a corner of the room to fetch a stool stored there.      It made a loud screeching noise as he dragged it across the floor.   He placed it a short distance from her chair and made himself comfortable on it.

Pushing his glasses back in place, He spent some time reading what was on his clipboard.  The Subject didn't bother to look up, she ignored him as much as possible.  This went on for some minutes.    She began to notice how cold the room was.   Her skin was getting goose pimples and her body gave a slight shiver.

After a lengthy time, The Man let the clipboard fall to his lap, and he pulled his glasses slightly down so he could look at The Subject.  Speaking to the top of her head, He told her "My employers know who you are and who you work for.  It seems you have some information they wish to know.   What is not known, is whether you have it physically on you or simply inside your head.    So they have asked me to retrieve that information."

The Subject closed her eyes and remained silent.   A number of questions ran through her mind: How do they know that?  Who are they?  How did they get me here?   I can't tell them ANYTHING!!!

They sat together in the cold room.   The man staring at the top of her head, her trying to hug herself as best she could.  Seconds flowed into minutes and the minutes seemed like hours.

With a sigh, The Man got off the stool and set his clipboard on the seat.  "I thought that would be the case.   Seems I will have to do some digging.  That is ok.  We have plenty of time."  He then walked over to her chair and unhooked the leash from the arm. "Let's go over to the exam table.  Walking is fine, no need to crawl."

He tugged gently on the leash until she stood up, her head still down and led her over to the stainless steel topped table. Pulling out a small step stool from the pedestal, The Man patted the top and said  "Pleased to sit."

The Subject looked at the exam table, then at The Man and shook her head.  " Please don't make me use the collar.  We are going to get to know one another very well over the next few hours." He almost pleaded with her. "Sit please."

She looked at the table again and then sighed.  Giving in, she climbed up on the table and sat facing him, the leash dangling down her chest and between her legs.  He praised her with a "Such a good girl!" and started opening and closing drawers.  "Ah!  Here they are!"

Plunging a hand into one the drawer, He pulled out a set of brown leather cuffs.  These he set next to her on the table and then retrieved second set of slightly larger ones.   Putting those down with the first ones, The Man grasped one of The Subject's arms and began to examine her wrist.

He ran his thumb across the inside of her wrist and held it up to His eyes.  Turning over her hand, He did the same to the outside. "Perfect!  Simply outstanding!"  He told her, as he lifted one one of the smaller cuffs and fastened on her.   He then preformed the same operation on her other hand.

Backing up slightly, he lifted her left leg and placed her foot on his thigh.   Marveling at her well turned ankle, He grinned as He examined and looped one of the larger cuffs on her, repeating the actions with her other leg. The Man then stepped back up to her  placed his hand into the drawer more time.  This time he brought out a small padlock.  

Bringing both her hands together, he slid the the shank of the lock through the D rings on both wrist cuffs and closed the lock.

The click was very audible in the room.

"Now let's place you face down on the table, shall we?  Here, I'll help."  The Subject closed her eyes as she felt his hands turning her body so she could lie down without falling off the exam table. She could feel him stuff the leash between her arms and down to her legs.    Her breasts could feel the cold, cold table through the thin material of her gown.    When He was done arranging  her on the table, she found herself laying on her bound arms and feet as flat as they could, toes pointing straight behind her.  He had turned her head face the wall and one of eyes could see a tray of instruments on a rolling cart. 

"Very, very good, " He told her, patting her ass.  "I'm very proud of you behaving so well!"  While patting her ass again, she could hear him rattling around in the drawer again.   With a sudden slam, He moved his touch down her ass to her leg  as he moved down the table.   Reaching the end of the table, she felt Him do something to one ankle cuff then another.    Suddenly, she couldn't move her legs  together, or open them.

"There, that spreader bar will help keep you on place.    Now this will be a big uncomfortable."

There was a pulling on the leash.    At the same time, she felt her legs being pushed up towards her head.   The Subject had to choice but to make her body smaller by raising her ass in the air.  With another click, she found herself forced into the sexual position of Ass Up, Face Down.   

Then she heard the Man say "Now.  We can begin."

The subject awoke to find herself sitting in a chair.    As her eyes gained focus, she looked around to find herself in a small white room with white floor tiles.  They made her feet cold.   She then realized the reason her feet were cold was because she was barefooted.   Where were her shoes, she wondered, trying to gather her wits.

Her eyes went from her bare feet to her bare legs and saw the edge of a smock across her thighs.  She shifted her gaze to her chest and saw she was wearing a medical smock, the kind you had physical exams in when at the Doctor's office.   The subject jumped out of the chair she was sitting and twirled in a circle to see the back of the smock.

Then she suddenly got dizzy.   Staggering forward, while one hand held her head, in an effort to fight off the dizziness,  she found herself leaning against a solid object.  The subject blinked her eyes in an effort to clear them and then saw was she was leaning against.

It was a medical exam table.  Only it wasn't one she had ever seen in any doctor's office.    Yes, the pedestal was sorta like the regular one but it was all white with drawers.    The top of the exam table was shiny metal.    It was so polished that when The Subject looked down, she could see her mirrored image. 

"My God!", she thought to herself, "where am I?"  The Subject stared at her image as she ran her hands through her dark hair.  She watched her self slide them down her face and over her chin.   That is when she saw the black band around her neck.   Lifting her chin and lowering eyes, the table reflection showed her she was wearing a collar of some kind.

As The Subject was feeling the collar around her neck, trying to figure out how to get it off, she heard a click behind her and someone saying "Ah! Good, you are a wake!"   She turned around and saw a slightly balding man, somewhere around 50 or so, wearing a lab coat, grey slacks and black shoes.

"Good Morning, or Afternoon or Evening.  I can never tell anymore in this place." He told The Subject.   "Please to sit and we can get started. "  Using a clipboard in his hand to point her back to the chair she awakened in. 

"Where am I?  What is this place?  Who the hell are you?"  The subject rapid fired at the Man.   

"Tisk Tisk Tisk.  Such noise..." The Man replied while shaking his head so that his glasses slid half way down his nose.   He then reached a hand into a pocket on his coat. 

Suddenly, The Subject felt a shocking bite on her neck.   So great was the pain, it dove her down to her knees.   But it didn't last long.    When she cleared the tears from her eyes, she found the man standing above her.   Smiling down, He said "Very good!  You have learned your first lesson!   Let me help you to your chair!"  With that, He reached into his other pocket and brought out a chain leash with a snap on the end.   He attached the leash to The Subject's collar and walked in the direction of the chair.

The Subject was hesitant to follow him.   When she didn't move, the Man yanked hard on the leash, without looking back.  Very hard.   This made her pitch forward on her face.    Still without looking back, He asked her "Do you wish the pain again?"

The Subject shook her head, then realized He could not see her.  "No.." she whispered, then getting up on all fours.  "Good girl" The Man's voice came from over her shoulder.   Together they went across the floor, back to the chair.  He walking and her crawling.

When The Man got to the chair, he patted the seat and said "Sit".   The Subject climbed into the chair from the floor and seated herself.   She tried to make herself as small as she could, feet flat on the cold floor, knees together and arms folded in the pit her of stomach.   She could not bring herself to look at The Man, but watched his hands as he clipped the leash to a small hole in the arm of the chair.   

And then locked it into place.

His voice said "Now we can begin...."
 
 

If you use the word

Daddy

to me in an email

don't expect a reply

If you do it twice,

Don't get upset when you get

Blocked

Normally, I am musically disinclined.   It isn't that I don't like music, but it does not seem to speak to me as it does to other people.   I often find it distracting and prefer it to be in the background of what I am doing (working in the shop, driving, beating people with my BDSM toys).

However this song is fun!   Though I prefer to make a small change to what I have posted in the title 

As I pulled up my truck in front of the barn, there she was sitting on some hay bales.   She pretended to ignore me, looking down at her old, brown boots kicking up some dust.  That was ok, it gave me time to admire her there in the sun, wearing a black tank top and faded cut off jean shorts.

The cowgirl decided to give me a glance after I parked and got out.  Her brunette hair in a ponytail under her worn out straw hat bounced as she darted her crystal blue eye at me.   She held a piece of hay in her mouth with a slight frown when she told me “They ain’t here to show you the horses, Mister.”

I walked over to her and stared down at her.   She has been sweating with all the sun, hot in the sky behind me.   It made her skin glow.    Standing as I was, she had to squint to focus on me.  

“That right?”  I asked her and then squatted down to get my own piece of hay and flexed it between my fingers.   “You the only one here then?”

From this angle, I saw the sweat had also covered her bare legs, particularly her inner thighs.    I was close enough to inhale her scent.   The musk was intoxicating.

 “Yes Sir, Mister. They took off early this morning and didn’t say when they’d be back.  Guess you came out here for nutton.”  She told me as she went back to staring at her boots.  I stood up and asked her if they took the horses with her and she replied with she didn’t know.

“Well maybe we can look in the barn to see if they are still there” I said while waving my piece of straw in the general direction of the barn door.  She  glanced at the door and then back to me and back to the door.

“I recon’ we can” she sighed as she stood up and went to the door.    She struggled a bit to get it open and then walked inside. 

Following her in, I gave her backside a full looking over.    The sweat stuck the tank top to her back and she shook her ass so much it made the blue bandana hanging out of her pocket swing like a clock pendulum.    

Leaving the door open let the sun in to help light the cool, dark barn.   Glancing around, I could see it all looked like a set from Gunsmoke.   Support beams here and there.   Stalls set up for various animals.   Bales and loose straw everywhere.   There was even an old wagon wheel leaning up against the far wall.  Very rustic.

Walking by a support post, I picked up an old lariat that was hanging from a hook.  I coiled it up in my hands as she strode deeper into the barn.  “See?” the cowgirl told me, “There ain’t no horse here.  Ain’t no one attal but you and me.”

With that being said, I stepped quickly up to her back, grabbed her shoulders and spun her around.    Sliding my hands down her arms, I was able to grasp both wrists and tie them together before she could react.

“What the fuck are you…” the cowgirl started, but before she could finish I reached around to her ass and got the bandana and shoved it in her open mouth.   Then I tied it in with my own bandana, so she could not spit it out.

I then grabbed her ponytail and forced her to her knees in the dirt and straw.  After looking around the barn, I leered down at her and said “It does look like we have this place to ourselves, don’t it?”

Tears were beginning to form in the cowgirl’s eyes.   Her breathing got heavier and she looked like someone about ready to make a prayer, with her on her knees and hands held before her.    I walked away from her, all while holding the other end of the lariat in my hands.   

Looking around the barn again, I found just what I needed:  A solid looking hook about seven feet of the ground.    It was nailed into another support beam and had a bale right next to it.  

“Head’m up and move’m out” I said to the cowgirl as I gave the lariat a hard yank.   She pitched forward into the dirt and stretched out flat.  But she did get up again, deciding it was better to walk than be drug across the floor.    I led her over the beam and then let her stand there, while I got up on the haybale.

My end of the lariat want quickly through the hook and I jumped off the bale, pulling the rope along with me.   Of course this made her arms shoot up and slammed her into the post.   The cowgirl screamed from the sudden pain and the tears really began to fall.

Tying off the end of the lariat, I stepped back and admired my work.   She was hanging like a piece of meat, her cheek against the beam.   Seeing her hat had fallen when she hit the wood, I reached down and put it on my own head.   Then I patted her on the ass and said “Don’t go nowhere.  I’ll be right back.”  I turned to go but gave her a second thought and turned back.

Taking off each boot off of her, I tossed them in a corner.  “Can’t run off if you are barefoot, can ya?”  She attempted a reply but the gag kept it muffled.  I left her to hang there and toe dance, trying to keep her weight off her wrists.

Whistling an old country tune, I strode out the barn door and went back to my truck.   Inside the truck bed, under a tarp, was my toy bag.   It was filled with all kinds of interesting things.   I picked up my bag and headed back to the barn closing the door once I was back out of the sun.

The cowgirl was still there, her heels a good two inchs off the ground.  She turned her head to watch me approach her, eyes wide.   As I got closer, she tugged harder on the lariat, as if my knots were going to give under that kind of pressure.

I stood right next to her writhing body and grabbed her by her ponytail.  Dropping my toy bag at our feet, I leaned my head down to the side of her neck and inhaled her scent.   My hand pulled down on her hair and I grinned as her chin shot into the air.   Leaning in closer, I licked her sweat from the hollow of her throat to the tip of that chin.

The cowgirl’s tears dripped from her eyes and screams and pleadings failed to make themselves known through the stuffed bandana.  I whispered into her ear “Oh, are we going to have a grand ol time!  Just you and me, Darlin’.”

“Just you and me.”

Stepping back, I squatted down and opened the toy bag.   Out of it came my hunting knife.  Eight inches of very sharp carbon steel.   Handle wrapped in grip tape, in case things got wet.  Tossing the leather sheath back in the bag, I held the knife up to show the cowgirl as I slowly walked back to her.

Her screams ratchetted up a few notches and she shook her head back and forth as fast as she could!   I grinned again, running  back side of the tip up and her shirt front.   I swear I could hear her get “Please, Please!” out through the gag.  “Oh you are going to enjoy this, Darlin’”

I then spun around and stuck the knife up the back of her tank top.   The cloth parted with a loud tear, from the waist to the top.   I then slid the knife under each shoulder strap, pulled the handle towards me, and the ruined shirt fell to the ground.  

Her now bare back was marvelous!  Trickles of sweat ran down it, with her muscles taunt from having her arms tied above her.  A tramp stamp giving a glimpse of what lay under her cutoffs.  Oh, how her pale shin shined in the shadowy light.

I began to become erect from the sight and smell.    But not yet, I told myself.   There is still so much to do…..

Grabbing her ponytail in a double handful, I whipped her head to the left and then sank the knife into the beam next to her nose.  Placing my lips next to her ear, I whispered to her “Don’t…..move.”

Back to the toy bag, I retrieved my favorite flogger.   Grey elk leather falls worked into a black wooden handle.   It knew many a workout.    It was seasoned from beatings  of lore.    But not like this one, I told myself.  Oh no, not like this.

The cowgirl flinched when I simply touched the falls to her skin.  They rubbed up and down her spine and across shoulders and hips.   She dipped her head through her arms, and I would be damned if she didn’t widen her stance.  

Oh how I smiled!

I stepped back a proper distance and started with my wrist.   Working from shoulder blade to shoulder blade, I danced the falls across her skin.    Up and down the spine the leather tips left their marks, as my elbow took over the job.

The blows came harder.   The falls no longer dancing but striking like cobra.  I would see the cowgirl bracing for each hit, her toes clenching in the dirt.  Her arms pulling at the lariat to help brace herself.

Tossing the flogger on my shoulder, I went back to her side and, again, grasped her hair.    “You are a tough little cunt, aren’t you Darlin’.  Let’s see how tough…”   My other hand yanked the knife out of the beam and found it’s way in between her legs.    A quick flick of the wrist parted the denim and her cut offs were now a skirt.

Thrusting the knife back into the beam, I used both hands to yank up the torn shorts up the trunk of her body.      Her now uncovered ass quivered before me.  I could see her muscles vibrating from the strain of standing on her toes for so long.

I ran my hand lightly over her ass, as if to sooth the strain.   Over her ink and down each cheek.    My fingers slowing working their way down and finding her pussy.   I could not believe the amount of wetness I discovered there.

“You like this, don’t you cunt.   You are a wonton minx!”  Using my other hand, I pulled the gag from her mouth as I shoved my fingers deeper into her pussy.

“Oh god, yes…” she moaned, as I put three fingers into her.  

“Tell me what a nasty little bitch you are, cunt”  I ordered her.

“I’m a nasty bitch!   Please, Please, PLEASE fuck me!  Oh GOD PLEASE”

Her juices flowed from her twat, as I plunged my fingers over and over and over into her.   Each thrust harder than the one before and faster til my arm was about ready to give out.

Pulling down on her ponytail made her sobs and moans bounce off the roof of the barn, until they seemed to be coming from everywhere.    She was breathing so hard she could barely get out her words:

“Master!   Master!   May I cum?   Please Master!   PLEASE”

With a final thrust and yanking of her hair, I told her yes.

The cowgirl let forth such a howl from her orgasum that the rafters seemed to shake and shutter.     Her entire body vibrated, and she pulled so hard on the lariat, that she lifted herself off the ground.    As my hand left her pussy, a waterfall of her juice cascaded to make a puddle in the dirt.

Then with a suddenness I have never seen before, she went slack.   I had to jump up to support her body, so the fall would not harm her arms.   I quickly grabbed the knife and cut the rope, so I could lower her to the ground.  

We collapsed into a pile in the dirt and straw.   Her head resting on my chest and her still bound wrists in my lap.    After a time, her eyes fluttered open and she looked dreamily at me.

“Thank you, Master” she whispered to me while she caressed my cheek with both hands.  “You are so wonderful”

I smiled back at her and told her she was too.  

“Now let’s get you rested and cleaned up.  We only rented this place for two hours.”

∼Fin∼

You never should let me be by 

Myself

Now I have to go Kidnap Someone

But she was my wife and I made her lick it off afterwards anyway

  So my latest endeavor comes from talking with a submissive on here about self bondage.   Mostly my interest in the subject comes from the idea of binding up a submissive and then leaving the alone to get themselves out of it (Yes safety police, I would keep them under observation via cam). 

From my research, there was a number of ways to do it using melting ice as a release trigger.   After looking at a few of them, I thought I could build one one of my own.   So using some left over parts from other projects, and buying a few new ones, I came up with this:

   1 Inch copper tube for the body, 1 1/8th rubber leg tips, stainless steel eyebolts with a steel rubber backed washer.

  One assembled, it was filled with tap water.   I was rather surprised and found no leaks and placed the device in the freezer for two days (probably overly long but the 4th was a busy day).  This morning I got it out and hung it up in my work shop with a bucket below to hopefully everything when the ice gave out:

  18 minutes and 55 seconds later:

  Now the timing is with 5 lbs of constant downwards pressure.   A submissive will create more force but not constantly.   So the timing will most probably longer.   How long, I am not sure.    It will take a testor to figure that out.       I am currently thinking also of trying it with some plastic tubing to see if that will increase the time bound, as the copper is a great heat transfer.