tina@mcs.com (Tina Sikorski)
No-Win Situation

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distribution is allowed nor can anyone receive money for any sort of
distribution with the author's express written consent.  (C) 1994 by the author

This story is about consensual but heavy B&D with some S&M thrown in. If
bondage, whips, chains, and the concept of willing slavery bother you, this
might be a good time to stop reading.

Otherwise, enjoy!



About an hour before I leave work, a sealed envelope and package addressed to
me appears on my deak. I internally shiver, knowing that it is from my Master
and that the package must surely contain a video, but the instructions on the
envelope say "Do not open until the commute home."  My remaining time at work
seems to pass agonizingly slow, and I'm glad for the private office; my
distraction would probably be obvious to anyone.

On the way home, I settle into a back seat on the bus and open the envelope.

     Instructions for my Slave for the night:
     
     When you arrive at home, you will immediately upon closing the
     door strip naked and kneel in the nearest corner for
     approximately 5 minutes. At this time, you will crawl on all
     fours to the bedroom, bringing with you the video I have
     supplied.

     Insert the tape in the player and begin watching it, doing your
     best to pay attention to it as you obey the rest of these
     instructions. Once you have completed them, you will assume a
     face-up lying position, making sure that you can see the TV
     easily so that you can watch the movie. Bring the remote with
     you.

     Insert and secure within you a vibrator and turn it on. You may
     secure it as you wish, but make sure that it cannot accidentally
     be removed, and that it will be fairly easy for me to remove it
     when I desire. Place yourself into bondage that includes collar,
     manacles, and breast bondage, making sure you are as helpless as
     possible with your legs spread wide to await my arrival. Your
     right hand may be left loosely bound so that if you must remove
     yourself from bondage it will be possible, and also so that you
     may rewind and rewatch scenes.

     You are forbidden to have an orgasm. I will question you on this
     when I arrive, and punishment will be meted out accordingly for
     any disobedience.

     your Owner and Master

I nearly miss my stop because of my beginning fantasies and
excitement. When I get upstairs, I strip and kneel, as per my Master's
orders. The five minutes I must wait are nearly excruciating and even
without any stimulation other than the knowledge of my slavery and
obedience I am extremely aroused. When the time is up, I crawl slowly
to the bedroom, imagining my Master leading me there as He sometimes
does, missing His presence but knowing that later He will be here.

I open the package with the movie and look at it. It is a fairly
hardcore movie about white slavery; the kind of kidnap, rape and force
to submit movie that my Master knows is one of my deepest if not to be
realized fantasies. He and I have played the kidnap and rape game, and
some of my most intense pleasure has come from it. We have also
watched similar movies; He had noted that I seemed to have an extreme
ability to submerse myself into the roles of the various captives
within such movies and ordered me to fantasize about such things
before.

The movie begins, and I find a vibrator and insert it to its full
length, then turn it on. A pair of tight underwear is sufficient to
ensure that it will not slip out of place, but will be easy for my
Master to remove. We have an entire drawer full of underwear and
clothing that he may tear off of me when I wear it, found in thrift
stores and therefore cheap---cheaper than much of the porn we also use
as sexual aids. On the screen, an innocent looking teenager has been
shoved against a wall and is being handcuffed, collared, and led to a
van.  For a moment I forget that I am supposed to be doing anything
else, so captivating is the scene; I barely refrain from an orgasm.

Bringing myself under at least partial control, I sit on the bed and
begin my bondage. Manacles on my wrists and ankles...fairly standard
but still one of my (and my Master's) favorites. I lock the ankle
manacles and the left wrist one on. Another lock is used to lock on
the collar I choose---not a large one but very definitely there.

A rope to go around my waist and then up criss-cross and circling
around my breasts, making them stand out a bit more than normal. I
leave this fairly loose, however, since I do not know when my Master
will arrive, and He would not wish me to damage his property---me.
Besides, I enjoy pain, but discomfort can be intolerable. Again my
attention is drawn to the screen. The girl is being pulled from the
van and forced to her hands and knees. I shiver in delight as I watch
the guard drag her by a leash to a room where she is chained face
against a wall, spread-eagled. She is left in the dark, and there is a
scene pause; letting me return to my own bondage. The pleasure of the
vibrator is beginning to build, but I am still sufficiently connected
to the real world to complete my self-bondage.

I decide against nipple clamps; with the breast bondage it seems
excessive this time. Laying back on the bed, I draw my legs up, knees
bent, so that my left ankle is very near my left wrist. I attach them
to one another, which forces my left leg to remain where it is. The
right leg will be a bit more complicated with the left hand already
tied, but the chain has clips on either end for just this purpose. I
run the chain from my right ankle to a ring on the collar, threading
it through the ring on the wrist manacle first. This leaves the
illusion of my right hand being bound, but in reality, I can move it
to either clip and begin the removal of said bondage quite easily and
quickly, if necessary.

Somehow, I don't envision wanting to do that.

I look at the screen and realize I have missed the beginning of the
poor girl's beating, so I rewind it a bit. The door to her cell opens,
and several men walk in. One of them begins to whip her with a
cat-o-nine. I wince with remembered pain, but I also breathe harder.

The action on the screen gets more intense, and I begin to lose
control. I know that I will be punished if I attain orgasm, but as the
captive girl kneels at the feet of her captor and is forced to kiss
his boots, my first orgasm begins.  I become engrossed in the movie,
identifying with the captive as she is gang raped, sodomized, beaten,
and trained to submit. In the last scene of the movie, as she kneels
at her new Master's feet, I have my 5th...or is it 6th?...orgasm.

I am about to rewind to watch one of the gang bangs when I realize
that my Master is in the room. He walks to me, takes the remote, and
turns the tape and TV off. He is holding the riding crop, and just
seeing that causes yet another minor orgasm. He looks down upon me,
with an indescribably dominant expression on His face. I struggle not
to make the orgasm count 8; doomed, of course, to fail, as He reaches
for a nipple and squeezes and twists it, greeting me with "Good
evening, Slave. It seems as if you have obeyed all but one of your
instructions."

I whimper a bit, knowing that I can not, will not lie to Him about the
number of orgasms, and knowing that the punishment goes up in a
definitively non-linear fashion with each orgasm. He lightly slaps my
thigh with the riding crop, nearly causing number 9. I say nothing,
waiting for Him to ask me.

With no warning, he rips apart the underwear and pulls out the
vibrator, turning it off and putting it down elsewhere. He unzips his
pants---clearly he has been anticipating this as he is both very erect
and already wearing a condom. Without bothering to undress, he climbs
between my legs and enters me with a slam. So much for will power (as
the count hits 9). It does not take him long to pleasure himself,
which he does in utter silence. His orgasm is explosive.

He removes himself, and begins unlocking my bondage, still silent. I
lie in trepidation, waiting for Him to say something, anything. He
rolls me onto my stomach, and locks me face-down, legs spread only
slightly, arms tied together and to the head of the bed. Still He says
nothing. Finally, the pressure is too much, and I speak, knowing that
if He is in that kind of mood that speaking without permission may get
me in more trouble. "Master?" I say, in a soft and submissive tone.

"You may speak, Slave." He says, emphasizing the word "slave". I
shiver at that, then continue. "I have a confession about my
disobedience to make, and request that you punish me."

"I know you have been disobedient, Slave. I ordered you not to come,
and yet when I arrived you were lying writhing in ecstasy on the bed.
How many orgasms did you have, and what do you think a suitable
punishment might be?"

"I had 9, Master. I apologize for disobeying your orders, but it was
not willful. Please be merciful towards me. Perhaps 20 lashes?"

"You disobeyed me nine times and you think you can get away with a
mere 20 lashes? Even counting your mitigating circumstances, I think
you must endure more than that." He pauses for a moment. "You shall
receive 50 strokes on the ass with the crop. Following that, I will
allow you a rest break, after which you will receive 20 lashes with
the cowhide whip on the back. When that is done, you will masturbate
in front of me until you have come an additional 3 times."

I shudder. This is a fairly harsh punishment. The crop's strokes
should be bearable enough most of the way through, but I won't be able
to sit comfortably for an hour or two. The lashes will be worse---I
know the whip He means and I have received bruises from it. But , as
nearly any woman (and perhaps many men) can tell you, having had
numerous orgasms, it becomes more and more difficult to deliberately
achieve them, and begins to get quite painful.

Still, I do not argue with my Master. It may seem harsh, but in
reality He and I discussed this very type of scene in the past, and
underneath the faux fear I am genuinely enjoying this no-win
situation. I bow my head to the mattress in submission as he the first
strokes of the crop begin...



Author's notes:

Consensual BDSM play between two or more partners can be very
enjoyable, but caution must be taken to ensure all parties' safety.
While the thrill of being tied helpless and alone may fuel your
fantasies, I strongly recommend against any sort of solo bondage
unless you are very used to placing yourself in it in such a way that
there is no chance you cannot, in case of physical or mental need,
nearly immediately get free. The danger far outweighs the pleasure. If
you do wish to experiment with solo bondage, do it with a partner or a
trusted friend present in the apartment until you know what you can or
cannot get loose of. Even then, I would strongly recommend you avoid
it as a regular practice.

In addition, if you are going to engage in BDSM play, whether
experimentally or as a lifestyle, be sure you negotiate limits and
boundaries thoroughly before beginning. Even for a single session, a
contract outlining wants, needs, and things to stay away from can be
useful. It is very easy to go too far, and that can be both physically
and mentally injurious. Most importantly, be sure you set a
distinctive easily remembered word or short phrase, a safe word, so
that if things go too far, there is a way of indicating that an end
needs to be called..

In the mean time, enjoy yourselves.

