On the way to the bedroom, I also picked up the eye patches and the cucumber. For this first experience with gagging and blindfolding, I decided not to spread-eagle her. That would come later. For now, perhaps the wrist cuffs and rope. It would provide just enough restriction of movement that she would not be able to remove the gag and blindfold. I also wanted a chance to repair the bondage straps. The broken plastic buckle had annoyed me and I wanted something stronger to replace them.
When I got back to the bedroom I was again treated to a lovely sight. L.A. was on the bed slave naked and had improved her makeup and brushed her hair. From across the room I caught a scent of her perfume and her arousal. She was not wearing one thread of clothing, one piece of jewelry I had not put there, nor did she have one hair on her body of which I did not approve. As she had been taught, she was kneeling in the center of the bed completely open and exposed.
When she saw me she smiled and said, "I am at your command, Master".
She was so beautiful that I just grabbed her by the hair and kissed her. This time it was the kiss of a Master who had full possession of her body. I invaded her mouth with my tongue and enjoyed the kiss until I tired of it. When I broke away, her lipstick was gone from my attention to her mouth. My other hand had been roving over her body, relishing the feel of her smoothness, checking the condition of her nipples and finding them stiff, erect, and full of need, just as her cunt was moist with her arousal.
"So, my lovely slave, I take it that you approve of what I am about to do to you." She had nestled into the crook of my arm but looked at me and said, "Being gagged and blindfolded has been a secret fantasy of mine for a long time. You have made a lot of my dreams and fantasies come true over the past week. I never even dreamed of some of the things you have done to me, and I am sure I will dream of them now."
That last statement intrigued me. "What have I done that you've never thought or dreamed of?" I finally asked.
"Anal play and the fact that I will be able to give you my virginity there," she responded.
I did not tell her that she would not give me her virginity there. I would rip it from her when I wanted it. For now it would give her something to dream about.
I held up the ball and she opened her mouth and took a firm grip on it. After I had inserted it, I put the elastic strap over her head the removed it to tighten the strap. Before proceeding further I checked her breathing. She was breathing quite normally through her nose. Some cannot be gagged in this fashion because of allergy or sinus problems. They have to mouth breathe. It's up to the Master to ensure the safety of his slave and make this determination.
After she was gagged I told her, "You will make a sound three times in a row to safe word. Try it right now."
She took a deep breath and then I heard "Reeeap reeeap reeeap." I think she was trying to say red but it came out muffled. It was distinctive enough that I was satisfied that I would be able to make it out if she used it.
I slipped one of the eye patches over one eye and she did not flinch. When I put the other one on her head and lowered it over her eye, I felt her whole body shudder.
"Take your hands and feel it, make any adjustments that you have to,” I said in a low voice. Giving up the sense of sight voluntarily can be very frightening or exciting. But at the same time the other senses seem to be heightened. Anything I did now would seem to be greatly magnified. She made a few small adjustments to the eye patches while I got the wrist cuffs from the toy bag.
I put the leather wrist cuffs on her and attached them to each other with a two-foot length of web belting. This is the same material from which I had made the other bondage straps. I used snap links to attach the rings to the cuffs behind her back. The web belting at the small of her back would be much more comfortable than rope or chain.
I then laid her down on the bed and adjusted her body position to my liking. I had to tickle the insides of her thighs once to get her to spread her legs wider
If I'd been punishing her, I might have used one of the other items. The weight of her body was now holding her hands captive. This scene was for her training and our mutual pleasure, so I was taking care for her comfort. I did not want her first experience with blindfolding and gagging to be filled with anxiety and apprehension.
L.A.'s nipples were still quite erect when I laid the mousetraps on her chest. "I am going to clamp your nipples now, then take you. Are you okay? Make a sound once for yes and twice for no."
I heard a single quick grunt. "What's your safe word?" I asked and again I heard three grunts. Satisfied that she could communicate if necessary, I proceeded to put the clamps on her nipples. I opened the trap and held it open with my thumb. “As this is a first for you, for this scene L.A. you may cum as you desire.”
I then squeezed her left breast to elongate its shape and seated the trap on her breast, grabbing as much of the nipple and areola as possible. It's a little tricky working the thumb out one handed, but I did to see most of the nipple caught in the clamp. I repeated this on the other breast and then pulled lightly on connecting string. The clamps slipped a little then firmly grabbed the nipples.
I checked her crotch at this point to find it still moist. I began to diddle that area while randomly pulling on the string to the clamps. After only a few seconds she went from moist to wet. I found this quite encouraging. She liked this part rough. I took the clamps in both hands and began to twist them. LA arched her back and tried to push her breasts further into the clamps. I lightly slapped one then the other a couple of times to watch those lush mounds quiver and shake.
Her arms were straining at the cuffs and she was making low moans of arousal. I did not detect any pain or fear at this point. I listened very carefully for three identical sounds in a row. I did not hear anything like that and was sure she was enjoying every moment of it.
I had a few clothespins in my bedside table as well as condoms and a slapper, a device consisting of two one-foot long pieces of wide leather belt separated by a third piece in the top six inches, sewn together.
When brought sharply against the body, the two pieces of leather come together with a loud slapping noise. The effect is more auditory than painful. Because of the broadness of the material, it won't cut or mark if used with care.
I took a handful of clothespins and added them to her breasts here and there in the full part of the flesh. Next I got the slapper and struck the underside of her breasts, first one and then the other. From the straining of her hands and legs and the moans and little inarticulate cries, I was sure she was close to climaxing.
I continued these little easy slaps until I saw her lift her whole body by her legs. She was so close. The cucumber I had purchased was small in diameter but long. I grabbed it and worked it up and down her crotch a couple of times. This spread her neither lips and let her lubrication escape. She was dripping and in moments the cuke was covered in her juice. I sank it into her cunt and began to move it in and out, using the cucumber as a dildo.
She came almost as soon as the cucumber entered her. Her whole body shook and quivered. She used her legs to position herself onto the cucumber that I was still pumping in and out of her to find her perfect pleasure spot. I was not sure whether she had one or several orgasms but as long as she was trying to position her body into the cucumber, I kept the in and out fucking movement going. She was juicing like an orange -- the sheets under her were wet with her secretions and sweat. After about five full minutes of this she finally arched her body one final time.
"Cum, LA, cum for your Master," I said, then she fell to the bed gasping for breath through her nose.
This is where the Dom has to pay attention. When I heard that first gasp, I reached for the ball gag and removed it. She took several large breaths as soon as it was gone. It was a full minute before her breathing slowed down and the spasms in her body quit.
I was removed the clamps and clothespins. When her breathing was close to normal, I kissed her again and asked in a low voice
next to her ear, "Talk to me, LA, are you all right?"
She just wheezed out, "Yes, Master, I'm all right. Just let me catch my breath."
Her breathing gradually slowed down and I stayed with her and watched. She was still blindfolded with her hands bound, but she began to shift her weight a little and make herself comfortable. Her legs closed some as she did so. Soon her breathing was normal and I went to the bathroom and got a small towel and began to wipe and rub down her body. She relaxed as I ministered to her in the sweet afterglow of her orgasm.
I was not done with her yet. I wanted her calm again so I could again take her to the depths of her submission to me. I picked up the slapper again and lightly struck both nipples, which were thoroughly tenderized from being clamped.
Her nipples went from flat to erect almost immediately. Each time I used the slapper she uttered a little gasp. I used it once lightly on her crotch and when her legs did not open, I struck again a little harder, this time with the command, "Open your legs, slave. You are going to be taken."
Her legs shot open and I rapidly got a condom on and entered her. She was so open and had lubed so much I slipped in easily. After a stroke or two I knew just how wet. I would not have the friction I needed to reach my climax. I stopped and grabbed a tissue. I held it between the first and second fingers of my right hand and wrapped the tissue around them the rest of the way down my fingers. I withdrew from her and sunk these into her cunt. After a stroke or two I pulled out the tissue to find it completely soaked. I quickly discarded it and repeated this with a fresh one.
This action had excited her. She was her arching her body to my hand. I grabbed her clit at this point and gently rolled it between two fingers. My, but she was one hot slave.
This time when I entered her I found a little friction. I began to thrust in and out of her, making sure to strike my body to hers to make a slapping sound. Being blindfolded, the auditory sensation and sensitivity is increased. With each sound her body yielded a little more to me. I kept this up and felt her climax rising again. "You don't have permission to cum until I tell you," I managed to say between thrusts. I had so little friction against my cock that I was very slowly approaching my climax. I kept up stabbing her with my cock in the Japanese pattern of three shallow, two deep, until I felt the tingling in the back of my groin that signaled my orgasm. She had been groaning and shaking her head for a couple of minutes. From the spasms of her cunt, I knew she was ready to cum. I was sure that she was only waiting for my least word to explode.
When I could hold it off no longer, I grunted out, "Cum, LA." Her orgasm triggered mine and we both rode it out.
She was bucking, moaning, and moving under me as I made my last couple of thrusts and felt my seed leave my body. When I was done, I rolled off of her and onto the bed beside her. We were both exhausted. I managed to free one of the snap links on her hand. She was so tired she fell asleep without trying to pull the web belt from under her body or remove the blindfold. When my breath had returned I drifted off also. My last conscious act was to remove the condom.
I woke up a while later. My first thought was that the bed was wet. It was from my slave's secretions. The bedroom reeked of sex. She was still sleeping. It was easy to see where the clamps and clothespins had been on her body. There were a few red marks on her flesh here and there. She had a smile on her face and the blindfold was in place. Her loose arm was in a different position but the other was in the same place.
My bladder had gotten me up, and I checked the time as I went to the bathroom. It was nearly six P.M., and I was hungry. I thought of making dinner for the two of us but then thought better of it. Time for LA learn some of the other duties of a slave.
On the way back to the bedroom I found the ankle cuffs and short lengths of chains and the matching locks and her collar. For this night her only clothing would be black leather and chains. I got the ankle cuffs on her and added the chain and locks between her ankles. The wrist cuff that was still attached to the web belt was released and reattached to the chain with a lock. As that cold chain draped across her belly, she began to stir but did not wake up. The other wrist cuff was locked to the chain as well, and then I added her collar. After getting it buckled and positioned, I removed the eye patches that had served as her blindfold. I cleared the bed of toys and got dressed.
I have found that a slave feels more naked when her Master is dressed. The contrast is obvious and well defined.
After finishing these preparations, I picked up the slapper and struck it hard against my palm. The report from the slapper was quite loud and I saw her open her eyes with a jerk and a start. You might have thought she had been struck from her reaction.
"Out of the bed, slave, and stand for me." She got out the bed with a little difficulty because of the ankle chain. I hooked a finger though the ring on her collar and led her slowly to the kitchen. Her steps were short because of the chains.
"Prepare dinner for two, whatever you can put together. You will make the meal dressed as you are. We have a long night ahead of us and you will need your strength."
Chapter 8
Training Continues
LA stood in the kitchen clad only in my leather and chains. Following my command to make dinner for two, she began to bustle about the kitchen with the chains making a delightful jangle. She had yet to explore my kitchen and did not know where anything was.
It was interesting to watch her finding her way around with her wrists chained about two feet apart. I watched her opening cabinets and drawers. She explored the fridge and found some chicken and soon had this in baking dish with some potatoes and onions. This she put it in the oven and started making a salad. I have to admit that I enjoyed the sight of my nude chained slave engaged in these domestic tasks.
I watched most of this then went to the bedroom and stripped the bed. I keep an additional mattress pad on my bed. This was wet as well as the sheets; I took that off also and checked the mattress. I was glad I'd long since developed the habit of using two mattress pads on the bed and a plastic cover on the mattress.
When I went back to the kitchen, LA was still fussing with the salad. She was trying to hold and chop the vegetables and keep the chain off of the cutting board and her breasts out of the way.
I went back to the bedroom and went into my linen closet and got fresh sheets, pillowcases, and a mattress cover and laid these on the dresser. I put on a clean cover, but would have her finish the rest. I pulled the bondage straps off of the bed they would be modified with a new buckle. I would take these into the garage and work on them. When I checked on her next she was setting the table, the kitchen timer was set and showed thirty-five minutes until the chicken would be done.
When she had finished setting the table, I told her to make up the bed and when she finished, she was to kneel on it as before and wait for me, or for the kitchen timer to go off I went to the garage with the broken straps.
I had an idea on the buckles. Two welded rings together in the same loop in the web belt, similar to that used on macramé belts in the early '70s, I had to test this configuration.
When I got back to the bedroom, LA was kneeling in the middle of a made-up bed with a forlorn look on her face, not unlike a child who had been sent to time out. When she saw me her face brightened then went serious when she saw the straps I was carrying. When she had figured out what they were, her face changed again to a cross between wariness and delight.
I did not say anything but began to add the straps to the legs of the bed. I looked at her. "Get on your back and spread eagle." She quickly assumed this position as far as she could with the chains restricting her movement. I used the snap links as before to attach the straps to her ankles and wrists. The slack pulled out but her wrists and ankles were still held together by the chain and locks. This was perfect for what I had in mind.
"Struggle, try to free yourself, see if you can shake the straps," I ordered.
She began to move back and forth, moving her a
rms, legs, and torso, trying to pull or twist free of the straps. The double rings held and did not budge an inch. She struggled a few moments then quit.
"Escape," I told her one more time. To encourage her, I put my hand to her cunt. She fought the straps for another few seconds as her body arched into my hand, then became still again.
"I can't, Master, they are holding too well." She was still gently moving her crotch in my hand and her arousal was obvious.
I was going to tell her to struggle again, but the kitchen timer went off. As I was the only one free at the moment I decided to check on the chicken. Before I left I turned to LA. "Don't go anywhere," I said with a grin, and went to the kitchen. After opening the oven and sticking a fork in the potatoes and chicken, I decided it was done. When I returned to the bedroom LA had not moved a centimeter.
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