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Subject: The Transgression (Mf Bondage) Tidied up repost
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The Transgression

A crime had been committed. The nature of the crime is unimportant,
all that need be known is that the fine line between the permissible
and the forbidden was crossed and now a slave must be punished for her
transgression.

The punishment should, of course, fit the crime. In this case the
transgression was not serious and so the punishment should not be too
severe. I have just said that the nature of the crime is unimportant,
this is so, but maybe some hint should be given, so that the reader
can place the punishment into its context. The victim of this crime,
myself, was aroused deliberately by the slave when she knew full well
that I would be unable to find relief from my arousal for several
hours. Also in this instance the slave had obviously forgotten that
her body and mind is the property of he who commands her and to be
used solely for the pleasure of her master and not for the amusement
of the slave.

This being the nature of the crime then the punishment, as already
suggested, should not be too hash. A whipping in this case is not
called for, but the punishment must educate the slave about the nature
of humility. The slave should be forced to undergo the same
frustration, and the same helplessness in alleviating it, as the
person she wronged. She must also be reminded for the duration of the
punishment that her body belongs totally to her master. Finally her
punishment should allow the wronged party to use (and abuse) the slave
in order find relief from the days frustrations.

It is the evening, we are together. I take time to explain to you the
nature of the crime you have committed. You protest your innocence,
but deep down you know your guilt, and the thought of your impending
humiliation secretly thrills you.

The punishment I have arranged for you, I believe, matches the crime
perfectly. You look nervous, you are right to be so, because by the
end of it you will be reminded of what is to be a slave.

I show you the stage for your punishment. It is a wooden cube some two
feet square, the block is carved from solid oak, its weight and mass
are the perfect foundation for your ordeal. Oak is a strong ancient
wood and its strength will be to you a constant reminder of the
futility of your struggles against the leather and steel that will
bind you to it. The cube itself is not geometrically pure but subtly
rounded and moulded to caress the soft flesh of your body as it awaits
the humiliation that will surely come. You must understand that the
block itself is not the punishment but merely the pedestal on which
you, the captive, is presented. The canvas on which the master will
work his artistry of humiliation. 

You are of course naked, a natural state for a slave, I have chained
you hands behind you back. I am not worried that you might resist but
I wish to make sure that, while I prepare you for your punishment, you
cannot touch your self in any way. I stand close to you letting my
shirt brush against you nipples. I want to arose you, like you did to
me, whilst denying you the means to satisfy it. I fit a harness over
your head, straps run over and to the side of you head locking it to
you face. Forced into you mouth and held in place by the harness is a
large metal ring which gives your, now permanently open, mouth a most
appealing look.

I invite you to lay face up on the cube. A thin leather cushion
supports your back  but the block is small and your shoulders and
pelvis extend beyond the edges of the cube. There is a strong leather
strap attached to the top of the block which I take and pass over you
stomach and buckle to the other side. You are now a prisoner of the
block.

But this is only the beginning. I now take one of your ankles and
gently move it outward and backwards to the leather cuff attached to
the side of the block which is waiting to receive it. I do the same
with your other ankle. I am afraid my dear, that with your ankles
strapped two feet apart and pulled back underneath you, your body has
lost some of the relaxed posture it had enjoyed earlier.

It is now the turn of your hands. I unlock them from the handcuffs and
first with one hand and then the other introduce them to the leather
cuffs that are waiting for them a short distance from your ankles.
Your body can now best be described as stressed. You are lying on your
back on the block, your back is bent backwards pulled by you legs and
arms which are attached to the side of the block and underneath you.
As befits a slave you legs are now spread wide, a forced offering to
anyone who wants to take pleasure from your body. 

There is one thing left to do. I take your head which has been
straining to watch my every action as I move around you. I attach a
cord to the back of your harness and then through a heavy iron ring
set in the front face of the cube. I pull the cord, forcing you head
back, when I feel that your head has been bent far enough back I tie
it off. You cannot lift your head, in fact you can hardly move any
part of your body. It feels very unnatural, you suddenly feel very
helpless and vulnerable. What will he do to you, you wonder.

You feel my hand lightly run over you stomach, the tickling causes
your body to try to buck and squirm in response to my touch. The bonds
are too tight for you to shake it off however, you try to plead but
the ring gag prevents all but a few garbled sounds escaping from your
lips. My hand moves between you legs and inside of you. I watch your
legs twitch and your head shake as you become more turned on. But I
soon stop. I want you to suffer the humiliation of be driven mad by
desire and the torment of being helpless to affect its course.

I stand in front of you and slowly strip. I take my time, I like
seeing you suffer.

And the punishment has only just begun.........

 It is nice to converse a fellow devotee of bondage. You must confide
in me something of the more intimate thoughts and emotions that pass
through your mind as you lay bound to the block. Later of  course,
since at the moment discourse is somewhat difficult, the ring I have
fitted in you mouth makes all but the most basic and primitive sounds
quite impossible. I would also guess that at the present you are more
concerned with what I will do to you as you lay awaiting my
attentions.

I finally finish removing my clothes I can see  that you are turned
on, you whole body is flexing in the block, trying to instil some
stimulation into you hot little pussy. It is of course futile. The
whole point of tying you this way is to maximise your arousal  but
removing completely you ability to satisfy it. 

I decide it would be fun to make you wait a little longer for some
physical stimulation. I stand over you straddling the block. You can't
see me directly now, the strap forcing your head back prevents it. But
you can see the image of the two of us in the large mirror hung on the
wall. In my hand I have a bottle of oil, I begin to rub it into my
body. In the dim light of the room my naked body glistens, you imagine
our bodies sliding together, my hands caressing you, and you let out a
soft moan. I kneel in front of you my penis is inches from you face I
smile as I watch you straining your head to reach it. My hand strokes
your face, tracing a circle about you lips. I dip my hand under your
tongue and then over your lips, moistening them with your saliva.
Finally I take my penis in my hand and slide it into your mouth. 

The ring forced so rudely into your mouth makes it impossible for you
to refuse my gift, not that I know you would, but it is humiliating
for you and that is important. I want you to be reminded that as a
slave your body is mine to do what I want, when I want. In a lazy kind
of way I slide my penis in and out of you I enjoy the sensation of
your tongue as it tries to coax me into passion.

I pour oil onto you tummy watching it form a pool and then run down in
a rivet between you breasts. Quickly I bring my hand down to stem the
flow and disperse it by spreading it across your breasts in a shining
carpet. You have often told me that you nipples are sensitive to my
touch and as my fingers slide over them I feel you sucking take on a
new urgency and passion. I am now feeling my own passion rise.  I
press myself against you feeling you breast sliding against me I run
my hands together up your stomach carrying the oil with them. Then
down between your legs probing my fingers deep inside of you. I hear
you cries, muffled and gagged by my prick, as your arousal takes hold
of you. 

For maybe two minutes I let my hands range over your naked exposed
body until every inch of it glistens with the oil. One hand, however,
never strays far from the centre of your passion, teasing you poor
helpless body to the very edge of orgasm. 

To let you cum now would indeed be a crime, one for which I as a your
master would be deserving of the same punishment as administered to my
slave, should I let such a thing happen. 

No. Your humiliation has only just begun. With force of will I lift
myself from your body. I look down at your pleading eyes and quivering
body desperate for the touch of her master. I am satisfied with my
work so far.

But what next I ponder? And then the beginnings of an Idea takes root.
I little pain might now be a suitable contrast.

Tell me Carrie have you ever felt the bite of nipple clamps?

The question is, of course rhetorical, but you now know what to
expect, you have been warned that you will soon feel the bite of steel
on your sensitive nipples. I show you the clamps, not that you need to
see them, you have felt their bite before. But you are a true
submissive and the sight of them makes you wet with fear and
anticipation. I can see the fear in your eyes as you see the bight
shiny clips, with their rows of sharp teeth and strong springs holding
them shut, the heavy weights attached to them swing slowly before you
eyes. I will use this knowledge as the basis of the next stage of your
ordeal. I will first heighten your arousal by removing your power of
sight. Your loss of vision will magnify your sense of touch and also
increase your feelings of utter helplessness in my presence. Then
after I have fitted the clamps to you trembling naked body I shall
rape you as you lay prone and helpless bound before me. And your final
humiliation will be being forced to beg and plead to be allowed to cum
as a take my pleasure from you.

I begin to wrap the soft cloth of the blindfold around your head. The
last image you see as the cloth covers your eyes is of the two
stainless steel clips with their sharp teeth & teardrop shaped
weights.

You are now blind. Every second you expect to feel the sharp pain as
the tiny teeth bite into your tender flesh. The expectation is driving
you wild, I watch your naked body shake and quiver in trepidation. I
decide to let you suffer like this for a while, for I am now
fascinated by your transformation and I wish to take time to fully
appreciate my creation. I marvel at the contrast of your pale skin and
soft curves of your body against the brutal strength of the block to
which you are bound. Your skin shines, reflecting what little light is
in the room. The oil covering your body highlights the muscles of your
legs, abdomen, and neck, I watch as they strain against the straps
which bind them to the block. I take time to admire the shape of your
figure as it lays before me, the way your body arches backwards, it
looks so helpless and vulnerable. The openness of your legs and mouth
invite me to quench my passion inside of you, how can I refuse such an
offer. But refuse I must, there is still the matter of your
humiliation to consider. I want to watch you writhe on the block, a
slave on heat, begging me to let you cum.

I reach out and gently grasp a nipple between my fingers. In your
present supra sensual state of arousal the effect is electric, your
body bucks and squirms and you let out a strangled cry. I now stroke
the inside of your thigh, gently,  hardly touching your skin. I watch
with amusement as your leg muscles twitch and strain trying to force
my hand against you. I work your body slowly taking exquisite care in
how I touch you. I decide to touch you nipple again. This time I laugh
out loud as once again your body explodes into movement fuelled  by
fear passion and desire. The tension is becoming unbearable for you,
every time I touch your nipple you expect to feel the sharp pain of
the clip biting into it, gradually you loose control of your body.

I can now feel my own desire rising again within me, I enjoy taking
pleasure from your humiliation and you current degradation is igniting
my passion. I call you  a slut and a whore as I work my finger inside
of you, your face flushes red with the shame and humiliation. I decide
to demonstrate my power over you by forcing my prick once again inside
your mouth. I issue you a command.

"Suck whore"

I enjoy for a few minutes the intense pleasure as I work my prick in
and out of your mouth, feeling your tongue caress its tip. You are
good at your task my little whore, I have trained you well. My
breathing quickens and my hands reach out to massage your breasts,
pulling at your nipples. You sense that I am close to orgasm and you
redouble your efforts on my prick. The shame you felt turns to elation
as you feel the power that you now have over me. My heavy breathing
turns to gasps as you sense that I am on the verge of coming and then
without warning I pull my prick from your mouth. 

There is a moments silence as you strain your head in confusion,
trying to make contact again with my sex which you had been devouring
so avidly seconds before. Then you scream as you feel the bite of
steel into your hyper sensitive nipples. You scream again as I let the
weights drop causing the clips to tear at your flesh. Your mind
struggles to comprehend  this change of events and then with shocking
clarity you realise that this is all part of your humiliation. I have
just demonstrated in the most powerful way possible that you are a
slave the sexual toy of the man who bound you naked to this block
which has now become then centre of a world of desire, degradation,
and pain.

With the weights now firmly attached to your nipples I turn my
attention to that special area nestling between your legs. I take up
my new position kneeling between your widely spread thighs. Not that
you can see this of course, I do not think that your are aware that I
have moved. Your thoughts, I believe, are centred on your breasts
which must now be on fire and the feelings of utter humiliation which
sweeps though your very soul.

In my hand I hold a large dildo, the shaft has many concentric ridges
running along it, it is drenched with lubricant. I watch your body
stiffen at its first touch and then relax as I let it caress your
clitoris. For some time you enjoy the sensations as it ranges across
your most intimate areas. I do this, of course, not out of desire to
give you sexual gratification, but as a prelude to your final
humiliation. When I am satisfied with your state of helpless arousal I
move the dildo down to its final resting place.

I sense your body stiffen as the tip presses against your anus and
then a muffled gasp as I begin to force it in. The diameter of the
shaft is wide, and your anus is forced to stretch, almost painfully,
to accept it inside of you. The ridges along its length causes your
sphincter to continually expand and contract as it passes into you.
The sensations are intense.

The dildo stops moving. It feels strangely still, immobile,
experimentally you move your body and feel it slide within you. What
you do not know is that I have clamped it to a metal bracket attached
to the block. Any movement that you now make will indeed cause it to
slide against you adding still more to this symphony of pain and
pleasure I have orchestrated for you.

It is now time for the final movement of this masterpiece. I remove
the blindfold from your eyes and the ring gag from your mouth, you
blurt out

"Please Master, I can't stand it, please let me cum" 

I say in a quiet voice.

"Beg, I want feel your humiliation."

I position myself on top of you, with my hands pressing down on the
wood to support my weight I slowly begin to fuck you. Each time I
thrust into you, your prone and helpless body slides on the block
causing you not just to be raped by me but also by the dildo which is
deep inside of you. And all the time I hear your voice pleading and
begging me not to stop. The nipple clamps and their attached weights
swing like pendulums as your body rocks back and forth in its obscene
torment. In between your begging I hear your cries of pain as the
clamps tear at your flesh. 

Your skin is now hot and drenched in sweat as every muscle strains and
fights the straps that bind them to the block. You desperately want to
break free so that you can bring yourself to the climax that you now
want more than anything in the world. But the straps are too strong,
you must continue to endure the torment of being brought to the brink
of orgasm again and again, only to feel it slip from your gasp each
time. All you can do is beg me not to stop. You tell me that you are
my whore, my slut, my bitch in heat. You humiliate yourself totally
before me praying that I will take pity on this pathetic slave and end
her torment by giving her the orgasm that she craves.

I finally decide to show mercy to you, you have been punished enough I
change the angle of my body, I am now rubbing against your pussy as I
fuck you. I sense a change taking place in your body, your cries
become more desperate, you are once again on the brink of orgasm. I
watch you through the haze of my own passion as your body writhes
beneath me in wild abandon. Your head strains against the harness
which forces it back, I see the straps biting into you beautiful face
which is now a picture of uncontrolled desire. From your mouth streams
a collection of words and cries so jumbled as to be meaningless. With
a final thrust I push you over the brink, you cum.

With the last of your strength you greet the orgasm as it rushes
through you, for a few brief seconds you body is frozen as every
muscle in you reacts to the climax. And then you slump back your
energy totally spent. I continue to fuck you for another minute until
I too cum and then finally rest.

I move in front of you and order you to clean my prick in you mouth.
You hardly have the strength to move your head, but you try hard
nevertheless. I will leave you now for a short while to contemplate
your punishment, so that I may wash and dress. When I return I will
release you from the cruel clamps and the humiliation of the dildo,
which is still thrust deep inside of you. I will then wash you gently
as you continue to lay bound and naked before me, like I would a
prized animal. Finally after I have dried you I will untie the straps
and cuffs which hold you in their embrace and you will crawl to me and
kiss my feet in gratitude.

End.







