Verbal Bondage

Here's a short story I had written a few years back. It's not really DD...actually not at all. It's very erotic and kinky, though. Enjoy!

Verbal Bondage
written by: Measha

The chill in the air wrapped around her tightly as though to blanket her from the warmth. The dampness seeped into her bare flesh as she sat quietly in the corner. She could turn the heater on, it was only a step or two from where she sat, but she would not dare move from her seat.

She raised her eyes from the floor and looked at the metal rings cemented perfectly into the walls, chains hung from them. She was relieved at the time, when he hadn’t restrained her with them. She was glad when he told her to straddle the straight back chair and stare at the wall, she would be free from those cuffs, from the cold biting metal. Only a verbal bondage kept her in place now.

Being chained in place would be too easy for her, she realized that now. There would be no choice, she would stay put because the chains made her do so. But to be free of the chains, the metal cuffs, the bondage to the wall, to be free of those things gave her a choice. Obey or disobey. She had thought she was getting off easy, having done what she did, to merely have to sit in the corner like a naughty school girl. It had actually given her a bit of a thrill when he had given his command.

The silence was giving her a head ache. She wished he’d come back for her, forgive her disobedience, and hold her in his arms, to take the cold from her skin with his warmth. She wiggled slightly on the wooden chair, the wood was rough on her bare skin, almost as if she were sitting on sandpaper. He had not whipped her before placing her in her chair, he had only given the command to sit.

He had brought her down to their private room, the only room of the house that visitors and friends would never enter, did not even know existed. He had walked her with her collar on, being led by her leash, to the center of the room. He removed the leash from the ring in the center of the collar. He took a few steps back and basked in the beauty of the woman before him. Even when disobedient, he found her lovely and yearned for her.

She had stood with her hands folded in front of her gripping onto the skirt of her sundress. She looked at him with wonderment and remorse. She had known he would find the toy, knew it the moment she remembered leaving it out on the dresser. He would find it and he would know that she took advantage of his absence for the morning. He dropped her leash onto the small wooden table that held many more collars, leashes, and other miscellaneous toys for his enjoyment. If someone were to wonder into their room they would be shocked to see the array of devices on the table, but not so shocked as if they opened the closet door a few feet away from the table.

“Have you given yourself to me?” he asked with an evenly calm voice.

“Yes, Sir” she answered in a hushed tone, keeping her eyes at his chest, afraid to look into his eyes and see the disappointment there.

“You’ve given your heart, your mind, and your body to me?” he questioned further picking up a small paddle from the table and caressing it with his fingers.

“Yes, Sir,” she shifted her eyes to the paddle and felt herself clench at the sight of it.

He saw her eyes gazing at the paddle and almost smiled wickedly at the thought of using it on her upturned bottom. He placed the paddle down on the table and picked up the short bull whip he had recently acquired. He heard her intake of breath and knew she would learn much from that whip were he to use it.

“If your body belongs to me, they why did you see fit to touch it without me present or without my consent?” he asked moving his gaze from the whip in his hands to her eyes. She was staring at the weapon he held as she swallowed hard. “Well?” he asked in a more harsh tone.

“I…uh…..I don’t know..” she answered sluggishly as she dropped her shoulders. She wished she had a good reason, a reasonable explanation as to why she had not waited for him to return or did not call him on his cell.

Quietly he dropped the whip back onto the table, taking note of her relief, and walked to her, around her looking down at her. She had remained still, not moving a muscle, breathing deeply, unsure of what was to happen next.

“Put your hands over your head,” he had commanded while standing behind her. She raised her arms and reached upward. She heard movement behind her but did not take the chance of turning her head to see. She felt a cold sharp metal the base of her neck and she sucked in breath. Before the first snip she knew what he was doing.

She gasped as he used the scissors to cut away her sundress, her favorite house garment. She felt tears in her eyes as the cool air hit her bare back, she gasped softly as he cut through the cotton fabric of her sleeves. She wanted to cry out, to look at the damage he had done and see if she could mend the dress. She closed her eyes as he ripped the torn garment from her body, leaving her naked to his eye.

She felt vulnerable now, standing with her arms over her head, naked to him, open to his judgment and pleasure. She opened her eyes slowly to see him now standing in front of her. He looked her over as though he were buying a prized ham and wanted to make sure it was worthy of the price. She looked to the floor, not wanting to witness her own humiliation. He walked to her, his booted toes touching hers.

“This belongs to me,” he stated as he reached a hand out and pinched her nipple hard. She moaned from the exquisite pain of it. He twisted her nipple and smiled coyly as she groaned louder. “This belongs to me,” he stated harshly as he reached down and took hold of her clitoris. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath at his fiery touch. “Does it not?” he asked as he pinched her harder.

“IT DOES,” she cried out, forcing herself to keep her hands up in the air, giving him freedom to do as he wished.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded next, unwavering in his grip on both her nipple and clit. She hesitated a moment, then moved her feet so that they were spread out past her shoulders. Before she could take another breath she felt his finger invade her, pushing hard into her.

“This also belongs to me: your pain, your pleasure,” he stated, he was no longer asking her, he was now telling her as though she did not already know. “Everything about you belongs to me. You get pleasure when I allow it, you feel pain when I allow it, and you are happy with this,” his voice was calm and steady over her grunts and her moans.

As quickly as he had grabbed onto her, he let go. She felt the blood rush into her nipple and she cried out again. She kept her eyes closed as she heard him move around the room, a chair scraping against the cemented floor, the chains on the wall being moved.

“Come here,” he had directed. She turned around, keeping her arms over her head, she walked to him gently as he stood beside the chair. He used that chair when he spanked her, she felt herself clench again. “Sit,” he commanded….”No, sit with your chest against the back of the chair,” he corrected her. She had moved quickly to straddle the chair. “Arms down,” his next command was given. She moved her feet to rest against the legs of the chair, and put her arms around the back and folded them together. She was awaiting the ropes that would bind her in place.

“Stay in that position until I return, do not move,” he commanded and he was gone. She looked at the wall with confusion then. Where had he gone? What was he doing? She could move if she wanted to, she could stand and stretch if needed.

She had betrayed him that morning when she had slipped her vibrator out of the drawer of the nightstand. She had betrayed his trust and his authority when she had smoothly inserted it into herself, deriving pleasure from the even vibrations, from the light pinches she had given her erect nipples, and had cried out with pleasure as she felt the explosion in her as she came.

Perhaps she wanted to be caught, to be punished for what she had done. She had known it was wrong, known she was going against the rules, and against his wishes. Known she was taking privileges where there were none to be taken. Maybe she had left the vibrator on the night stand on purpose as she had run to the washroom to cleanse herself.

The door opened and she could feel his presence. She was cold now, the draft from the door made her press into the chair searching for some warmth. She did not turn her head to see him, but could feel him near her. She felt the tears in her eyes burning, knowing he was thinking of what she had done.

He stood before her, bringing her eyes to look up at him with a tilt of her chin. He looked into her eyes and saw true remorse, saw that she wanted to please him.

“You still wish to be mine,” he stated, there was no question in his tone, he knew it as well as she. “You wish to be under my power, my control,” he looked at her lips and wished he could kiss them, to take away the fear and remorse in her. He remained strong as he knelt before her, putting his hand through the opening of the chair. He lightly ran his fingers over her lips, feeling the wetness there. “How did you cum?” he asked looking up at her as he continued to fondle her.

“Where you laying on your back?” he questioned further when he saw the confusion in her eyes.

“Yes,” she nodded.

“Did you use the vibrator to fuck yourself, or play with your clit?” he went on, continuing his pleasure torture.

“I….fucked myself with the vibrator and used my fingers on my clit,” she answered closing her eyes. It always embarrassed her to talk in such a way. He smiled at her blush, he had done wicked things to her, fucked her in almost every way imaginable, and yet she blushed when telling of her masturbation.

“I had bought something a while ago, sure I would never have to use it, but it would appear that I was wrong,” he stood now, leaving her tingling from his touch. “Stand up,” he commanded and walked to the closet and disappeared for a moment.

When he returned he held up the garment for her to see. In one hand there was a pair of black thongs, at a closer look she could see the small box that had been sewn into them. She had heard of vibrating panties but had never seen a pair. In the other hand he held a leather thong. Two leather straps, one for her waist and one to cover herself from view or touch, the straps were held together with a lock.

Ignoring her pleading eyes, he bent slightly and held out the black thong instructing her to put her legs through the holes. She hesitated a second before obeying his order. He pulled the thongs up into place and looked down at her. “I’ve always liked black on you,” he smiled devilishly. She managed to smile meekly as he unbuckled the chastity belt.

She spread her legs for him without command and he smiled at her for it. He wrapped the leather around her waist and slowly put the second strap through her legs. He carefully adjusted the belt so as not to make it too snug before locking it in place. He held the key up to her nose.

“I will hold onto this,” he smiled as he slipped the small golden key into his pocket. “There is a dress laying on the bed, go put it on.” he instructed and moved out of her path as she nodded. She quickly left the room to change.

She stood in front of her mirror looking at herself. Lightly touching the belt, and wondering how long she would have to endure the stiff leather between her legs. She stood for another moment and jumped as she felt the vibrations of the panties. She closed her eyes and moaned as the vibrations became more intense.

As soon as they had started they ended and she sighed heavily. She heard him calling and was quick to put on the dress he had picked out for her. The blue dress, his favorite. Before leaving the room she looked at her nightstand. The key was missing from the lock, she did not need to test the drawer, he had locked it. She had truly disappointed him. She sighed to herself with a new determination to prove herself obedient, to prove that she wished his dominance. She smiled as she felt the panties begin their sweet dance once again and ran down the stairs to join him for supper.