“I’ve noticed that you have quite the potty mouth when you are upset, Natalie.”
“I… I… sometimes words slip out that I wouldn’t normally use.”
“Next time you call me a prick, I want you to remember to call me Sir Prick, or ideally Master Prick! If you don’t, I will cane you for your indiscretion and lack of respect. I have been quite tolerant of you to date as you have been learning your place.”
Natalie could feel herself blushing and at the same time her anger was rising. It seemed like, despite her baring part of her soul to him, he simply ignored it and remained focused on his own thoughts. She pursed her lips and said, “Learning my place? Just what is my place in your little kingdom?”
“Your place is exactly what you want it to be. It’s not what I want. It’s what you want and what you need. You want to submit to me. It excites you to have someone like me take charge of you…to get you to do all sorts of things that ‘nice girls’ don’t do. As much as it galls you, you need me to dominate you. Even as I am spelling this out to you, your excitement level is building. What would I find if I put my fingers inside your panties right now? They were wet before. What are they like now, Natalie?”
He was looking at her with a slightly bemused look. Natalie tried to maintain eye contact with him but she couldn’t do it. She knew that what he was saying was true but she just couldn’t bring herself to admit it to him. It scared her to think that he knew the workings of her mind better than she knew them herself. It was like he was inside there, just reading her every thought.
The silence was deafening. Eventually, Natalie heard a questioning, “Hmmmmm?” from Sir James and she finally found the strength to speak.
“You know I am dripping wet right now. Somehow you seem to know all my thoughts before I even develop them. It excites me and scares me at the same time,” she said softly.
“Quite so,” he replied simply. “Now, for the collar— I will unlock it before you leave here this evening. You will keep it, it is a gift, but I will not keep it on you until you ask me to. If you choose to lock it back in place, I will be honored by your commitment. There will be a number of things you will ask me to do over time and each of them will demonstrate your further commitment to me. I intend to pierce different parts of your body, just as I intend to explore different parts of your body but this will only occur when you are ready. You may even get a tattoo at some stage.”
Natalie was shocked at what she was hearing. She looked at him, her mouth agape. The hell I will, she thought to herself, but even as she had the thought, she could feel her arousal continuing to build. She looked at him to see a smile forming.
“Come. We shall visit the dungeon. My sling has been lonely.”
Producing a blindfold, he slipped it over her head and tightened the elastic straps. This served to pull the soft padded leather against her eyes, holding them closed. He then produced a leash and clipped it to the D-ring on her collar. He took her hand and helped her to her feet then without waiting for a response, he led her down the passage. Although her hands were free, she followed meekly along behind him, her head abuzz as he kept the tension on the leash. Why did she find his treatment of her so fucking exciting?
Arriving at where she assumed the door to the dungeon was, they paused. She heard what sounded like a lock click, followed by a door opening. That sounds so medieval, she thought to herself. A tug on the leash, and she took a few more steps before they stopped once again and the door clicked shut.
“Hands behind your back.”
As she complied, she felt a sharp tug as her tube top was pulled down, exposing her breasts. It came all the way down to the top of her skirt. Her nipples hardened before his eyes as she struggled against her natural reaction, which was to use her hands to cover her breasts. He watched as she struggled against the urge, then just as she had herself under control she felt warm breath on one nipple. She was instantly alert to what might happen next.
She did not know exactly where he was and her head moved back and forth trying to sense his position. The next thing she knew, his body was against her. His arms went around her and she felt his nails raking down her back. She felt a tingle right through her body as he worked his way slowly down her back. He was scraping her skin just hard enough that she did not cry out, but it was enough to bring her whole body alive.
“Oooohhhhhhhhh.”
“Yes, Natalie. We are going to have some fun,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and husky.
Sir James released her before taking half a step backwards. He then lifted her arms and removed her tube top before undoing her skirt and removing it, supporting her as she stepped out of it.
“Stand with your legs spread. I wish to admire you.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she parted her legs. She imagined him standing in front of her, admiring her panty clad body. Her hands were back behind her once again which only served to thrust her breasts out more proudly. Standing there in pumps also served to paint her in a beautiful light as it tilted her pelvis slightly. He cupped her vulva with his hand and rocked it back and forth. It was not long before an “Oooohhhhhhh,” escaped her lips.
“Now, we will remove those panties, Natalie, before I secure you in the sling. Bring your legs together.”
She did so and he gently pulled her panties down, cupping her butt and rubbing it gently. Natalie could feel the tenderness from her earlier spanking and let out a little groan. He then helped her step out of them before he grasped her by the collar once again and led her the few steps over to the sling.
Positioning her in front of it, he took her arms and eased her back into it, the cool leather soothing her butt as she relaxed. She lay there in the silence of the dungeon wondering what he would do next.
“Hmmmm. You have not shaved for me before visiting this evening!”
“But… you told me not to touch myself, Sir.”
“I did. However, we cannot have you looking less than your best. I will have to take care of that for you. You will then receive three strokes of the cane for my efforts.”
“But, Sir…”
“Shhhhhh, Natalie, or I will gag you.”
Her mind in turmoil, Natalie did not know how to respond. This was a most unexpected turn of events. Although she was not aware of having done anything wrong, she was about to be shaved and then caned, neither of which she had experienced before. She trusted Sir James to take care of her, but at the same time she found herself trembling at the thought of what was going to happen. This feeling was exacerbated as she felt the first cuff closing around her ankle.
She heard the sound of the buckle before feeling it pull snugly around her ankle. The second one followed shortly after and her leg was lifted and attached to the ceiling chain. Her original leg was then lifted, and she felt her legs being spread, fully exposing her to whatever Sir James chose to do with her. She could feel a cool breeze on her butt, realizing that it was now exposed as well.
Sir James then took one of her wrists and she felt the soft leather embrace of it as the securing strap was tightened. Her arm was then drawn up and clipped to the chain. The process was repeated for her remaining wrist and before long she was secure. She realized her breathing rate had increased and she could feel her own heartbeat as Natalie lay there wondering what would happen next. Straining to hear what was happening, she eventually felt movement between her legs.
“Open your mouth, Natalie.”
As she obeyed, she felt the material filling her mouth, quickly realizing Sir James was putting her damp panties into her mouth as a gag. He didn’t force them all the way in, however, and she could feel them resting over her mouth and nose, smelling her own sweet smell of arousal and downright lust.
“Do not let them go, Natalie.”
As she was processing the last instruction, she felt a pulling sensation at her labia. As it intensified, she let out an involuntary grunt. Then there was a sharp pain and she squealed though her gag.
“This might take a while if I am going to pluck them all out, Natalie.”
The process was repeated and again there was a grunt and a squeal. Natalie was shaking her head back and forth, willing Sir James to stop. He withdrew her gag.
“Do you want me to stop removing your pubic hair like this, Natalie?”
She was not quite sure how to answer as she knew enough about Sir James now to realize she could be stepping out of the fry pan and into the fire. While she was considering her answer, she felt the same process occurring and as the third hair was pulled from her labia, she blurted out, “Yes, Sir. Please stop.”
She was forlornly trying to close her legs to give herself some protection as she twisted and turned in the sling, all to no avail.
“Ok my dear. I will have mercy on you.”
She felt the blindfold being released and as her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the dungeon, she was horrified to see Sir James standing there with a cut throat razor in his hands, the blade glistening in the light that was focused on her pubic mound.
He was smiling at her as he said, “This is always a much more effective way of removing unwanted growth, my dear.”
Natalie could only stare, her eyes open wide, watching as Sir James wielded the cut throat razor, trembling at what he might do with it. As she watched, he laid it on a surgical trolley and replaced it with a wet towel. He placed the towel between her legs, covering her complete pelvic area. She gasped as she felt the heat, gasping again as he placed his hand over the top of it, holding it against her. Within a few seconds, the immediate heat had dissipated and she enjoyed the nice warm feeling that followed. After leaving it for another minute or two, he replaced it with another towel. He was doing this to soften the stubble and make it easier to shave.
After repeating the process yet again, he produced a can of mentholated shaving cream. Taking some in his hand, he massaged it over her pubic region, gently rubbing it over her vulva and easing a little onto the inside of the labia. At the same time, his fingers drifted down further and pushed a little of it against her anus. She startled a little as he touched her there but relaxed when she realized he was going no further.
“Fear not my little captive. We will save that for another day.”
Just as Natalie was absorbing his words, she felt the shaving cream having its effect on her sensitive membranes. The mentholated cream was providing a very warm feeling both in her labia and in her butt. She looked at him wide eyed, not sure what was happening as the heat continued to build. He had that look on his face that made her think he was about to break into a smile as she began squirming around within her bonds.
“Ooooooohhhhhhh.” She looked at him, her expression seeking answers. Her sphincter and her labia were getting hotter and hotter and she had no idea where it would stop.
He reached up and slipped the blindfold back over her head. When she saw it, she shook her head, trying to avoid it.
“No, Sir… please… No.”
Sir James ignored her protests as he snugged the straps and the soft padded leather held her eyes closed. It was obvious that she was still unsettled, her breathing rate had increased and her face contorted as she tried to come to grips with what was happening to her. As he finished with the blindfold, his fingers ran lightly down her face. He paused before sliding one finger back and forth across her lips and then running them down her neck. He was observing her breasts and as his fingers slid down her neck, he watched her nipples harden in anticipation. Cupping her breasts, she felt his warm breath on one nipple before she felt the lightest brush. This was repeated on her remaining nipple.
“Oooooohhhhhhhhh.,”
His fingers closed over the hardened buds and as he tightened his grip Natalie’s pleasure quickly turned to pain. “Arrrgggggghhh.”
His voice broke through the haze as he said, “Ahhh yes, Natalie. We are going to have some fun here tonight.”
Her body was contorting upwards within the limited movement allowed by her bondage.
“Nnnnnggggggghhhhhhh.”
Releasing them, his mouth closed gently over the first nipple, sucking gently and flicking the top with his warm, wet tongue before repeating the process with the other one. By this stage, Natalie was panting somewhat as she tried to process the alternating and conflicting sensations she was experiencing.
Unbeknownst to Natalie, Sir James then picked up a brand new ladies shaving blade and prepared to go to work. He commenced just below her belly using quick strokes moving the shaver down towards her clitoris. Wisely, she had stopped squirming and tried to process the feelings as the blade slid over her skin. She was still expecting it was the cut throat razor she had seen and did not want to move at the wrong time and risk it hurting her. After each stroke, Sir James rinsed the shaver, smoothed more cream over her sensitive skin and continued.
Natalie had such a range of sensations coursing through her genital region, with the slight burning of the shaving cream in her labia and butt, to the scraping of the shaver. This was followed by Sir James sliding his fingers over her to ensure the skin was totally smooth and hair free. She then felt his fingers on one labia lip, stretching the skin taut before he ran the shaver down the outer lip. It took a number of runs, followed by his finger, sliding up and back a number of times. This was repeated on the other side and she realized his finger was sliding around more so that it really needed to. Eventually, she found the hood of her clitoris being stretched and she felt the blade being carefully moved up and around the hood. Again this was followed by the sliding finger and this time it lightly brushed her clitoris a number of times, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her.
Sir James then took the cut throat razor that he had put down earlier. When he had laid it down, he had rested it on a block of ice. Taking the now cold blade, and using the blunt edge of it, he ran it firmly down beside Natalie’s labia.
“Oh shit! That wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sorry,” he said in a slightly alarmed voice. “Oh shit! Let me get a towel.”
Natalie felt a hot wet towel over her pubic area and he held it firmly. Her mind was reeling.
“What the fuck have you done, you prick?” she almost screamed at him.
Natalie began fighting her bonds, squirming and bucking in the sling, trying to free herself but it was all to no avail. The towel was removed and it was replaced by another one and again he held it in place as she squirmed wildly.
As she was fighting her restraints, Sir James moved around beside her. Bringing his head down beside hers, he said in his most soothing tone, “Calm down, Natalie. You are not hurt.”
“I don’t believe…”
Her protest was cut off as he kissed her firmly on the lips. She was continuing to struggle against the unforgiving leather, her wrists twisting and turning inside the restraints and he continued to kiss her, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Despite her struggles, she began to respond to his passion and the fight slowly went out of her. Her mind was a mess, still not really knowing if she was cut and bleeding but at the same time latching onto Sir James as the only person that could help her. He had complete power over her, the power of life and death and despite her fear, she found herself to be incredibly aroused. She could not understand her own responses and it scared her as much as it excited her.
Eventually, he broke the embrace and she felt the straps on her blindfold being loosened before it was lifted from her head. She opened her eyes to see him gazing down upon her, a smile on his face.
“You are not hurt my dear. Look.”
He had a mirror down between her legs, angled such that she could see her whole pelvic area, and she was relieved to see she was still intact. It was also obvious to see that she was highly aroused, her pussy glistening in the light. She saw that her butt was still quite red and although she could not be sure, she would swear it was already beginning to change color somewhat. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to hug him or beat him but her anger got the better of her.
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nbsp; “You sadistic bastard,” she screeched as she struggled violently against her bonds. This only caused him to smile more broadly as he moved back around to her head. He brought his mouth down next to her ear as his hands reached for her breasts. Whispering in her ear, he said, “Flattery will get you everywhere.” He gently fondled her breasts before slowly bringing his hands up to massage her neck, lightly brushing her skin all the way up. That was enough to dissipate her anger and she moaned quietly with pleasure.
He then produced a bottle of aftershave and ensured she could see it and knew what it was. Before she had time to think about what was about to happen, he liberally sprinkled it around her vulva then immediately patted it down with his hand. The sting as the alcohol based liquid hit her freshly shaved skin was sharp and it made her squeal with pain, again making her buck against her bonds.
She was gasping but not saying anything, determined not to give him any more sadistic pleasure. Nonetheless, Sir James just stood there smiling down at her. He understood what she was feeling and he was enjoying watching her reaction, satisfied that she was helpless to do anything about it. It only took a matter of seconds for the pain to dissipate and her breathing quickly returned to normal.
Chapter 10 – Breathing control and the cane
As she lay there wondering what else he may have left in his sadistic repertoire, she saw that he was holding something in his hands that she did not recognize. He noticed the look of puzzlement.
“It is a latex hood, Natalie. You will see that while most of it is black latex, the front of it is translucent with a few small breathing holes. You will be able to breath with it on, but it will restrict you somewhat. You will also be able to see. However, the latex will give you a somewhat distorted view of reality, not that I am not distorting reality enough for you already.” He chuckled to himself.
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