Update (2012/11/17): Some more corrections


Part I

It was a mid December and even the weather was an obliging conspirator. About six inches or more of fresh powder covered the ground and the wind has a sharp bite to it. I had arrived a full two hours ahead of the appointed time to make preparations. She might be a no show; but I was counting on her pride to overrule her fear. It was her pride in refusing to back down the made her one of the best subs with which I had ever played. This may sound like a bit of a paradox, but the only woman worth bending to your will is one with steel in her spine. I had learned that doormats were neither fun nor challenging.

All was in place and I pulled my car out of sight. I kept warm with the car's heater and a blanket. I skipped Jack Daniels in the flask. The first person that a would-be master must control is himself. At about 10 minutes before her due time, I killed the engine to avoid giving a warning that I was laying in wait for my prey. She had failed an assignment (one that was rigged against her) and knew this would be a punishment session. Five minutes early she pulled in to the drive way which took her to the rear entrance to the dungeon. The house was a small cottage in the hills surrounded by a thick forest. I rented it from an English professor who had lost his taste for it after his divorce. This afforded me privacy and, with the attached workshop, a place to give a twisted imagination free rein in devising ways to rein her in. She knew the place well- both as a dungeon and as a quite study hall.

She was a grad student from Thailand - A Ph.D. candidate in Agronomy, specializing in soil erosion. Thus when I set up a university e-mail account (still a novelty back then) I gave her the choice of Tieoneon@ or dirtgirl@. She turned up her nose at dirt girl. She was small but fierce. Not quite 5 foot and could weigh in at 100 pounds only with change in pockets or chains on her feet. The later is how she would study in the upper floor. I would put a circle of small flat steel chain round her ankle attached to an anchor point. I would get up once in a while to bring her a meal and review her work. When I caught an error, rarely, or declared that she was not applying herself enough she would assume a position bent over front of my desk and confess her errors and would be spanked on her rear which was as close to ass play as she would allow. The chain was long enough to reach the bathroom and coffee pot. She was surprised one weekend, when in a mischievous mood, I removed the bathroom door. She gave me a dirty look and said "you think that is going to embarrass me she said with a smug attitude." And walked right in and used it with an air of total indifference - while I pretended to ignore her in favor of my work.

She was impossible to ignore even when over dressed for the winters she hated. The long jet black hair, the light mocha skin and dark penetrating eyes that saw everything were a pleasure to behold. Behind those eyes was her most alluring feature; a mind of the first water. It no doubt had taken such an intellect, coupled with courage, to grab the brass ring of a foreign scholarship to slip out of her native patriarchal culture. It also explained how she had come to such a cold spot in the northeast. With most Asian students gravitating to California or other sunny campuses, she could be free to be her own woman.

Against that historical backdrop, there she was trudging into a modest snowfall about six to eight inches high, that looked like a Russian winter to her. She went in the lower floor and I waited- still out of sight. The door then opened quickly and bag was hung on a hook and Glass door slammed shut. I waited a bit more then retrieved the bag. Inside, as per protocol, were her clothes, boots, underwear and keys to her restraints. I waited a bit more while the wind gnawed on my exposed skin and started to chew it way past my coat and thermal underwear. I then walked up to the sliding glass door and slid it wide open and brushed the curtain aside.

There she was. On her knees with her leather cuffs padlocked around her wrists and ankles and her fingers laced behind her head. She looked straight at me. None of this bowing her head as she was already nude and cuffed. I closed the door and pulled the curtain. An unnecessary action as, even in summer, one could torture a foghorn out of earshot of neighbors. I asked if she knew why she was there. She said: I am here to be punished Sir? Why are you to be punished I asked. She choked, out of shame not fear, I failed to fulfill an assignment you gave me. I asked if the assignment had been unreasonable or beyond her ability. No Sir she responded.

Now came the possible failure point. While I kept my tone as matter-of-fact as possible, here and now was the ultimate test of my training. You have been a good sub - no- you have been a superb submissive. I am going to offer one chance to ask for mercy. If you ask; it will be granted this one time. It will be granted without any consequences or repercussions. Take a moment to make up your mind - but remember that declining this offer strips you of any right to stop the proceedings or invoke any soft or hard limits. Sir she said, fear in her voice for the first time in almost six months of play, I do not wish mercy. I said take a moment to make certain of your decision - expect my instructions to be carried out. I will ask when the time is right. I did not want it to be an impulse but a reasoned decision. I checked my watch and 90 seconds later I said, "Do you wish to ask for Mercy - Yes Sir or No Sir." This time she was resolute: No Sir. The game was on.


Part II

I told her to stand up, which is harder than it looks when one is cuffed. Hands over your head I stated in a quiet voice. As with the lash, it is better to start softly and be able to escalate as needed. Just barking at a lady suggests that you, the master, are out of control. I attached he wrist cuffs to a large snap hook the hung from a thin steel cable the was threaded through a number of pulleys leading to an electric winch which was, in turn connected to my control box laying on my chair. I then attached a spreader bar to her ankles after undoing one of the cuffs to let her legs open wider than a six foot American male would endure for the sake of a game. I wanted the sense of peril to build slowly in her mind.

From the table I secured a black bag and pad of post-it notes. I wrote something on the top page and asked her what is was. "It is my safe word Sir." I peeled the top layer off and quickly pinched her nostrils and forced her head back till she opened her mouth. Once open, in went the yellow paper square. Chew and swallow it slave I directed, my voice only slightly harsher. Now while you are enjoying your last meal- for a while, confirm or confess: have you gone without solid food for the past three days as directed? Yes Sir she said with a slight quaver in her voice the betrayed her guilt. So what contraband did you eat in violation of my directions. Just a Snickers bar Sir my blood sugar was too low. Very good I said while stroking her cheek. Confession is good for the soul - but not necessarily for the body. After the main event you and your ungovernable appetite will be punished. Yes Sir she said, crying for the first time that I had known her. Her defenses were slipping away.

I then pulled out her gag. It was my own creation to solve a number of problems. Most ball gags are both too big and ineffective. The oversize gag can force a woman's jaw out of alignment which, assuming no permanent damage, can still fatigue her without quieting her screams. The Chinese, long time expert in torture, have a saying: a wound is easier to endure than an itch. In this sort of play, it is the little things, e.g., ill fitting cuffs, that drain both the energy ,the terror and the fun out of the situation. A Modified panel gag, running from the chin to under the nose and over the cheek bones was the solution, It has a pvc tube running from the outside through a hard rubber buffer that the teeth could close on through a much smaller than normal ball, secured to the pipe by pvc nuts and washers. Rather than one large strap, typical of the standard ball, three straps ran across the top of the panel and buckled behind the head. This configuration forced the ball deeper into the mouth and depressed the tongue. The most attractive feature was the fact that the lady could still breathe in case her nasal passages became occluded by tears and or mucus.

Once the gag was inserted and secured; it was time for some fun. I move the chair to right in front of her and a cart, covered in a towel to the side. Before I sat down, I picked up the winch control and brought her to her tip toes. I was how she wobbled and calculated that, for today's exercise, it was better to her more stability. She was then lowered to the balls of her feet. I took a brush and fluffed out her coal black pubic hair. I then rolled the towel another turn and uncovered a tiny pair of scissors. I let her see and hear them. The shudder on her abs showed how she was beginning to crack. I trimmed a bit of hair covering her cunt and laid down the scissors; to an audible snort of relief - foolish girl. I then uncovered a jar of Vaseline and applied a thick coat to her pussy lips - large and small. Out of a baggie came a curved comb which was also coated with petroleum jelly. It went behind the top of her snatch to the top of her lubricated pussy. I then used the entire towel to clean my hands and used her shoulder as a towel rack.

She could then see a cap of a mason jar, a couple of tubes, and a heavy steel ring tied with a rope badly frayed at one end. I opened the tube and squirted equal amounts of gel both having a strong chemical smell. Mixed with a coffee stirrer they started to get wand become tacky. I then used the frayed end of the rope attached to the ring to continue mixing for the required time. After a few moments the epoxy glue and I were ready. I paused only long enough to kiss her inner thigh and then I pressed the glue soaked rope into the black bush. I held it steady for several minutes, making certain it did not adhere to her flesh. After an extra 90 seconds I let the ring hang. She jerked but her gag made that the only, barely, perceptual reaction.

I then let her down to her flat feet and removed her spreader bar while she started to get used to her new adornment. Now I attached a chain only eight inches long between her ankle cuffs so that her gait was restricted and that she could not raise her feet above the 6 or so inches of snow waiting for her. Next there came a padded blindfold around the eyes. It was all topped off with a black canvas hood. Her arms were moved to behind her back into a box tie. After checking my work, with some measure of pride, I attached a heavy dog leash to her new pubic attachment point and lead her out into the snow.


Part III

I led her to the path running into the woods behind the house. I had not planned on snow but, fortuitously, a month before I had raked the path to remove and large stones, broken glass or any other potential source of injury. She knew where she was headed. An old supply shed had rotted away beyond use. I had finished the demolition the elements had begun and cleared off the concrete pad on which it had rested. I had installed anchor points and attachment points for ratchets at appropriate spot around the pad's perimeter. Later I added steel pipes, held by additional concrete that would allow me the option of hoisting a suspension frame for the occasional twilight flogging. She knew the place but not what was waiting for her.

When we arrived I had her kneel and removed her hood and blindfold. She was startled to see that the pad was covered in a snow covered black tarp which betrayed only a huge lump in the middle. I went to the opposite end of the pad and started pulling the tarp off to the front. The first thing she saw were the ratchets that she knew would pull her short but strong legs to the opposing corners of the pad. Next the menacing lump was unveiled as a large log of wood. It had been flattened on the bottom to keep it from rolling. It still had the rough bark on the top with a weightlifter's leather belt cut in half and each half nailed to the opposite ends of the log. I could not see if she noticed the 10 penny nail driven in six inches from the top, but I would be introducing her to it in due time.

I helped her up and walked her to the log. I draped her toned abs on top the log and buckled the belt firmly over the small of her back. I then attached the ropes from the corner attachment points to her wrists and snuged them up and went to work on the ankles. Attaching the hooks to the ratchets, each rated at 550lbs, I pulled all the slack out her form. The rough bark forced her to grunt in pain, but otherwise she kept her composure and dignity. After tightening the leather belt to force her hips into the bark, I then took the dog leash and pulled her pubic hair down till it was tight and then slipped the link over the nail head to punish any attempt at movement in a novel way. I then went over to a pie of leaves and pulled out a hunter's chair and a specially assembled kit bag.

Part IV

I sat in front of her. Now the game was in its final phase. It was all that I could do to not to either fuck her cunt or mouth. On such a short frame her legs gave the impression of length that only a tape measure could disprove. Well muscled they led to an ass that as perfectly formed as I have even seen. But this was an exercise in control - albeit for both parties. I reach into the bag and took out a hair band and put her hair in a ponytail and draped it over her left shoulder. I the put on some heavy duty surgical gloves and opened a large tube of KY jelly. "I meant what I said earlier about you being an exceptional submissive." "The only fault I find in you is your selfish refusal to surrender you ass to me to fuck at will for my pleasure." "So today, I am going to introduce you to the American custom called fisting." "I will explain exactly was that means for you and your ass." I held up my lubed gloved hand and told her that I would first finger fuck her ass with one finger then two then three then four - all the time twisting your sphincter wider. When I feel your ability to resist is broken. I will shove and I do mean shove my entire hand past the wrist into your backdoor entrance. Then I put my hand right in front of her cute nose. I went on: " the reason it is called fisting is that once my hand is in deep enough, I will make a fist" As I told her this I closed my fingers one by one in till her eyes could barely focus on the threat before her nose. I let her try to comprehend the pain that awaited her. Finally I explained that at the moment when she had thought she could not take any more, I would jerk the solid fist out of her and pulled my demonstration fist down in a violent motion. I then mockingly reassured her not to worry about passing out from the pain, I showered her some cloth covered ammonia capsules that would keep her from passing out and missing any of the fun. Those Beautiful brown eyes had never been so large.


Part V

I leaned back to strike a relaxed pose and to savor the look on her face. Now it was time to play the trump card. I said that I regretted have to hurt her like this. After all, you have been - ass play notwithstanding- the best sub I have ever played with and I kissed her back- feeling the goose bumps. But you chose to waive all limits today and this is the consequence of that decision. I stood up and coated her ass entrance with the ice cold KY and drew an inward spiral to penetration. I could hear her star to sob behind the gag and see her body quiver the closer the 1st finger came to its target. One would have to have had no heart to go forward. Fortunately, it was not my plan. I stopped. I walked in front of her and kissed her forehead. I told her that she had no rights now- not to resist or to beg for mercy. I let out a deep sigh. Ok I said; I think there may be an alternative. I rummaged in my bag and found a timer. I will remove your gag and give you ten minutes to propose an alternative punishment. If it is satisfactory, it will take the place of my hand's excursion into your bowls. But be warned, if you fail to impress me, I will inflict it anyway and then put on a fresh glove coated in Tabasco sauce instead of lubricant. One final note, since mercy has been waived, any attempt to plead for forgiveness or easing of the terms will result in the most sever caning, going from soles to ass, that I can inflict. Do you understand these terms? She nodded yes. Now, do you accept them? Her fists clenched and she nodded yes.

I went to the leaves again, and pulled out a couple of 2-liter soda jugs filled with saltwater that had been sitting in the snow for over an hour. I then uncapped them and before she knew it, her back was drenched. I remove the second cap and split her ass cheeks and soaked her pubic area with the sub freezing liquid. I then removed her gag and hit the timer. The poor thing started chattering form the start. Whether it was fear, cold or a mixture of the two I do not know. She was incoherent and chattering like a playing card in a bike wheel. At a minute and an half I decided she had enough. I stopped the timer tripped all the quick releases on her restraints, undid her chain from the nail and unbuckled the belt. I helped her to her feet. I gave her a beach towel and told her to dry off her back. She instinctually wrapped her whole body in the towel. I reminded her that my instructions were to dry her back and that any attempt to cover her tits or pussy would result in me tying her to a tree and caning her tits. She complied without a word while her mouth was still quivering. I removed the leash from her ring and told her to follow me back to the house.


Part VI

I walked slowly so that keeping her place behind me was a strain. When she followed me in to the dungeon, she started to get on her knees and I told her to stop. I pointed to a couch with two electric blankets I had left to warm up when we left for her punishment session. I told her to sit down on the blanket she complied with more eagerness than she had shown earlier. Her eyes darted to the second blanket but she made no motion to wrap all of her tiny body in the blanket she has granted let alone grab or a second one. I said go ahead use both blanket to warm all of you. She did not have to be told twice and this time she remembered a still chattering Thank you master.

After she had defrosted it was time to drive home some lessons in submission. I asked if she really thought I would be punching through her back door when she had made it clear that it was a hard limit for her? She said "yes sir." So you thought I was lying when I told you I would respect that limit. Again the answer was "yes sir." I bent over her and put my face almost nose to nose and said "Rule 1: never play with anyone you do not trust." You need to know that only man safe to play with is one who will put your care and safety above his own. I you are ever in a setting like this and detect that the male is driven by some hatred of women you are to run not walk to the exit - and do not even stop to pick up your clothes.

Now come here to the writing desk I directed. She sat down and I handed her a calligraphy pen, a jar on ink and ornate notepaper. Now write this down:

I, tieoneon, have been a selfish and arrogant sub. I have withheld from my Master's pleasure the unfettered use of my anus. I herby relinquish any claim on my ass and fully surrender it to my master to be used for his pleasure or my pain. As I have for too long a time held back from this act of submission, I therefore humbly ask that my Master bind, gag and blindfold this selfish sub. Once bound, i ask Him to show no mercy and to ignore any cries of pain as they are my own fault.

With this act of surrender I hope to be the sub that such a loving master deserves and to atone for my false pride"

She was shaking when she finished the dictation. I then told her to put a drop of ink on each nipple and a drop of ink on each side of her pussy lips were the hair had been trimmed a short time before. I then told her to press each nipple gently onto the paper where the signature would go followed by her inked lips. I then took the note and sealed it in an envelope. And I gave her a damp towel to wipe off the remaining ink. While she wiped, I explained that I would never bring up the issue of ass play again until she presented me with that note. However, she was to keep it in her book bag, in sight on her bathroom vanity while she bathed and under her pillow when she slept. I asked her if she under stood the conditions and she said:" yes Sir."

I said this leaves only the matter of the candy bar you ate without permission. Stand up I barked. She nearly fell off the chair trying to comply. I put her hands in a reverse prayer and laid her on the spanking bench while I put padded suspension cuffs around her ankles. I then attached her ankles to a wide curved suspension bar which was, in turn, attached to the winch. I raised her up, holding her head till it was clear of the bench and then raised her mouth to a practical level, i.e. where my long patient cock would have easy access. You need to learn to take the bitter with the sweet as I slipped my cock into her mouth. She took to it like it was another candy bar and, as her snatch was at such an inviting level I decided to end her punishment with a good tongue lashing.


Epilogue:

6 weeks later I found the note tacked to the outside of the dungeon door. Inside, was a spanking bench with a lovely lady draped over it. She was wearing only cuffs, a gag, a full hood and a sign taped to her ass that read "NO MERCY." I heated up some water to warm the KY jelly and asked if this is what she wanted? She clenched her hands - our signal for yes, go ahead. I took the better part of an hour vibrating her clit so that penetration would be preceded by one orgasm after another. After penetration, I removed the gag. Her first words were why didn't you do this sooner. Slave or not, there's just no pleasing women.