The CHAIR AFFAIR.....
Although the TV was on, for the last 10 minutes or so I'd been sitting in my comfy leather recliner watching Sx leaf-through several of her shibari books looking for inspiration. Well, when I say 'sitting comfortably', I am using the term rather loosely; about 30 minutes earlier, Sx had sent me, with the key to my chastity device, to insert the rather severe 'points of intrigue' (an anti-pullout accessory with very sharp teeth that were digging tensely into the base of my cock). I am always captivated by her intensity and passion when she does this. After a few minutes more, she emerged from her state of deep concentration, closed the book and rather theatrically slapped it down onto the marble coffee table in front of her.
"Right boy, turn off the TV and strip. "
As I did as I was told, Sx picked up the bundle of pieces of red rope that I had laid next to her on the sofa earlier as per her instruction, and she walked across the room towards me. As I stood there naked, except for the chastity cage that has been my constant companion since she collared me nearly 2 years ago, she circled me rather like a shark circles a life raft. Now, Sx loves to torture, tease and torment, and her approach is a rich tapestry of the physical, mental, emotional and visual. Today, it seems 'visual' was going to be her opening gambit. Sx knows I am totally besotted with her gorgeous curves and she was wearing the slinkiest, figure-hugging ensemble, with the sole purpose of tease. She also knows I have a thing for the 'hands on hip' stance and there she stood in front of me, in just that pose, her hands resting on her waist and her finger tips playing across the sheer black leggings that were accentuating every inch of her curvy, powerful thighs and calves. That just about did it; I could feel my cock swelling in the cage just like she knew it would... but unlike on other occasions this time it was accompanied by a sudden wave of searing pain from those sharp teeth. The problem was, pain arouses me and I spent the next few minutes almost doubled-over as I got harder, the teeth dug deeper, the pain intensified, I got harder... you can see how this was going!
Sx stood there with her evil grin spread wide across her face. This is exactly what she planned and she was savouring every moment. Eventually, though, my body and mind managed to break themselves out of this vicious cycle and things calmed. At that point Sx held up one of the pieces of red rope she had been working with while she read the books. It seemed to have four loops, looking a little like a four leaf clover.
"What do you think boy? Isn't it pretty? "
Now, there really is only one correct, and indeed only one sane answer to those questions...
"Yes Sx"
She placed one loop over my head and positioned the knot just above my solar plexus. She passed the ends of the rope between my legs, attaching them to the loop around my neck. As I stood perfectly still, she busied herself wrapping rope around my chest and waist and back between my legs. This all ended with a few sharp tugs that tightened the rope to a point where there was really no comfortable position; if I dropped my shoulders to try to relieve the pressure there, The curve formed by my back pull the rope tighter. If I tried to straighten my back, my shoulders raised and also pulled the rope tighter. So, either way, the rope between my legs dug deeper into my groin. Sx had given me a simple choice... experience the pain she had given me, or make it worse for myself. She stood there smiling and watched as I tried every permutation. Her smile broadened into a positive grin as she saw the realisation hit me that there was no escape from the predicament she had placed me in. At the same time, as I became aware that she was getting off on this, that sent me into the first stages of headspace. This is the nature of our relationship; one of pure symbiosis, where each one's actions excite the other, and our reactions do the same.
"Sit down boy. Don't move and don't say a word unless I speak to you."
Again, I did exactly as instructed. Sx always goes into her very own kind of head space when she is binding me, and any interruption tends to break her mood. She wrapped another length of rope around my ankles, cinching it tightly and then proceeding to encase my legs from ankles to knees in a red cocoon. As her skilled fingers work the rope, and I feel my freedom receding with each loop, cinch or turn, I can never help having this image in my head of a spider wrapping her pray in her silken thread until it is completely and helplessly immobile, ready for her to feed on.
By the time Sx had finished with me, my legs were encased in rope, my wrists and arms were secured tightly to the chair, and several lengths of rope around my chest pressed my back hard against the leather, leaving me with barely sufficient movement for anything other than the shallowest breathing. And then Sx reached for the blue cord...
The blue cord is quite thin and made of nylon. Sx uses this when she wants to combine bondage with inflicting extreme discomfort. Oh no!!! She was going for my toes. I am SO ticklish anywhere on my feet, but particularly in between my toes. Sx wrapped the cord a few times around my already-bound ankles, just to get a good anchor-point, and then she started on my toes. The blue cord was passed around big toe, to tie them tightly together. Sx cinched the cord between the big toes until the pain was intense. She then proceeded to bind each of the other toes in turn, running the cord around the back of my ankles each time. The final effect was a latticework of cord across the top of my feet, with each toe pulled tightly. I honestly don't know which was worse; the final pain at the end, or the excruciating sensation each time she ran the cord between another pair of toes.
"You are a dirty slutty little boy, aren't you?"
I was already way past the point of return to Lala land by this time, but that question still threw me a little.
"Am I, Sx? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be. "
"I can see that cock straining inside its cage. You are totally turned on by this and you have no way of hiding it. It's there for anyone to see, isn't it!"
"*Yes, Sx. I'm very sorry. "
"And what do we do with dirty slutty little boys who can't control their cock?*"
Oh God! Sx has this way of using closed questions and leading questions that completely overwhelms me...
"*They get punished? "
"Yes boy, they get punished severely until that little cock learns its place. But before we do that, you still have a little too much freedom for my liking.* "
At that, Sx took another length of rope and began winding it around the back of the chair and across my forehead. After several turns, she began to wind the rope across my open mouth so that it served as a kind of gag, as well as spinning my head even more tightly against the chair.
Okay, that totally did it! Since first realising my fascination with being bound, I've always fantasised about my head being tied so that movement was virtually impossible. Today it was happening. I think I was drifting further into headspace than I've ever been.
At the edge of my field of vision I could just see Sx fiddling with a small black strap. Oh shit, it was the dog shock-collar. This is one of those remote-controlled things with two metal electrodes. She placed the box under my balls so that both sharp electrodes pushed hard against the soft flesh, and she pulled the strap very tight. I was helpless and she was holding that remote in her hand. I was so fucked. She sat in front of me on a small stool, her legs slightly apart and her hand brushing up and down her thigh. I struggled as much as I could as the chastity device's teeth cut deep into my hardening cock once more, but I was in that place now where surrender to the pain was the only option.
Sx lifted the remote and very theatrically started to press various of the control buttons. One switches between sound, vibrate and shock modes, while another dials up the level between 1 and 100, while yet another fires the device in whatever mode it is set. I have no idea which buttons she was pressing and I was in a constant state of clenching every muscle in my body waiting for the inevitable wave of electric pain. But nothing happened. Sx looked quite irritated.
"*Why isn't this thing working, boy? "
"Oh god, I'm sorry Sx... I forgot to charge it.*"
For a moment I was relieved, and then terrified. A few days earlier she had said she might want to use that device, and so there was an obligation on my part to make sure it was ready for her if she wanted it. This was not going to end well for me...
Sx was quite animated as she pressed the buttons and was met with a total absence of writhing in agony on my part...
"I told you I wanted to use this, and you haven't readied it for me. I think you are trying to deny my pleasure!"
I started to do the futile apology thing but was told in no uncertain terms to remain silent.
"If you are going to deny my pleasure, we are going to have to teach you the consequences will be far worse than had you obeyed me."
Sx reached into a nearby bag and pulled out a handful of large purple pegs.
"These are going on, and are not coming off until I decide. Oh, and each one is going to be flicked off separately. I guarantee you, each one is going to hurt like fuck when it comes off."
I was on endorphins overload by now, and was only vaguely aware of what was going on. Under normal circumstances I would have squealed or hyperventilated as Sx began to attach some of these very large purple pegs to my ball sack. But this time, I felt almost like I was observing this rather than experiencing it, in a kind of 'out of body' experience. This, in itself, was 'head-trippy', but I needn't have worried...as the pain from the pegs started to build, I started to feel it over the endorphin haze. Indeed, within a minute or so, that vague sensation from the pegs had risen to one of permanent pain that was rapidly becoming unbearable.
Now, as Sx had been binding me to the chair, I'd had a bit of a test struggle just to reassure myself any attempts at movement were completely futile. However, my need to escape the ever increasing pain from the pegs meant that I couldn't take that on faith! I pulled and twisted my limbs and torso in ever greater desperation to get free. Sx simply sat there in front of me smiling. I don't know if her greatest source of pleasure was the inescapability of the bonds she had placed around me, the desperation she had created within me, or simply my groans and muffled screams of pain. In reality, I suspect it was a combination of all of those.
"What do you like the pegs removed, boy? "
I would have liked to have been able to say yes, or at least to nod my head as a desperate plea for mercy, but the ropes were so tight, I was completely powerless to respond... not that my answer was actually necessary, of course! Sx knew exactly what my answer would have been, had I been able to state it. My muffled screams and ever more desperate attempts to struggle where a bit of a giveaway.
"Now, I can remove them if you want, boy, but.. "
I was already hyperventilating an attempted "yes please please please please, Sx"before she got to the end of the sentence. Sx flashed that most wickedly sadistic of her smiles at me as she paused, mid sentence. She knew she had me outside of my ability to cope. This is the place she really likes to play!
"BUT... i'm not going to simply take them off; I'm going to flick them off. "
My hyperventilating paused as I thought about that...
"Are you ready boy? "
In my mind I could hear the two replies, "yes please do it"and "please don't flick them off". Both were deafeningly loud inside my head and I wanted both desperately... but I feared both totally. I was fucked. I knew it, Sx knew it, and we both know each other knew it. Sx was loving this!
THWACK... A delay of a few milliseconds followed by an unfathomably intense wave of pain as Sx slapped the first peg off with her hand. I screamed into the gag. I was actually trying to work out which was the greatest... the pain of that one peg being flicked off, or the constant pain of the remaining five pegs. But it didn't really matter what I would have concluded because... THWACK, a second and third pegs with flicked off, followed by the rest.
I was basically lost for any kind of emotional or physical response. It was all just too much to be able to process. As I sat there floating in this sea of echoing pain, Sx gently and tenderly rubbed the area where the pegs had been biting deeply into me. This was that tender side of her that always follows the sadistic onslaught. But this time it was temporary. Rather than loosening the bonds and freeing me so I could wrap my arms around her, she produced the adjustable nipple clamps.
In a moment, both clamp were attached and tightened to a point where the sensation was right at the interface between extreme discomfort and downright pain. Sx moved her face very close to mine, looking deep into my eyes, and with her lips almost touching mine. She continued to look deep into me as I struggled to try to get my lips to touch hers. I knew she could sense my desperation, and I know it was exciting her. I, of course was getting off on that totally.
I was feeling increasingly uncomfortable with her looking straight into my eyes. I had tried to avert my gaze a couple of time, but each attempt was met with a very forceful "No. Look at me."
After what seemed like an age, I felt her hands slide up to the clamp on my left nipple and I became aware of the sensation in that nipple becoming a more intense level of pain. Sx's expression didn't change... her eyes didn't move from mine. I felt the clamp on my right nipple tighten too. And then the left again, followed once more by the right. Sx was ramping up the pain slowly but surely. I tried to struggle again. I tried to plead again, but her expression never changed. I could do nothing to stop this. I was helpless and powerless. I was at the mercy of a sadist who was feeding on my suffering.
It's a very weird feeling when your ability to sense pain is at its maximum. Eventually we got to the point where additional tightening of the clamps was doing something to me, but I struggled to describe what it was. I was totally out of it. I was lost somewhere in her eyes. Sx's presence had surrounded and consumed mine. I felt as one with her in a way that I don't think it's possible to achieve by any other means. This was that total and complete oneness between a sadist and masochist, that reaches a level of intimacy that transcends all else.
I am hers, I crave ever more to be hers and, at this precise moment, I couldn't imagine how I could ever feel more, hers.
#written by PE
The 'Chair Affair' was a wonderful scene that lasted over 3 hours. I was totally in the zone as I am often want to do when I start playing with rope.
This scene was rather unusual as it was the first time I had kept PE in chastity. Since he is locked for such long periods, I normally unlock him when he spends time with me to give him a little breather and repair some of the chaffing. However, this time, seeing his cock straining in that prison and leaking gave me immeasurable pleasure. That followed with a lovely bout of CBT. I delighted in pulling each peg off slowly, a few even drew blood and seeing redness spill over his thighs made me marvel over how it matched my lovely red rope perfectly.
