Kinky stories

I woke up later and spent several seconds accessing my body and my situation. I was on my back on the bed. There were no ropes on me. The only restraint was a pair of handcuffs keeping my wrists behind my back. I looked down at my penis. It was soft and sore, but it would be fine. The tape gag had been removed and thankfully there was nothing in my mouth.

As quietly as I could, I wiggled off of the bed. I quietly moved over to the dresser trying not to alert her that I was awake. I reached around and used my cuffed hands to open the dresser drawer and I gazed at what she had. I was looking for the handcuff key so I could get outta there.

‘Admiring my collection?’ she said as she entered the room. I turned and faced her and shook my head no. She had removed her shorts and had adorned a plastic strap-on. It looked about 8 inches long. She was not wearing any anything else.

‘What are you planning to do with that?’ I asked.

‘What this?’ she said coyly with a gesture toward her strap on. She began walking towards me. ‘I’m going to do whatever I want.’

The thought sent a shiver through my body. I hope you not going to stick it in my ass.’

She moved to the dresser and started rummaging through the drawer. ‘Have you never been pegged before?’

‘No. I never had anything in my assho-‘

My sentence was cut short when she stuffed a ballgag in my mouth. She immediately got the straps together and tightened it around my head. I tried to talk and move the gag around, but it was too tight. She pushed me back onto bed.

She looked at my penis and said ‘You must like being my submissive, you are starting to get hard again.’ I looked down and she was right. I was sporting at least half a chub and I could feel it growing. ‘We better get something on that before you get a full erection again.’

I shook my head no and made pleading noises through my gag as she went to her drawer and pulled out a stainless steel cock cage. It was small. It looked less then 2 inches long. I looked in terror as she put the keychain around her neck and unlocked the device.

She moved over and knelt beside me on the bed. She slid the metal ring over my penis, popped my balls through one at time and left the ring securely around my scrotum. Next she lubed me up and tried to fit my penis inside the cage. She was as gentle as she could be, at first. Then she began trying to cram it in. This caused a great deal of discomfort. It wouldn’t fit because I was already erect.

‘I was afraid of that. Let’s try something.’ She went back to her drawer and found a dog collar. She came back over to me and put it around my neck. She also hooked a leash up to the collar. She stood up and pulled me up with the leash so I was sitting up. She kept pulling on the leash until I was standing right in front of her. She had total control over me.

She led me to her door. She removed some clothes from a hook that was over the door and wrapped my leash around it. I wasn’t choking, but with my hands cuffed behind my back, I wasn’t going anywhere. I hadn’t been able to swallow with the ballgag in my mouth, and a little bit of drool involuntarily came out and fell on the floor. She noticed the drool and smiled.

She reached down and grabbed my penis, which still had the metal ring attached at the base. ‘I’m leaving you here for 10 minutes while I look at my phone. That cage is going on your cock one way or another, so I suggest you get soft in those 10 minutes.’

I looked at her and nodded then she left. I stood there naked, handcuffed, collared and gagged trying to not be aroused.

I couldn’t breathe. She wiggled around until my nose was buried deep between her cheeks. Then I felt something. I could feel her squirt warming lube on my penis. Then she squirted some in her hand and rubbed her hands together. The lube felt good and I could feel it heating up. She started stroking my cock up and down.

She stopped and raised up. She allowed me to regain my breath as she rubbed her feet with the excess lube on her hands. She looked back and smiled at me as she lowered her ass back onto my face. She lifted her legs and put her full weight on me. It hurt but also felt good.

Suddenly, I could feel her foot on my penis. Rubbing and pushing on it. Then I felt her left foot grip the tip of my penis with her toes. She spread her big and second toe wide on her right foot and placed my shaft between them. Then she started moving her foot up and down. Faster and faster. Just when I was about to cum she released me.

She placed her hands on the bed beside my head and raised herself up so her ass was hovering above my face. Without looking at me she said ‘I can make you cum over and over again. All you have to do is submit to me. If you submit, raise your head into my ass and I will let you cum.’ I pondered the decision while I regained my breath.

I was aching with desire. I wanted release. It felt so good. She knew what she was doing and it felt great. However, I was man. A dominant man. I didn’t submit to anyone. I layed motionless refusing to bury my face in her ass.

She turned herself around so she was facing me. Her knees were straddling my neck. She looked genuinely sad for a moment. ‘You are a stubborn one. Usually the promise of release gets guys to do whatever I say, and I was looking forward to licking up your huge load. Oh well. I have other ideas. If promising relief doesn’t work, let’s see if not allowing you to cum changes your stubborn attitude.’

Again she pulled the chloroform rag from her pocket. She placed it over my nose. I tried to hold my breath, but eventually took a whiff of the substance. She just smiled, and as I lost consciousness, I wondered how I would look when I woke up.

She smiled a sultry smile, looked at me and said ‘Good boy. You are learning.’ 

She got up on the bed again and stood over my head. She feel back and landed her butt on my stomach. She giggled a little when I let out a painful moan. I immediately felt her place her foot on my face. She used the big toe and 2nd toe on one foot to close my nostrils. I couldn’t breathe but I did not make a fuss.

I layed still and silent. She eventually released my nose. I breathed in a large amount of air, then I felt both of her feet resting on my face. ‘Lie still while I use your face to paint my toenails, or else. This will take about 5 minutes’.

I layed motionless. Her feet were a little sweaty and smelled terrible but I dared not move again. I could fell her moving and I could smell the nail polish. When she was done she moved her feet under my chin. ‘Look at my pretty nails. Don’t they look good’? 

I didn’t give an affirmative or negatory response. I just started at her. She moved her feet up on my face, closing my nose between her heels and resting her soles over my eyes. She also reached her hand behind her, found the shaft of my erect penis, and squeezed. 

When I ran out of air I started to squirm. She squeezed my penis harder and kept her heels on my nose. For a long time. I felt like I was going to black out. Finally she relented. She moved her feet and let oxygen back into my nose. But she kept her grip on my penis and even gave it a few sharp yanks. I moaned through my gag as I caught my breath. It hurt, but it also felt good.

Still griping my penis she leaned forward. ‘Answer my question. Don’t my nails look good?’ I looked down and saw her toes wiggling beneath my chin. I looked back up at her and nodded. 

She smiled at me, said thanks, and let go of my penis. Then she scooted up towards my head. She stood up above me and turned around. She lowered herself and got on her knees so she was straddling my neck. 

Her ass was above my face. Through her shorts, I could see the outline of her perfect butt checks.  Suddenly, without warning she lowered herself down and sat on my face. 

She stood up. Her feet were on the bed beside each side of my face. She towered over me and looked down at me and smiled. She raised her right foot and set it upon the left side of my face. I flinched and wiggled it off. A look of sadness appeared on her face.

She got down off the bed and got something out of her dresser. She was at the foot of the bed and I could see a crop in her hand. ‘This is for rejecting my foot’. 

I wondered what she would do, and a jolt of fear went through my body. Suddenly I felt a smack on my left thigh with the crop. It really hurt and I screamed in pain into my gag. It stung and I wanted to rub it, but I couldn’t of course. 

She got back up on the bed, in the same position, standing over my head. This time she lifted her left foot and placed in on the right side  of my face. Out of instinct, I flinched and wiggled her foot off. She climbed down off the bed again, and I let out an involuntary sigh and a bit of a whimper. I knew what was coming. 

She touched my penis with the crop. ‘Good you are still hard’ she said. Then she smacked the inside of my right thigh with the crop. It was harder than before. I wrenched and screamed into my gag. 

Then she crawled up on the bed and snuggled against me. She whispered in my ear, ‘Are you going to behave yourself now? Mistress is going to paint her toenails and I need a place to put my feet. Can I put my feet on your face?’

She was holding the crop, and I could tell she wasn’t really asking for permission. I thought about the pain a third swat would bring, and where it might happen. I didn’t want her gross feet on my face but I didn’t want the crop again. I shook my head signaling an apathetic and relenting ‘yes’. 

I woke up groggily and tried to move my hands but I couldn’t. My arms were stretched out wide and my wrists were tied up to the bedposts.

I immediately felt a rush of fear and helplessness. I looked around and saw that I was on my back on a bed. My legs had been bent and frog tied tightly with a rope than went around my thighs pinning my ankles to the back of my thighs. It was impossible for me to stretch out my legs. To make matters worse, ropes were tied around my knees and forced my legs outward toward the sides of the bed. I was completely exposed. My flaccid penis hanging and dangling there. I was alone and naked.

I began struggling against the ropes, to no avail. I called out for help. but all that did was alert my captor that I had regained consciousness.

She walked in the room. She had removed her bra and her breasts were exposed, but she was still wearing the tight shorts. She climbed on the bed and began to rub my cock. I tried not to get an erection but I did. When I was erect she popped it in her mouth and began sucking and going up and down. It was the greatest blowjob i ever had. I let out a moan. She stopped suddenly and started giving me a handjob.

She brought to the edge then she said ‘I’ll let you cum if you submit to me.’

I looked at her and said ‘I don’t think so, Bitch’.

She stopped, leaving me to writhe in overstimulation. ‘Too bad’ she said ‘I was looking forward to seeing how big your load was’. You won’t cum until you verbally submit to me. And since you aren’t ready and I cant have you screaming I have to gag you.’

I watched her walk over to her dresser and remove a sock. She walked back over to me. ‘This is going on your mouth the easy way or the hard way’.

I clinched my teeth shut and talked through my teeth ‘I won’t make it easy for you.’

She replied ‘I know’ then she put the sock up against my teeth and pushed but I was strong and didn’t open. She grabbed my nipple and began squeezing and twisting it. It hurt but I didn’t open.

So she moved down the bed and grabbed one of my testicles and started squeezing it. It was the worst pain I had ever felt. ‘Stop’ i screamed.

She stopped and started squeezing my other testicle. I held my breath and tried to ignore the pain, but I finally screamed in pain. When I did she rushed up and stuffed the sock in my mouth. Before I could spit it out she put a strip of duct tape over my lips.

Then she took out a roll of duct tape, put it over the other strip on my mouth, and wrapped it around my head several times. I couldn’t make a sound and I couldn’t move.

She grabbed my chin and kissed the duct tape over my lips. ‘Now you can’t move or say no. Or call me a bitch. You are the bitch, bitch.’

I showed up at her apartment ready for some fun. I had my goodies in a duffle bag. I knocked on her door and stood in anticipation on her front porch. She opened the door and stood confidently in the doorway wearing only short shorts and a lace bra.

‘Welcome. Please come in.’ She said sweetly.

‘Thank you.’ I said as I walked into her foyer. ‘You look amazing! Even better than your pictures. I’m really looking forward to tonight.’

‘What’s in the bag?’ she asked.

‘Mostly rope and and a few surprises.’ I replied.

She looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. ‘That’s very thoughtful, but I have my own rope.’ 

‘You want me to tie you up with your rope? I’d prefer to use mine, but I’ll give your’s a try.’

She smiled. ‘You’re confused. You will be the only one getting tied up. You’re going to be my submissive little good boy tonight.’ 

‘I don’t submit. I dominate.’ I said sternly.

She walked slowly towards me and pressed her body against mine. She started gently kissing and nibbling my neck. It felt so good. She worked her way up to my ear and as she subtly bit and licked my earlobe I momentarily forgot where I was. Then suddenly she grabbed my hair tightly and whispered, ‘You’ll submit to me.’

She kneed me in the balls very hard. I screamed and fell to my knees clutching my testicles and trying to catch my breath. The pain was immense. She momentarily left the room and went into the kitchen. She returned about 15 seconds later. As she approached I noticed a rag hanging out of her waistband.

She quickly moved behind me and jumped on my back, wrapping her right arm around my neck and locking me in a choke hold. She leaned back and pulled me on top of her, then she wrapped her legs tightly around my torso. She was incredibly strong. I was struggling to get any air at all.

I could feel her move her head to the side of mine and she said emphatically, ‘You will submit to me.’

She loosened her grip slightly to allow me to respond. ‘No, I will not.’ 

Then I heard her laugh gleefully and devilishly. She tightened her hold even even harder than before, completely cutting off my breathing. I grabbed at her right arm and tried with all my might to pry it from my neck. Finally I was successful and was able to get a few seconds of breath. I pulled on her arm again and was able to get a few more centimeters of freedom. I could feel her grip weakening and I was about to break her hold. 

But then she used her left hand to grab the cloth from her waistband and she pressed it firmly against my mouth and nose. I could smell the chloroform and knew I would be unconscious soon. My last thought was what kind of trouble I would be in when I woke up. I blacked out.