Chains of Desire
by
Sadie Wittmore
Chains of Desire
Angel
I woke up to his snoring. I swear to God, my mattress was vibrating. What the...? I always had this notion that only old, fat men were capable of such a feat. This was definitely another failed date.
I got out of the bed carefully, hoping he would stay sleeping. Suddenly, I didn’t want to have another go with him. On paper, he was a handsome devil. In real life, he was only handsome. I was so excited when he answered my message on my dating site. A thirty years old bachelor, no baggage, no strings attached. Black hair, chiseled face, amazing six-pack, and devilish smile. A too-hot-to-be-true body with a promise of power and dominance.
When I asked him if he liked some light BDSM fun, he answered. ‘Sure, if that’s what rocks your boat, Babe. I’ll rock yours ’til you capsize.’
Yeah, my boat was barely rocking. The non-existent waves of my pleasure never threatened to wash over the gunwale. He didn’t last five minutes. Five bloody minutes! Then he spanked my backside as if I was a baby.
I was tired of incompetent men who had not the slightest idea what a real woman wanted. I was even more tired and scared of brutes. I’ve never had a problem being submissive in bed, however, I couldn’t live my life in an abusive relationship. I didn’t enjoy or wanted to be beaten by an idiot who thought that was what I wanted. I wanted a man who desired me with a passion that boiled his blood until he grabbed my hair and tossed me onto our bed. I wanted somebody who would tear my clothes off sometimes when his lust-driven brain burnt out his fuse. The most I desired desperately, was a man who would tie me up and play with me until I’d explode from my need, then bang me like a real man was supposed to. Long and hard. But that same man would treat me like a princess any other time. He would protect me, he would love me. He would rock not just my boat, but my whole world.
I went to the kitchen and made a strong coffee. There were still two hours before sunrise, so I needed something to do. On a whim, I popped open my laptop and began searching for specific dating sites where genuine BDSM fans were looking for new partners. I didn’t find anything promising and there was the same possibility that people were lying about their real competence or preferences.
Then I saw an ad on the side of the page.
Are you looking to meet others who are into dominant or submissive fun? Do you enjoy bondage and discipline, maybe even elements of sadism and masochism, then BDSM Life is the place for you.
Whether you’re experienced or a beginner, we have prepaid courses to satisfy your needs. You can try all kinds of bondage and domination roleplay. Our employees are highly trained and one hundred percent discreet. Your privacy is our utmost priority.
Do not put yourself at risk. Please play safely. Come to BDSM Life.
I dressed up and tucked a clean uniform into my bag. Unlike many people, I’d never wear my nurse uniform on the street. I don’t understand how hospitals were ok with this practice.
I left a note at my captain’s trousers, letting him know that I really enjoyed last night. Sadly, however, I had to leave because of an emergency and most likely I won’t be home for days. I hoped he got the message.
In the hospital, I requested a full week of my annual leave, starting from the next month. Then I called BDSM Life.
***
Two weeks later, I stood alone on a rusty platform next to a derelict station building in a small town called Wayoma, which by the way, I’ve never heard about. According to my instructions, from here, I had to use a taxi because there was no public transportation to the secluded mountainside where this place was.
After an hour of waiting, finally, an old yellow Buick pulled up to the curb with a hand-painted text on its door. Taxi. Seeing the probably hundred years old station and the fifty years old car, I wasn’t surprised when a grandpa got out of the taxi and opened its trunk to put my luggage inside.
I was fully prepared to see another ruin when we arrived at my destination and seriously began to question this whole adventure. But when I stepped out of the car, my jaw dropped to my feet.
There were three buildings at the base of a small mountain which reminded me of El Capitan, the vertical rock formation in Yosemite National Park. The place looked like an old monastery from the history books. Except, they were in perfect condition. A breathtakingly beautiful gem hidden from us crazy city dwellers.
I walked to the reception, where a young blonde with large breasts greeted me. She confirmed my name and my booking. She told me that for my stay I can choose a different name if I’m not comfortable with my real one. I just smiled and told her that Angel is fine. Most people will think it’s an alias.
When she asked me to pay for my beginner course, my jaw once again descended to the floor.
“I’m sorry,” I said uncomfortably, “the advertisement said that courses starting from as little as two thousand.”
“Yes, but that is the most advanced level and only for submissive people.”
“I don’t understand...”
“It is quite simple,” she smiled at me, in a slightly patronizing way. “If you are a novice, you will require a lot of time and patience to deal with. Also, your sessions will generally focus on learning techniques. No, or in some cases, very little sexual activity is involved and even that is only at the end of your course. Therefore, your training costs the most. On the other hand, If you are participating in our most advanced training for submissive persons, you’ll be involved with practically everything. Our trainee Masters and Mistresses will use you, under our professionals’ supervising, of course. Your involvement will pay the larger part of your cost. To put it bluntly, you pay with your body.”
“I...,” I barely could hide my disappointment.
“Generally, it is not recommended to start at the highest level. However, if you already have some experience in BDSM, we are happy to have you in those courses.”
“I do have a little... experience,” I lied.
“There is one thing that you need to know, however.”
“Yes?” I asked with slight trepidation. I didn’t like her smile as she looked at me.
“Subs who are accepted must be submitting themselves completely for the duration of their stay. You will not be allowed to leave until the course is over.”
“Wow...! I... don’t know...”
“Look,” she said, “let me take you to one of our experts. You can find out more about these cheaper courses and if they would be suited for you.”
I nodded, hoping she was right. I didn’t want to turn around and ran home with my tail between my legs. Yet, I wasn’t sure if I could just jump into the deepest waters when I could hardly swim.
Finn
“Angel?” I tasted her name on my tongue.
“Good afternoon,” she greeted me.
God! She was gorgeous, like her name. Somewhere between twenty-three and twenty-six, I guessed. Short but slender with well-proportioned limbs, which made her appear to be taller than she was. Also, there was tangible sexuality radiating from her person. At that moment, I knew I had to have her. She was born to be my angel and now that she found me, I’d not let her disappear.
“I’m Finn. Please, sit down,” I pointed at one of the black leather couches.
“Thank you.”
Even her voice stirred my insides. Not to mention her full lips and olive skin, or her nipples showing through her t-shirt and between her long black tresses. Those firm little twin peaks made my cock strain against my jeans instantly.
I sat down on the other couch opposite her, “My secretary told me that you are interested in our beginner class. Is that right?”
“Yes, that is correct,�
� she tucked a wayward lock of hair behind her ear. “Although, I’ve just realized that it might be a tad more expensive than my budget.”
“First let us talk about BDSM Life and what we are offering, then we can find out what you are looking for. Or maybe, what is that you don’t even know that you are looking for.
She smiled at me with just a hint of shyness.
“A lot of people enjoy being submissive,” I began. “both men and women. Unfortunately, because of our society, very few are open about it and even fewer of them brave enough to try it.”
She nodded agreeably.
“Naturally, women are the weaker, more submissive gender and most want to be treated that way,” I continued my explanation.
“I agree,” She said, rather than nodding again.
I liked that. People who just kept bobbing their heads always annoyed me.
“When it comes to sex, most women want to be thrown around, slammed against walls, pushed against the kitchen counter, or the dining table,” I began to push her limits. Let’s see how tough she really was. “Many want to be tied up in ropes or chains. Some want to be whipped. A few even like it bloody. There are others who just want to be yelled at. But there is one common thing, they all want strong men or women who control them.”
She looked at me with unfulfilled desire in her beautiful dark eyes. I knew her type. Women who were dreaming about strong, powerful men, but never had the chance to meet one. Women who were only fully satisfied when their men grabbed their hair and forced their cock into their mouths. When those men fucked them so hard that they screamed when they came.
“Could you tell me more about the ‘be thrown around, slammed against walls’ part? What exactly would I have to do...?”
I saw her struggling. Clearly, she couldn’t pay for the novice course, but she was dying to try it. Moreover, she was definitely a sub. She was perfect.
“I have an offer for you Angel,” I smiled at her. “You are the prettiest customer I’ve seen for..., well, ever. I’m a man with a weakness, beauty has power over me. And right now, I’m powerless.”
She blushed and tucked that errant lock of hair behind her ear again.
“We give you a free session, not a beginner one and not the hardest one. This is a one-time offer, just for you. Then you can decide.”
“Yes!” she almost shouted. “Please...”
“But,” he held up a finger, “you have to do whatever your master wants. If you quit before the end of the session, we will charge you for the whole week.”
Angel
My heart was in my throat suddenly. This was my only chance. I had to do it. How bad could it be? This was why I came, wasn’t it? Just one session. If I don’t like it, I can go home, if I like it, I’ll have the most amazing week ever.
“Yes, please,” I repeated myself. “I’d like to try it.”
“Very well,” he smiled.
Finn stood up and rang the bell on his desk. Two gorgeous men came in. Both were at least six and a half feet tall with hard muscles. They wore tight leather trousers emphasizing their cocks and masks leaving only their eyes and mouths free.
“Remember,” Finn said. “You can use your safe word anytime, or shake your head three times when you can’t speak. We will stop whatever we are doing and let you go.”
“Yes, thank you.”
He was a rogue beauty. Powerful built, strong features with a small scar on his left cheek. He had a ten-day-old stubble and short black hair. Oh, he also had a huge cock, I could see it through his jeans. Suddenly, I wished he would be my first master.
“Please go with your jailers,” he nodded toward the men, “let them prepare you, then I will send our best trainer.”
So, it won’t be him. That was a shame, really.
“I’ll meet you here after your session,” he said.
My jailers, as Finn called them, led me to a small room with no windows. There were chains and ropes hanging from the ceiling and a large metal frame about seven feet high. I shivered from the mixture of fear and anticipation of my first ever lesson.
“Please take off your clothes,” the slightly shorter one said.
I felt my face reddening, but I obeyed. I wanted this.
When I was completely naked, one of them tied my forearms together behind my back, while the other one put a silicone ball gag into my mouth. I winced when the man tightened the leather straps behind my head. The ball pushed my tongue back painfully, and I panicked. I tried to say that I have changed my mind, that this was a mistake. But only a muffled cry escaped my mouth. I nearly shook my head to indicate that I couldn’t do it.
The taller man looked at me for a few seconds. When I didn’t move my head, he took me to the frame and pulled up my left leg up to his shoulder. His partner tied a rope around my ankle, threw its other end over the metal beam of the frame and began to split my legs. My heart began to beat faster as I realized what he was doing. I cried out under my gag, both from the pain in my thighs and from the fear of losing my balance. However, the taller man has already held my shoulders. My muscles screamed as I was stretched to a full vertical split. Suddenly, I felt embarrassed as my pussy and ass were exposed in front of these strangers. To my surprise, they didn’t as much glance at my sex.
Instead, the one who tied my leg brought more ropes and began to coil it around my chest and arms. Four full circles under and above my firm breasts. I felt the rope biting into my soft skin as he pulled it very tight. Next, he pulled the lines closer to each other with more ropes between my breasts and on my sides, which squeezed my tits even more. Finally, he threw this line over the frame as well and secured it. The one who was holding me, let me go slowly until my rope around my chest held my weight. Second, by second, as the men prepared me for my first session, my body became aroused. My nipples grew longer and harder, while my clit began throbbing with my heartbeat.
But they didn’t finish with me yet.
They tied my other ankle to a metal ring embedded in the floor, so I couldn’t move my legs at all. Then one of them pushed a small trolley next to me with filled small chains, clamps, and weights. Another shiver ran through me at the sight of these tools. I almost felt the clamps biting into my nipples just by seeing them.
My jailer, however, started lower. Again, it was the one who did all the ropeworks. He picked up two small clamps connected with a thin chain and stepped to my painfully split legs. He pulled on my left labia and clamped it. I gasped into my gag as my soft flesh was pinched hard. Then he pulled the chain behind me, around my waist until it circled back. It seemed just a tad short, or maybe it was exactly the right size, but he had to pull both my other lip and the chain hard to be able to connect them.
I moaned this time when the clamp bit into my lip, while my already wet pussy opened up completely. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to relax my legs and enjoy this new, impossibly arousing sensation the clamps brought to the surface from my core.
My eyes flew open again when I felt my expert handler’s finger on my aching nipples. My body was trembling slightly, impatiently, urging him to touch me there. I wanted more. I needed more. He flicked them a few times to make them even harder, then pulled the first one hard.
“Mmm... mmmm..!” I whimpered from the painful pleasure as he finally clamped my bud.
It was exactly what I hoped for. This helplessness as they tied me up, as he touched my pussy and now my tits. I couldn’t stay put, my body was swaying as much as my ropes allowed me. My eyes closed again, I threw my head back and whimpered and moaned louder with the second clamp. My body was getting hotter and hotter, my pussy wetter and wetter.
Fuck. I loved it. It was incredible how fast my unease dissipated, how my inhibitions turned into lust.
Then my amazing tormentor stoked my flames higher yet again. He hooked one huge stainless steel weight to each clamp. They were maybe half a pound I guessed, though first, they felt four times heavier. I cried out, or at least I tried when the first weigh
t brutally stretched my breast and nipple. Nonetheless, I welcomed the second one. After a few seconds, the initial pain receded and their gentle sway teased my tits like I never thought was possible.
My breath came quicker and quicker. I wanted my Master to come and start whatever he wanted. I wasn’t prepared for this intense arousal. I wasn’t sure if I could hold myself back if my jailers went any further.
Which they did, exactly just that.
There was another shelf on the trolley I didn’t notice before. My man lifted two plugs from the lower shelf. One was a classic metal butt plug, a rather big one. The other toy was a pink vaginal plug. Long and thick like a dildo with a narrower neck and flared base.
First, I thought he was preparing these for my session. Then he began to lube them, making me squirm in my bonds. As soon as I was moving, my nipple weights tugged at my tits and I was moaning again. Before I knew it, my man gently pushed the big pink toy to my dripping, throbbing pussy. The toy slowly slid inside me, filling me up, claiming me. I was trembling as he pushed it all the way in. I let my muscles close around the slender neck, preventing the dildo from sliding back.
“Mm... mmmm..m..mmmm!”
When he began to open up my sphincter with the plug, I was wriggling so much that my taller jailer had to hold me steady. Once again, my muscles were stretched painfully. But unlike in my legs, my sphincter relaxed once the toy was fully inside my ass. I closed my eyes again in my shame how much I enjoyed this. I couldn’t look into their eyes while whimpering from the pleasure they gave me.
Finn
I watched her being tied to the frame. Her turning point when she nearly fled. Then as her body slowly surrendered to her desires. In a few minutes, she was moaning and trembling in the most sexual way.
When the men finished with her, I turned off my monitor and went inside. To hide my identity, I put on a full head gas mask with tinted eyepieces and a little device to distort my voice. I wore my crotchless black leather trousers, leaving my erect cock fully exposed.
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