Susan's Submission Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7
Susan woke the next morning, only after Peter had opened the door and said, “Good
morning.”
She sat up, feeling somewhat stiff, and saw him as he was walking toward the bed. In his
hands, he held a tray with plates a cup and a glass of orange juice.
“I don’t want you to starve, and we do have things to accomplish today.” he said almost
cheerily.
Susan blinked her eyes, trying to focus. She watched as he set the tray on the dresser
closest to the bed, then moved to the closet on the far wall of the room, he removed a
folding tray and was opening it and returning to Susan’s bedside. He then placed the folding
tray next to the bed, and turning retrieved the tray of food.
Placing the silver tray on the folding table top, he told Susan, “If you need to use the toilet or
freshen up, go ahead. I’m going downstairs while you eat, and I’ll be back for you in about
thirty minutes.” He turned and walked from the room, closing the door behind him as he left.
Susan rubbed her eyes, then put her legs over the side of the bed. She looked down at the
breakfast tray that Peter had prepared for her, it held an omelet, toast, orange juice, and
coffee. The coffee had been served just as Susan liked it, with just a splash of cream.
Susan picked up and unfolded the napkin, noticing her wrist cuffs still around each wrist,
while she laid the napkin in her lap. She looked up, and could see the full-length mirror on
the floor stand, she could see her own reflection as she ate. Her wrist and ankle cuffs
contrasted against her pale flesh. She thought about the previous day, then wondered about
what was in store for her today.
As she finished her meal, she rose from the bed, and moved to the bathroom. After using
the toilet, she moved to the sink in the bathroom, and washed her face, using a thick terry
face cloth and drying herself with a plush hand towel. Moving back into the large bedroom,
she walked to the dresser next to the full-length mirror, picked up the brush, and moved in
front of the mirror, brushed her short blonde hair.
She could see her breasts, small purplish bruises striped across them, from the whipping
she had endured the day before. Similar lash marks adorned her upper thighs. She
remembered well the terrible pain that the tiny whip, what did Peter call it? That’s right, a
‘quirt’, she thought. As she continued brushing, she turned almost fully around, and stopped
brushing in order to again look over her shoulder.
She saw to her horror, that her backside was nearly covered with dark purple bruises. The
lash marks across her back were very faint, as were those on the backs of her legs, but her
gaze fixed on her buttocks.
“You needn’t worry,” came Peter’s voice from the doorway, startling Susan. “Those bruises
will fade in only a day or two. By Wednesday, they should have disappeared entirely,” he
explained.
From the doorway Peter said, “If you’ve finished, why don’t you come with me?” almost a
request, but Susan understood it as an order.
She set the brush back on the top of the dresser, turned and followed Peter. He led her
down the hall and again down the carpeted stairs, along the downstairs hallway and through
the doorway leading to the cellar. They had crossed the basement to the door leading into
the dungeon room, and Susan walked through the door that Peter held open for her.
She blinked at the bright lights in the room and as she stepped into the room,she heard
Peter close the door behind them, then move past her. He stopped in front of her and
turned.
“You’ve been through a lot here already this weekend, but there is one more day of this
session.” he said. His arms came up, and he grasped Susan’s shoulders in his hands.
“Today, I intend to use to practicing various types of bondage, so there will be considerably
less pain involved.” he continued.
Susan looked at him, feeling enormous relief at the news. She didn’t think she could endure
much more than what she’d already been through. Her heart sank a bit at what he said next.
“There is one thing however, that we should do right at the beginning, and that is to let you
feel the cane,” he said. “I want you to go to the foot of the wooden table, and facing it,
present yourself.” leaving no doubt in Susan’s mind that this was a command.
She shuffled past Peter and to the foot of the wooden table. Turning and facing it, she
spread her feet apart, then raised her arms, interlocking her fingers behind her head, then
pointed her elbows straight out from her body. She felt some stiffness in her joints as she
did this and reckoned that it was from the stringent bondage she had experienced the day
before.
She felt Peter moving behind her, and glanced down as he knelt behind her.
“Move forward a bit, so that you’re touching the table.” came his next order.
Susan shuffled her feet forward till the table touched her flesh, almost at her hips. Now she
did look down, and could see that Peter was attaching clips to her ankle cuffs, he then
secured each clip to an eyebolt that was near the base of each of the table’s sturdy legs.
When he had finished with the second ankle cuff, Susan’s legs were secured to the base of
either table leg, her legs spread well apart.
As Peter stood, Susan again raised her head, looking straight forward. Peter moved to the
far end of the table, then bent and retrieved two lengths of rope from the shelf beneath the
table’s top. Setting one length on the table, he quickly fed one end of the second through
the steel ring in the far corner of the table. When he was convinced that the rope was
secure, he repeated the process with the second length of rope in the other steel ring. He
tested the ****s he’d tied by tugging the ropes hard.
“Bend at your waist, and lie on the table.” he then told Susan.
She complied, taking her hands from behind her head, and using them on the table’s
surface to support her weight, she leaned forward till her upper body was pressed to the
wooden surface. She felt her bruised breasts, crushed beneath her.
“Now extend your arms above you.” came the next command.
Susan slid her arms along the table till her arms were extended above her head. Peter took
her right wrist and pulling it a bit further, fed the loose end of the rope attached to that
corner of the table, through the metal ring sewn into the leather cuff. He pulled the rope
tight, forcing her arm to extend fully, and then he quickly tied another **** at her wrist cuff.
Forcing her arm to remain stretched.
Peter grasped her left wrist and feeding the loose end of the other rope length through,
similarly pulled and tied that wrist cuff to the other corner ring. Susan was bent over the
table, legs secured and widely spread, and her arms were pulled up tautly and secured to
the two steel rings set into the far corners of the wooden table.
Peter moved to the side of the table, and Susan turned her head. She looked at him over
her stretched arm, and he was inspecting her bonds. In the next moment he’d turned and
walked to the wall where the various apparatus hang, and carefully selected a leather-
handled cane. He tested it by flicking the cane in the air several times.
Susan could hear the whooshing sound the cane made in the air as he expertly flicked his
wrist as he swung the cane with his arm. A lump rose in her stomach, and she was soon
filled with dread. She watched as Peter then walked back to the table’s side.
As he stood next to her, he said, “I want you to know that I could be very cruel with this.” He
continued, “I will not use it on your back or legs today, though I very well willin the future.
Also,” he added, “I’m only going to give you fifteen strokes with this cane.”
Susan heard his pronouncement of fifteen strokes and her stomach ****ted again. How
would she ever endure fifteen lashes on her already sore backside? Peter moved from her
line of sight, behind her, and toward the foot of the table.
Holding the cane in his left hand, he placed his right hand on Susan’s backside, feeling the
flesh of her there, running his hand softly from one side to the other. After a few moments,
he stepped back.
Transferring the cane to his right hand, Peter stood a bit further back, and laid the cane
across her bruised buttocks. He measured the distance in his mind, and had already
selected the spot where he wanted the first blow to land, at the top of her buttocks, just
below her lower back.
Susan felt the cane as he lay it on her backside, then suddenly it lifted. In another fraction of
a second, she heard the sickening whoosh as the cane traveled through the air, then heard
a loud “crack.” Only the smallest fraction of a second later, she felt the intense and very
concentrated pain at the top of her buttocks. She raised her head and with mouth wide
open, screamed at the top of her lungs.
Peter moved to the side of the table, where Susan lie, crying and screaming. He grabbed a
handful of her blonde hair and turned her head to him.
She felt his hand in her hair, and the pulling and she could see him through her tear-filled
eyes. She instinctively stopped her screaming, and wondered what Peter was doing. He
spoke.
“I want you to try and control yourself,” he said simply. “I know that his hurts, but I want you
to try and not cry out.” With that he released his grip and moved once again to the end of
the table.
Susan was taken aback with this request, or was it a command. Her backside already stung
terribly and this had been only the first of fifteen lashes she would have to endure.By the
time Peter had again taken his place, she made up her mind that she would not cry out
again.
Peter had lined up his next blow, and raising his arm, delivered it to the intended spot, just a
fraction of an inch below the first. With the blow, Susan’s head raised again, but only a loud,
“Ugh,” escaped from her lips. Tears were flowing from her eyes, and dripped onto the
wooden table top.
Peter was impressed with her effort, and continued to lash the backside presented to him.
After the first seven blows had landed, he moved to the opposite side of the table,
transferring the cane to his left hand. Taking careful and deliberate aim, he landed his next
blow. Susan was choking back her screams, and while she made sound, Peter was
impressed with her effort.
Susan could feel each torturous lash as it landed on her buttocks. It took all of her
concentration and effort to keep from crying out. Her eyes were filled with tears and she
subconsciously wriggled her legs trying to move them, as if somehow that would lessen the
pain in her backside.
Peter delivered the remaining lashes across Susan’s bouncing backside, noting the welts
that almost immediately raised after each. When he’d finished, he already knew what he
was going to do next, though he hadn’t planned it, he knew that he also couldn’t resist using
Susan’s backside. He moved across the floor to the wall, and hung the cane, by its handle,
on the proper hook, then moved to the wooden cupboard in the corner.
Opening the door of the cupboard, he removed a large jar of Vaseline, and carried it back to
the table. Susan was moaning softly, still crying. Peter stood behind her, and opening the
top of the jar, used the index and middle fingers of his right hand to scoop out a portion of
the lubricant. He moved his fingers to the tiny orifice that was Susan’s rear aperture and
applied the dollop of petroleum jelly around the hole.
Susan stopped whimpering, as she felt the cool jelly being applied to that opening. She was
surprised, rather than anything else, and could not imagine what was happening back there.
She then felt Peter’s finger pressing into her backside. Her first instinct was to resist, but she
fought the urge.
Peter moved his index finger through the opening, then slid it easily in and out of her several
times. In the next moment, he withdrew his finger, and set the jar of Vaseline on the floor.
He unbuckled his trousers, and opening the fly, he removed them entirely. He stepped from
his shoes before taking the them off his legs, then laid the trousers on the floor behind him.
He bent and got another dollop of Vaseline from the jar on the floor, and applied it to the
length of his erect penis.
Stepping forward, between his victim’s stretched legs, he pressed the head of his organ to
her tiny opening. Susan could feel the pressure there, as the head of his cock forced her
opening. In another moment, he was inside, but didn’t stop, instead, his entire length was
forced quickly and fully into her backside.
Peter had sunk into Susan and felt the warmth of her backside pressed against his loins. He
moved quickly into her depths and immediately began a quick thrusting deep into her
bowels. Susan was bent with arms stretched, absolutely powerless to prevent or avoid his
plundering back there. Her sobbing had slowed and while she found the ravage of her
backside somewhat painful, it was not nearly as bad as the cruel strokes with the cane.
Peter made no pretense of caring, he felt the muscles of Susan’s anus grip his shaft as he
plunged into her backside. In another minute, he came. Susan could feel his hardness
plunging into her, and when the moment for Peter came, she felt him swell inside of her,
then the catch of his breath as he held it for a second. In the next instant, she felt him tense
behind her holding himself deep within her bowels, and the throbbing of him as he spurt his
seed into her.
Peter remained inside of Susan for a minute, then stood, slipping from her. He turned and
went to the wooden cupboard and removing something from one of the shelves of the
cupboard, returned to the table. He stood next to Susan’s bound body, and she looked at
him, seeing a black rubber device in his hand.
:”Do you know what this is?” he asked, holding the thing out for her to see.
Susan looked at the object, and she did know what it was, “Yes, Sir.”
Peter held the butt plug in his hand, for Susan to see. The rubber object was about five
inches in length, and had a flared base which would prevent the plug from slipping entirely
inside of the wearer. The tip of the butt plug was rounded, then flared out to its widest part,
then sloping back in to its base. It was wide enough that it would stay inside of whomever
wore it without much likelihood that the wearer would be able to expel it.
Peter moved to the rear of the table, and bending used more of the Vaseline to lubricate the
rounded tip of the butt plug. He spoke, “I’m going to let you wear this for awhile, and as you
go about your day, every time you feel it inside of you, you can remember that my semen is
still inside of you back here.”
He lifted the plug, pressing its rounded tip to her opening. Susan could feel the pressure at
her anus, and fought the instinct to squeeze herself closed. She felt the pressure increase
and her sphincter being forced open, once again. Then she felt the terrible widening as it
traveled into her. She was being stretched terribly back there, then as the widest part
passed through her sphincter, it slid quickly and somewhat easily the rest of the way into
her.
It was uncomfortable, to be sure, and she felt the butt plug as it held her open a bit. She
wriggled her hips a bit, in her current position, it was just a bit, and felt it shift slightly inside
of her. As she felt this new sensation, she realized that Peter had picked up his clothes and
was walking through the door of the dungeon, leaving her alone.
Susan was bound over the wooden table, face down, with her feet on the floor, secured to
the legs of the table. Her buttocks were still hurting from the thrashing they had suffered
under the cane, and her tiny opening was held open with the butt plug filling it nearly to
capacity. She shifted as much as she could in her effort to alleviate some of the pressure on
her sore breasts that were pinned beneath her to the surface of the table.
Peter took his time, cleaning himself, washing and putting on clean clothes. He knew the
schedule he had laid out for Susan today, and while he hadn’t planned on taking her this
early, it would work to his advantage. He would take his time before returning, in order to
give Susan time to reacquaint herself with her status here.
He hadn’t intended to rehumanize this woman as soon as he had last evening. He knew
that some sort of kindness was in order, after all she had endured the day before. Perhaps
coming to her in her bed had been a mistake, but he didn’t really regret that act. He wanted
her to experience pleasure, perhaps not quite so soon.
Peter took his time and after putting on his clothes, went to the kitchen downstairs and had
his own breakfast. He ate and read the Sunday paper, at least those sections that were of
interest to him. Looking up at the clock on the wall, he noted that a little more than an hour
had passed since he had left Susan.
Susan was as Peter had left her, alone and stretched over the top of the table. She was
about to panic, Peter had not left her alone for this length of time before. While the stinging
in her backside had stilled to a dull pain, the plug still filled her, stretching her back there.
Then, after an eternity, she heard the door to the room open.
Peter walked to her and moving to the head of the table, slowly untied the ropes that held
Susan’s wrist cuffs. She lay very still as he finished, then he moved to the opposite end of
the table. He picked up the jar of Vaseline from the floor and returned it to the shelf beneath
the table. Moving behind her once again, he knelt and unfastened her ankle cuffs from the
eyebolts set into the table’s legs.
He allowed her to remain bent over the table’s top as he once again moved to the opposite
end. Susan raised her head a bit and watched as his fingers deftly worked the ****s of the
rope still tied to the metal rings at the two corners of the table. Once he’d untied the rope
lengths, he held them in his hand. He again moved to the foot of the table.
“I want you to stand and take a step back from the table now,” came the command.
Susan used her hands and arms to stiffly push herself upright. Once she had, she took a
step back. Her arms and legs were somewhat stiff from having been bound in such an
awkward position. She flexed her arms a bit as they hung at her sides.
Peter issued his next command, “I want you to bend forward, placing your hands on the
edge of the table.”
Susan wasn’t certain what he wanted, but leaning forward, she placed her hands on the
edge of the table.
“Now take another step back, and bend only at your hips.”
Susan complied with the order, bending at her waist, and stepping back a bit, her body bent
at ninety degrees at her waist. She saw Peter in the corner of her eye as he moved to her.
He then sat on the floor almost directly beneath her, still holding the two lengths of rope in
his hand.
Setting one of the rope lengths on the floor, Peter reached up with his free hand, and
stroked Susan’s left breast as it dangled from her torso. Reaching up, he held the end of the
rope at the top of her breast, grasping the length with his other hand, and wound the rope
around the base of her breast.
Susan watched curiously as Peter wound another loop of the rope around the base of her
breast. She winced as he pulled it tight, then another loop. She looked almost in fascination,
as he continued to wind the rope around her breast, it seemed that each loop was tighter
than that previous. In another moment, he held the other end of the rope, then deftly tied the
two ends of the rope together, tightly.
Peter moved from beneath her and stood, “I want you to stand now, and present yourself.”
he ordered.
Susan found that she had to shift her feet forward a bit then pushed herself from the table
using her hands. As she stood upright, she felt the butt plug shift a bit inside of her,then she
moved her feet apart, and raised her hands behind her head, interlocked her fingers there,
and pointed her elbows straight to her sides. She couldn’t resist the urge, and looked down
at her breasts. Her left breast had several coils of rope binding tightly, and it stood straight
from her body and was beginning to turn red from having the circulation cut off, she
supposed.
Peter stepped forward and tested the tightness of the rope, giving the **** several tugs. It
held securely as he pulled the rope straight forward, then up then down, thoroughly testing
its hold. He moved back and ordered Susan to reassume her bent position at the end of the
table.
Susan again bent at the waist, and grasped the end of the table with her hands, shuffling
her feet back, and bending at the waist until she once again achieved a ninety-degree angle
with her body. Peter moved in back of her to the other side and again sat on the floor.
Susan looked down and saw him pick up the second length of rope, then felt the now
familiar tightness as he wound this rope about her right breast.
As he finished, Peter once again stood and ordered Susan to once again present herself.
He watched the blonde woman as she stood upright, then lifting her arms, noting how her
smallish breasts stood stiffly from her body. He stepped to her, again testing the tightness of
the second rope around her breast. He then moved back.
Susan stood as he moved around her, then once again, to the cupboard in the corner
behind her. In a moment he returned, holding another length of rope, this one about twice
the length of those which bound her breasts so tightly.
“I want you to stand with your feet together, and hold your hands out.” he commanded.
Susan moved to comply, and holding her hands out, Peter set the rope on the table, and
removed her wrist cuffs. He set the cuffs on the table and picked up the rope then moved
behind the woman, ordering her to put her hands in back of her.
As she complied, she felt Peter grasping her hands behind her back, tugging them upward
till she was able to touch each elbow with the opposite hand. Peter held them in place and
quickly looped the end of the rope around one wrist and her lower arm of the other side,
holding them together. He quickly looped the length of the rope around her arms, repeating
this process until the entire length of her lower arms were coiled in the rope. She cupped
her elbows in either hand, her arms were bound most securely, almost perpendicular to the
floor as she stood.
Peter quickly tied the ends of the rope, then grasped Susan’s upper arm and guided her to a
position away from the table. He ordered her to stand with her feet apart, and she complied.
He then moved to the wall where the apparatus hung, and removed a metal bar from one of
the hooks.
Susan watched nervously as he knelt in front of her, laying the metal bar on the floor. She
saw that the bar was the same length as her feet were apart. Into each end was welded an
eyebolt, and she watched as Peter removed a carabineer clip from his pocket, opened it
and fed it first through the eyebolt in the bar, then through the metal ring of her ankle cuff.
He shifted a bit, then with another clip, secured her other ankle to the eyebolt welded to the
other end of the bar. Her feet were effectively held in the wide apart position.
Peter stood, with one hand, he removed another clip from his pocket, with the other he
fumbled a bit at the rope binding Susan’s left breast. Looking down, she could see him as
he worked his finger between her flesh and the rope that was wrapped around it. Once he’d
worked his finger through, he lifted a bit, separating the rope from her breast, then threaded
the clip through the first two strands of rope and released the clip as well as removing his
finger.
The clip stood up from her breast and Susan couldn’t’ begin to fathom what was happening.
She watched silently as Peter hooked another clip through two strands of the rope securing
her right breast. Retrieving yet another carabineer clip from his pocket, Peter used it to clip
the first two clips in the ropes of her breasts together. Susan, looking down, saw the three
clips, almost as if forming a chain holding the ropes of her breasts. She saw Peter as he
turned and moved to the wall, to the electrical control panel.
It came to Susan, that this was the exact spot in which she’d stood her first evening here. It
came to her only after she watched Peter operate a switch in the control panel, and heard
the hum of the electric motor above her. Looking up, she saw the chain lower slowly, then it
came to her what was probably about to happen.
Susan dare not move, her ankles had been secured to the spreader bar, held widely apart.
Her arms were bound tightly behind her, not allowing her the use of them to balance. She
stood rather precariously in her spot, dreading what she knew was about to happen. She
wanted to run, to escape this horrible event, but again the most helpless feeling
overwhelmed her as she had no other option than to allow it to happen.
Peter watched as the chain of the hoist slowly lower. He released the switch only after the
end of the chain had lowered to a point slightly below Susan’s breasts.
Susan eyed the chain as it lowered just in front of her face, then heard the electric motor of
the hoist stop as the chain dangled in front of her. She could see Peter as he moved from
the control panel and back to her. He quickly grasped the chain with one hand, using the
other to manipulate the carabineer clip holding the other two, opened it and fed it through
the link of the chain. She trembled at the thought of what she was about to undergo.
Peter moved quickly again to the control panel, and watching his victim carefully,operated
the hoist switch, this time in the opposite direction, causing the hoist to lift the chain. He
allowed the chain to raise, and noted that the slack had been slowly taken up. Susan raised
to her toes, though her feet were held widely apart by the spreader bar, in an effort to
alleviate the stress to her breasts. At this point, Peter stopped the hoist and moved to her.
Susan shifted a bit, up on her tiptoes, watching him as he again tested the strength of the
coils around her breasts. She was breathing rapidly now, almost in panic. After testing the
ropes, Peter lightly stroked the exposed tips of Susan’s breasts using both hands.
“I want you to refrain from crying aloud,” he said calmly. “I want you to do your best to stay
quiet,” he added. He then lowered his hands and moved, once again, to the control panel.
Susan was determined not to cry out, but was so very uncertain that she would be able to
do so. She looked down at her breasts, they had darkened even more in their bondage, and
they already hurt terribly. She heard the hum of the motor above her, and felt herself being
pulled even more, upward.
In another second, Susan felt herself being lifted from the floor by the hoist, pulling at the
ropes around her breasts. As she was lifted from the floor, her feet swung in unison,held
apart by the spreader bar. As they did, she felt the jerking in her breasts, by which she was
being lifted. She made a conscious effort to hold her legs still as the hoist lifted her nearly a
full twelve inches above the floor. And as she dangled there, her chest lifted and her back
arched, her hips were thrust forward, and she held her head slightly back, she was
overwhelmed by the terrible pulling sensation in her breasts, she felt the butt plug in her
backside, and oddly enough at that moment, remembered that Peter’s semen was still
inside of her.
When Peter had stopped the hoist, he walked toward Susan’s suspended body. He carefully
noted the ropes around each breast, looking for any sign of slipping. He also noticed that
her breasts were becoming darker in color, the nipple of each, standing out, as though they
had been inflated. He walked around her, and saw that the ropes pinning her arms together
were holding nicely.
Susan made a very conscious effort not to cry out, but occasionally a moan would escape
from between her lips. She felt the terrible pulling sensation, and the pain as her entire body
weight was being borne by her small breasts. She thought it odd how such small breasts
could be the source of such great agony.
In another moment, Peter moved around Susan once again. Reaching up, he felt the flesh
of her tightly constricted breasts. Her skin felt cool there, but he was well of any dangers to
watch for in this type of bondage, and there were absolutely no warning signs. Never-the-less, he
again walked to the control panel, and pressed the switch that operated the hoist.
Susan felt the hoist as it slowly lowered. In a minute or so, her feet were able to touch the
ground, but because her hips had been thrust forward, they hadn’t and she wasn’t aware. In
another moment, Peter stopped the lowering of the hoist and moved to her.
Susan was still suspended by her breasts, and Peter saw the predicament. After he had
stopped the hoist, he again walked to Susan, and bending in front of her, he pushed the
spreader bar down and back. When Susan felt her feet on the floor, she placed her weight
on them and stood. Though they were still bound, the weight had been removed from her
breasts and she was grateful for the respite.
Peter stood in front of her, and observed that Susan was perspiring from her face and neck.
The tension created by her bonds, obviously was the cause. He gave a gentle tug to the
clips that were attached to the ropes around her breasts. They were still tight and showed
no sign of slipping. He also noted that while he tugged at the ropes, Susan winced, but
made no sound.
After a few minutes, Peter turned and went to the control panel. Again, he operated the
switch, causing the hoist to raise. Susan heard the electric motor, and was filled with dread,
she’d thought that it was over. Instead, the hoist lifted the chain upward, and soon she again
stood on tiptoe, trying to avoid the horrible pain to come. In another several seconds, her
feet were once again about twelve inches above the dungeon floor. Her hips again had
thrust out, and her head fell back.
Peter stopped the hoist and from this distance, studied the very graceful and beautiful curve
that Susan’s suspended body made. He moved to the cabinet and retrieved his camera.
Peter stepped about ten feet in front of Susan’s dangling body, lifted the camera to his eye
and took a picture. He moved about, taking pictures from different angles, of this woman,
held in such a wonderfully beautiful pose. Peter was certain to take several pictures from the
rear, capturing her welted backside, and above that, her arms tied together.
After he’d taken more than a dozen photos, he again moved to the cupboard, and placing
the camera on one shelf, retrieved another object from another. He then walked to Susan,
holding the object.
Peter was standing in front of Susan, she couldn’t really see him with her head back, but
sensed when he moved closer to her helpless form. She’d been suspended for several
minutes this time, and she was in utter agony. Her breasts hurt tremendously, and then she
felt it.
Peter held in his hand, a tiny vibrator. Using his free hand, he operated the small switch in
its base, turning it on. He then placed the vibrator to Susan’s exposed sex, vibrating it ran
the length of her vulva.
Susan had not heard the soft hum of the vibrator when Peter first turned it on, but she felt
the vibrating instrument as it touched her opened sex. She could very easily feelit as Peter
moved it up and down her, then he used his free hand to open her vulva further. She could
feel the vibrating sensation as he teased her inner lips, then her opening. Without realizing,
she moaned, this time, not entirely from the pain she was being forced to endure.
Peter had teased her for awhile with the vibrating toy, then slowly moved it to her clitoris. He
moved it in tiny circles around the small protrusion, slowly and almost delicately. He heard
Susan’s moan, then a moment later a gasp, as he touched her clit with the vibrating tip of
the device.
Susan realized that in spite of her bondage, she was extremely excited. She felt the
vibration pass through her clitoris and even more deeply into her body. She felt a familiar
tingle, then only seconds later, the onset of her orgasm. In only another few seconds, her
climax was upon her. She moaned, then cried out with the pleasure that overcame her. She
started to kick her legs in the spreader bar thus causing even greater tension around her
breasts, and she didn’t care. They could be ripped from her body at this moment, and her
mind was focused entirely upon the pleasure of her climax.
Peter saw the approach of her climax, her breathing had become rapid and ragged. He
heard her moan, and cry as it overcame her. In a moment, she’d cried, “Oh, I’m
cumming!!!” then again, “Oh my God, I’m cumming,,,,,,”
Her body shook and trembled and she tried kicking with her feet held together by the
spreader bar. He couldn’t help but notice that her tiny fountain had once again been
awakened, and while not in large quantity, Susan was ejaculating. Peter held the tiny
vibrator to her clit for another few seconds, and as her climax started to subside, he
removed the vibrator altogether. He shut the vibrator off as he moved to the control panel.
At the control panel, he operated the switch for the hoist, slowly lowering Susan. This time,
he allowed the chain to lower much further than before, and it appeared that Susan either
didn’t know, or perhaps didn’t care that while she could have stood, her feet were still in
front of her. Had Peter continued to lower the chain, she would have been sitting. Peter
stopped the hoist then moved to her.
Using his hands on Susan’s hips, he lifted, helping her to regain her feet. Susan was still
breathing heavily, her eyes seemed a bit glazed over, and sweat was dripping from her
upper body. Once she’d gathered her hobbled feet beneath her, Susan stood on her own.
Her head now hung forward, her chin nearly touching her upper chest. Her knees were
weak, and she had a moment of trouble standing on her widely spread feet. As she slowly
opened her eyes, she could see her darkened breasts. The exposed tips of her breasts had
swollen and appeared as though they may explode. Her nipples looked as if they were
about to burst.
Once Peter saw that Susan was able to stand on her own, he moved around and behind
her. His fingers quickly worked the ****s that held the rope binding her arms. He unlooped
the rope, and in a minute, Susan’s arms were free. Peter allowed them to fall at her sides,
as he moved around in front of her.
Next Peter unhooked the clip fastened to the chain, and took it from the other two clips
threaded through the ropes. He then removed each of the clips that he’d fed through the
ropes binding Susan’s breasts.
Working quickly, he untied the **** of the rope at her right breast, then letting the ends of
the rope dangle, worked the **** of the rope at her left breast. Once undone, he used both
hands to unwind the ropes around both breasts at the same time. Once he’d worked the last
loop, he tossed the ropes and clips aside.
Susan felt the pressure in her small breasts lessen as Peter removed the ropes. When they
were off, she felt the new pain, as blood returned to her breasts. She looked down as Peter
used his hands to gently massage her breasts, trying to aid in restoring circulation.
Surprisingly, she was still mindful of Peter’s earlier admonition about making noise, and only
with a great effort was able to keep from crying out.
After gently massaging Susan’s tender breasts for a full two minutes or so, Peter moved to
the table and picked up Susan’s wrist cuffs. He returned and buckled the cuffs around her
wrists. He made sure they were secure, then moved back.
“Would you like some water?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” came her reply. She was thirsty, but was wondering why Peter had left the
spreader bar attached to her ankle cuffs. Her arms were tingling a bit, but the soreness in
her breasts were her greatest concern at this moment.
Peter left the room for just a few moments, and returned with a chilled bottle of water. He
opened the top, then handed it to Susan. She reached up with her wrists cuffed, and took
the bottle gratefully. She held it to her lips and drank thirstily. As she did,a bit had dribbled
from her mouth, down her chin, and landed on her breasts. It felt cold on her flesh, but she
continued to drink.
When she’d nearly finished the entire bottle of water, Susan looked at Peter who simply
held out his hand. She handed the bottle to him, allowing her arms to again fall to her sides.
Peter set the bottle of water on the floor, then moved and picked up the carabineer clips
he’d tossed aside earlier. Moving again to Susan, he reached and grasped first her right
wrist, and fed the clip through the metal ring, then grasped her left wrist and threaded the
clip through its ring. He then reached back a bit and grasped the length of chain, and lifting
its end, threaded the clip through the last link of the chain.
Susan’s arms dropped in front of her, as there was plenty of slack. But she watched as
Peter moved once again, to the control panel on the wall. She saw him move the switch to
the hoist, and heard the noise made by the electric motor of the hoist. Slowly, ever so slowly
her arms raised by her wrist cuffs, clipped to the chain. She had a million thoughts, but
could not imagine what was to follow.
In just a few moments, actually several seconds, her arms were extended above her head.
The chain continued to pull them upward, and again she found herself standing on tiptoes.
Peter stopped the hoist at this point. Susan, with effort could stand on her toes,her feet still
held widely apart by the spreader bar. He estimated that about half her weight was on her
toes, the other borne by her wrists. This was exactly the position he was looking for.
Susan watched nervously as Peter once again crossed the room to the wooden cupboard in
the corner. He walked back to her with a small plastic bucket in his hand, stopping in front of
her, and setting the bucket on the floor. From the bucket, he removed a plastic wrapped
package, and as he opened it, Susan could see that it held about twenty-five or thirty
wooden clothes pins. These clothes pins were the kind with the metal spring that held the
jaws of the pin shut.
Peter fumbled for a minute, as he removed the plastic wrapping, then holding the package
over the bucket, allowed the clothes pins to fall into the bucket. He quickly discarded the
plastic wrapper and bending, he retrieved one of the loose clothes pins from the bucket. He
moved to Susan, and with his free hand, fondled her breast.
Susan looked down and saw his fingers as they kneaded the flesh of her sore breast. After
a moment, he stroked the skin, then pinched a spot about four inches above her nipple
between his thumb and forefinger. She watched almost with disbelief as his other hand
moved and pinching the jaws of the clothes pin open, placed the opened jaws over her
pinched skin, then allowed the jaws of the pin close. He’d lowered his hands, but Susan
stared at her pinched flesh, between the jaws of the clothes pin. It was new, so there was
no doubt that it pinched cruelly, and it was only through her greatest effort, that Susan did
not cry out.
Peter bent and retrieved another clothes pin from the bucket, and again pinched the flesh of
her breast, this time above and slightly inward from her nipple, and he attached the clothes
pin to her pinched skin. Soon, Susan saw through her tear-filled eyes, that he had created a
circular pattern around her breast. There were six clothes pins around her breast, Peter
created an identical pattern around her other breast.
Susan could feel the tiny stabbing pain that each of the clothes pins created around her
already sore breasts. There was a particularly sharp pain that emanated from the clothes
pins that were clamping the tender flesh around each breast. Susan continued to follow
Peter’s movements as he completed the circle around her breast, and he bent again to
retrieve another clothes pin from the bucket. As he stood this time, he pinched the flesh just
below her right breast, clamping the clothes pin in its place. Susan followed as he clamped
four more clothes pins more inward and lower than the previous.
When he’d finished with her right side, Peter applied a series of five more clothes pins this
time coming from below her left breast. Susan could see the pattern, the clothes pins trailed
from each breast, over her stomach, and had almost created an arrow that pointed to her
sex. She groaned, as she knew most certainly what was to come next, and sure enough,
this time as Peter plucked another clothes pin from the bucket, he knelt in front of her.
Reaching up with his free hand, he pinched the flesh of her puffy outer lip, and clamped the
clothes pin onto her vulva. Susan couldn’t see between her legs, but felt the pain each time
Peter applied another clothes pin to her labia. Soon, one side of her sex was decorated with
four clothes pins, and Peter repeated the process with her other.
With both hands, Peter spread the clothes pins, and Susan’s vulva apart. He stroked the
soft folds of her sex with one hand, the other holding the clothes pins apart. Soon, he’d
been able to capture the smaller thinner inner lip of her between his thumb and forefinger,
and holding it, retrieved another clothes pin, clamping it onto this extra sensitive area.
Susan moaned without realizing it. She felt the stabbing pain as he attached this clothes pin
to her, and she knew exactly where it had been clamped. She closed her eyes and felt as
he grasped the other smaller lip with his fingers, a second later another searing source of
pain.
Peter retrieved two more clothes pins from the bucket and stood. He looked directly into
Susan’s face and even with her eyes tightly closed, could see her face contorted in her pain.
He waited for nearly a minute until she opened her eyes. When she did open her eyes, she
saw Peter through her tears, holding the clothes pins. He looked down at her breasts, then
lifted one of the pins, and using the fingers of one hand, he tweaked the nipple of her right
breast, then lifting his other hand, clamped the clothes pin directly onto the swollen bud of
her nipple.
It was as if someone had stabbed her in the breast with a dagger. Susan couldn’t stop the
short scream that followed. She wriggled about, as much as her precarious position on her
tiptoes allowed. Peter saw the pins wriggle a bit on her breasts as she jerked. He gave her
another moment, then massaged the light brown nipple of her left breast. Once he had
gripped it between thumb and forefinger, he lifted the remaining clothes pin and clamped it
firmly on her nipple.
Susan cried for a minute, then her crying turned to sobs. She was still on her tiptoes and
held precariously by her wrists far above her head. She could see Peter again at the
cupboard, then walking toward her. In his hand he held two long leather boot laces. He had
also retrieved the tiny vibrator from the cupboard, which he quickly put into his pocket. Now
he was tying the ends of each together, in an effort to create one long single leather strand.
When he was again standing in front of Susan, she’d regained her composure, sobbing
occasionally, she wondered what he was about to do with the leather string. She thought
that he might use it to whip her, but instead her eyes followed as he lifted one end of the
leather lace and carefully threaded it through the opening of the metal clamp of the clothes
pin on her left nipple. He pulled the lace until the **** holding the two laces together was
between her breasts, then picked up the opposite end of the lace and threaded that end
through the clothes pin on her right nipple. The **** was centered between the two clothes
pins clamping her nipples. Dropping one long end of the lace, Peter began to thread the
other end through the metal springs of each clothes pin around her right breast, then further
through those pins that trailed down her body. When he’d reached the last pin before those
adorning her labia, he dropped the loose end, and reaching to her left breast, began
threading the other end of the lace through each pin surrounding that breast, and again
through the pins that ran down from there.
Once Peter had the leather lace through each pin around Susan’s nipples, breasts, and
those running down her torso, he knelt in front of her. With his free hand, he pulled the first
clothes pin at the top of her labia out a bit, so he could thread the leather lace through, then
the next, then the next. Once he’d finished threading the four pins of her larger outer lip, he
tugged the pin clamping her softer inner lip, and threaded the lace through that.He dropped
the end of that lace and began to thread the leather lace through the clothes pins running
down and inside the other side. He finished by threading the leather lace through the last
clip of her inner labia, and then let the loose end dangle from her.
Peter stood, Susan was sobbing only occasionally, her eyes open and head hung. She
stared at the clothespins as they protruded from her body, her flesh clamped firmly in each.
Peter reached up and gently pulled any slack from the leather lace, and then through the
next clothespin, till all the slack had come out, he tugged at the dangling ends of the leather
lace. Almost two feet of the lace were dangling from the each of the clothes pins that held
her labia minor.
Peter reached into his pocket and removed the tiny vibrator. Using his free hand he turned
the plastic device on, then reached and grasped the two strands of leather that dangled
from below Susan’s sex. He gently tugged at the lace, noticing Susan wince as he did,then
moved forward a bit and applied the vibrating device to her sex.
Susan felt the vibrator, as Peter moved it slowly and purposefully about. She could feel it
even more intensely as it would occasionally touch one of the wooden clothes pins or
another. The vibrating noise increased loudly as it would touch a wooden clamp. In only a
few moments, Susan became aware that she was once again, in spite of the mighty pain
that enveloped her breasts and groin, aware that she had become aroused.
From her tiptoed position, with arms stretched cruelly above her head, she felt the
moistness between her legs. Even a drop of her fluid as it escaped her sex and began to
run a tiny trail down her inner upper thigh. She closed her eyes, and felt the vibrating
sensation in her moist sex.
Peter held the leather laces in his hand, while with the other, skillfully manipulated the small
vibrator about Susan’s sex. He finally guided the device to her clitoris, and replicated his
earlier movements with the vibrator, slowly circling her tiny clit. All the while, he watched her
face closely. He was already familiar with her pattern, and it hadn’t escaped his attention,
that her breathing came faster and more ragged.
Peter knew that in this exercise, timing was important. He was watching Susan very
carefully, looking for that first indication that her climax was approaching. He continued to
circle the tiny vibrator around her clitoris, occasionally rubbing the tiny nodule with the
vibrating tip. In another moment, he saw her climax about to unfold.
Susan felt nothing other than the tiny vibrator as Peter teased her clitoris with it. She felt the
tingle, which she knew was the very beginning of what she knew was to be an enormous
orgasm. It built up deep within her, and she allowed her head to hang back, her eyes closed
tightly, concentrating on the feeling down there. She moved her hips forward just a bit, and
knew she was about to cum, when suddenly nothing but sheer agony. The pain started in
her pussy, and it felt as though her flesh was being torn from her body. The pain rose
higher, up her stomach, then to her breasts and it felt as though they were being torn from
her body as well. At the same instant, she came, in spite of the terrible pain now in her
nipples.
Peter had timed it well. By now, he recognized the stages of Susan’s climax, and as she
was only a second away, he pulled the leather cords, hard and away from her, tearing the
clothes pins from her flesh. He did his best to hold the vibrator to her clitoris as he did, and
had to quickly grip the leather laces higher, in order to pull the clothes pins surrounding her
breasts from her. He watched as the last two pins, those clamped over her nipples, pulled
her flesh far from her, then released their grip. As they came off, he refocused his effort at
holding the vibrator tightly against Susan’s clit.
Susan screamed, at the top of her lungs. She bucked her hips, her spread feet leaving the
floor. The pain was overwhelmed only by the intensity of her orgasm. She was very aware
this time, of her ejaculation. She could feel the fluid escaping, in fact, squirting from her
opening down there. She swayed from the chain, by her wrist cuffs, her feet trying to flail
about. She was in utter ecstasy the most pleasurable throbbing filled her groin, still
ejaculating even several seconds later.
As Peter watched her orgasm start to ebb, he moved the vibrator from her, turning it off. He
stood back and watched this beautiful woman as she hung by her wrists, writhing and
moaning loudly. He could clearly see the small marks left by each of the clothes pins, trailing
from her breasts to between her legs. He also noted again, the blush across Susan’s
breasts created by the large flow of blood rushing to them during her climax.
Only after nearly a full minute, Susan tried to regain her feet. Peter stepped forward and
grasping her hips in both hands, helped her to regain a somewhat unsteady perch on her
tiptoes. Once she was fully capable of her position, he moved to the control panel on the
wall.
He wordlessly operated the switch, lowering the chain and Susan’s arms. When the end of
the chain was almost at Susan’s eye level, he stopped the hoist, and moved to her.
Kneeling in front of Susan, he removed the clips holding her ankle cuffs to either end of the
spreader bar. He set the bar aside, then stood. Raising his hands, he unclipped her wrist
cuffs from the chain, then from each other. He watched her carefully, and feeling that she
may still be a bit unsteady, he gave her permission to kneel on the floor.
Susan heard the order and knelt, than sat back on her lower legs. She was immediately
reminded of the butt plug that still rested deeply in her backside, then the welts left by the
cane, striping her bottom. As she rested in this position, Peter moved about, picking up the
clothes pins still threaded on the leather lace, and placed them in the bucket. He picked up
all of the carabineer clips along with the lengths of rope and carried it all to the cupboard.
After placing the items aside, he moved to retrieve the canvass folding chair that stillsat
next to the table.
Carrying the chair over, he set it on the floor in front of Susan, then sat and asked, “Are you
gong to live?” with a chuckle.
Susan acknowledged that she was, and wondered to herself about how she did feel.
Ordinarily she would be resentful, more accurately, angry at having been put through the
pain she’d just been made to endure. She realized however, that she had never climaxed
the way she just had ever in her life, with the possible exception when she had electrodes
shocking her to climax the day before. Her heart still pounded in her chest, her breathing
was starting to return to normal, and she felt a warmth within, and lifted her head to look at
Peter.
As she looked into his eyes, she realized that she truly loved this man. She wasn’t certain at
all how or why, only that one inescapable fact, she loved him.
Peter could see a softness in Susan’s blue piercing eyes, and felt a similar warm sensation
inside his own chest. He knew that he couldn’t talk about it or reveal it in any way, but he
was moved that this beautiful woman had endured the pain she had, because she knew it
pleased him.