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Fit To Be Tied (Fdom-M, revenge, S&M, bond)
by Anonymous BBS Author 1998

**

Tina had been looking for that one special man. The kind of 
stud who would counter her demands for submission, slowly get 
to his feet and burst from his binds. But the Queen of the 
Dominatrix' had yet to find him. The men whom she visited all 
fell to their knees and begged her for mercy, plaintively 
asking in a weak voice for her to be gentle.

Of course, Tina never was. Her reputation was solid. She was a 
beautiful women, with a gorgeous, firm body.  She was the kind 
of women that men on the streets mistook for an easy lay.  But 
those who knew her and used her, and wound up tied and pained 
beneath her lashing leather whips and rawhide, knew better. 
Tina would turn without a warning into a searing, dominating 
woman; and strong men would cower beneath her, their pricks 
hard and throbbing with the excitement of their humiliation. 
"Lick my boots, you scum," Tina would demand.

And her man would gratefully slide his tongue along the highly 
polished leather. "Lick higher, you deserve to be beaten, but I 
will allow you the pleasure!" And he would go higher, up her 
naked thigh and to her leather garter. Her moist cunt would be 
naked, and she would reach down and tightly grab him by the 
hair and yank his face up to her sweet honey pie. She would 
spread her legs and pull him between and then clamp her thighs 
around his head. 

The pain would be intense, but it would only serve to increase 
the rapidity at which his tongue worked. "You are nothing! You 
are lucky to be this close to the ultimate in humanity-a 
woman!" He would continue licking, straining his tongue to 
reach as far inside her as he could. And then she would 
violently push him further between her legs. "You deserve 
nothing as good as my asshole, you scum! Eat it and lick it!" 
And he would, and when she was finished, Tina would throw him 
to the floor, tie his ankles to his wrists and roll him around 
and around on the floor, digging the six-inch spike of her heel 
into the small of his back.

He would scream in terror, and when she leveled her foot 
against his throbbing cock, he would blanch. She would laugh 
sardonically. "Afraid to lose the jewels, eh? You think a women 
cowers before you because of your hardness!  You fool!" And 
then she would release her grip, pull him too his feet and bind 
to the manacles hanging from a two by four piece of redwood. 
The naked man, his head lowered, would wait. And Tina would 
begin.

With her cat-o-nine tails and her rawhide whip she would slash 
the pink flesh of her victim. He would beg for mercy.  And 
oftentimes he would admit his guilt and cry for forgiveness 
over a sin. When the threshold of pain was reached, the man 
would come. And Tina would inflict the final humiliation by 
squeezing the base of his prick and keeping him from coming. 
Then, as she yelled her obscene abuses, she would gradually 
loosen her grip until the man was allowed to ejaculate.

Tina was good, very good. She had taken the most powerful and 
humiliated them into complete subjection. But the challenge to 
herself had never come, and Tina was always looking out for it. 
Secretly, she had expected some all-powerful executive to 
finally bring her to it. But when it finally came, it came from 
the most unexpected of sources.

His name was Frank, and he was nothing more then a house 
painter. But he had heard the stories from some of his clients.  
He called Tina one evening after the proper recommendation from 
one of her regular clients. They arranged a meeting for later 
that night. Tina arrived prepared. Wearing her leather bra with 
the holes for her nipples, the thigh length leather stocking, 
her garter belt and her spiked shoes. She carried a suitcase 
containing her ropes and leather, and her gag. Frank greeted 
her in the nude. He was powerfully built, tall and with 
menacing brown eyes. He smiled sardonically at the woman. For 
the first time in her life, Tina realized that she had met her 
match. "I've heard from my friends," Frank began in a low, 
smooth voice, "That you enjoy humiliation."

Tina did not speak. She did not know which way Frank meant it.  
She dropped her long coat which covered her leather outfit. Her 
nipples stood firm and rigid, and her pubis shown beneath the 
bare overhead light. The room was furnished sparingly, with 
only a table and a ladder. It was a room unlike any other Tina 
had ever seen. Frank stood across from her, his eyes devouring 
her body. He fondled himself, and began masturbating. His cock 
grew to incredible proportions.  Tina began to feel her juices 
flow.

"This is where the power lays, baby," Frank said, holding his 
cock out. "And any bitch women who comes along and degrades my 
brothers for possessing one has got to be taught a lesson." 
Tina backed away from him. She had never known fear in a 
confrontation before, but now she did. Frank grabbed her hard 
by the arms and immediately put her into a half-nelson. Before 
she could react, he had her wrists tied, and was shoving her 
own leather gag around her mouth.

Tina struggled, her buttocks writhing against Frank's hard 
prick. He slapped her hard, leaving a red welted imprint of his 
hand on her smooth white flesh. "Bitch!" Frank screamed, then 
threw her onto the table. 

Tina tried to kick at him with her spiked heel, but he was able 
to grab her ankle in mid-air, and immediately cinch both ankles 
to rope which bound her wrists. "Does it hurt, bitch? Do you 
feel the pain? Is this where the power is?" Frank stood above 
her, grinning ruefully into the startled brown eyes. "Are you 
nothing but a slimy cunt looking for men to humiliate and 
torture?" Tina shook her head, then screamed into the gag. 
Which each movement of her body, she tightened the ropes which 
bound her. 

Frank stepped up to the table and held his cock against her 
cheek.  He rubbed the head in circles against her skin, then 
stepped back suddenly and slapped her hard on the face. Once 
again, Tina flinched, and once again, the pain riddled her body 
with an electric jolt. "Enough of this," Frank said calmly as 
he began untying the ropes.  "Let's take you to the limit. 
Let's pay you back for all those slobs who've bowed down to 
your fucking cunt!" 

Tina was beyond resisting further. The room spun. The images of 
the men she had tied and gagged popped into her mind.  Their 
faces pink and frightened, their cocks hard and throbbing, the 
plaintive voices agreeing with each one of her verbal assaults. 
She felt Frank against herself as she stood-felt his hard, 
throbbing prick between her thighs and up against the outer 
lips of her pussy. Frank rubbed himself there, and Tina was 
surprised to notice that her love juices were dripping like 
honey down between her legs.

Frank ripped at her bra and garter, then tied her wrists 
tightly, leaving her feet free.  He held her by the nape of the 
neck, squeezing hard and dragged her to the ladder. With 
incredible ease, he lifted her onto the ladder and bound her to 
one of the rungs. Naked except for her stockings, Tina was 
suspended a few feet off of the floor, her legs spread and 
leering Frank standing below her.  He stared at her cunt, then 
violently inserted two fingers into her vagina.  Tina screamed 
again, and once again, the cry was muffled beneath the gag.  
Frank laughed. Then he switched position and sat her down, 
yanking her legs even further apart. And once again, he jammed 
his fingers into her soiled pussy. But the screams of pain were 
not as intense this time. 

Tina watched the man beneath her, felt his long fingers deep 
inside herself, and tried to close her thighs around his hand. 
She wanted him; there was nothing more she could think. She 
stared wide-eyed at his large cock and hungered for it. She was 
beyond caring about her own pain, and she merely wanted to 
please him.  She had traveled the barren desert between pain 
and pleasure and wanted now to make the return journey. Whether 
or not this cruel, grinning man would allow her that reprieve 
was a question she could not answer. 

Frank used the ladder for a few more positions, then pulled her 
off. Now, he reached for her stockings and ripped them from her 
leg. "You're naked and vulnerable now.  Nothing but a stone 
bitch in heat!" 

He slammed her onto the small table and tied her again. Her 
nude body writhed in pain as he pulled the ropes tighter and 
tighter. Tears rolled down Tina's eyes as she felt her muscles 
being stretched, and the rope digging into her flesh. She could 
not stop moving now, her cunt was throbbing and pain was 
riddling her body with its bolts of shock.

Frank stood next to the table, moving her and hitting her, and 
retying the knots and tightening the ropes. Every few minutes, 
he would stand back and hold himself, sliding his hand 
violently up and down the shaft of his prick. Tina would watch 
him, silently begging that he would allow her to take him 
inside her mouth. Finally, Frank had her tied so that she was 
in a fetal position, with her knees to her chin. He walked up 
to her holding his prick and laughed. "This is for all the poor 
bastards who you stopped when it was their time!" 

Frank held his cock pointed at her face. He began masturbating 
hard, and Tina watched, fascinated and excited, as the initial 
stream of jism shot from his tip and landed on her cheek. At 
that moment, she began writhing like a trapped animal, 
oblivious of the pain it caused her.

Tina was having the most powerful orgasm of her life. What had 
been a silent challenge to all of those men who she had 
humiliated had been answered by Frank. And beneath her gag she 
smiled as her cunt exploded and semen streamed down her face.
