© Copyright 2004 - Otto Dix - Used by permission
Storycodes: Sbm; M/f; bondage; cbt; con; X
I feel her nylon covered legs press hard into my back, as she presses
her succulent flesh upward into my mouth. I lick more rapidly and
insert a second finger and thrust them in and out with abandon. I
can see and feel her muscles contract all over her body as she endures
the waves of orgasm wash over her body. I push the orgasm as far
as possible with long wide brushes of my tongue from bottom to top of her
parted lips. I look over the horizon of her breasts as she contorts
and struggles against her bonds. There is a short period of time
where the sensations become hyper intense, and yet she is unable to say
“stop” for her body is too busy dealing with the spasms in order to form
words. I slow down the licking until finally she is capable of pleading
“no more” in a pathetic tone. I back off and gently blow on her sensitive
flesh, and kiss her inner thigh, which sends a shiver through her body.
I slip out from under her bound legs and cover her with a warm comforter,
and lay down beside her.
But, I digress. In this same bed, I am about to commit myself to the will of another; a person that is half way around the world. I attach the hand cuffs to one end of a chain with a lock, and secure the other end of the chain to the base of bed frame at the head of the bed. Two lengths of rope extend from the legs of the bed at the foot. Before binding myself, I place three cock rings on my penis. The rings are small, about an inch in diameter and fit very snuggly. Then I place a stainless steel shackle around by testicles. The shackle is just big enough to gather all the scrotum material between me and my balls. I sit at the end of the bed and wrap the rope around each ankle separately and I reveal in the sensation and sight of my bound and nylon covered feet. I test the length of rope from the bed legs to my ankles as I sit back onto the middle of the bed and my ankles are pulled taught and stretched out to each corner of the bed.
My heart races as I realize that I am ready for the next phase. I have never put Tabasco sauce on my penis before, but this is exactly what I have been ordered to do. I give the bottle a shake, and remove the top. I lay back with my head propped up with pillows so I can get a clear view of my penis and bound form. I hold my cock in my left hand and dribble a liberal amount of sauce that covers the entire head of my penis. The liquid is immediately soaked into the fine crevices of my penis flesh. I place the bottle back on the night stand and quickly reach for the cuffs to secure my wrists before I chicken out. I have done this type of scene before with rubbing solutions. Those hot rubbing solutions penetrate quickly, and I am usually in pain before I can get the cuffs on. However, for the 15 or 20 seconds it took me to get both cuffs on, the only sensation I felt was a cool liquid feeling.
Once cuffed, I laid back and waited to see what would happen. The rubbing solutions usually lasted for about 10 minutes before the sharp pain subsided to a dull pain. I had no idea how much pain I would feel with the Tabasco sauce, or how long it would last. How bad could it be? It was a cooking ingredient for heaven’s sake! After a minute of wondering, I could feel the surface of my penis begin to warm up. It got warmer and warmer, and my cock reacted with a stiff erection that strained against the cock rings. Then, very quickly, it went from warm to unbearably hot, as though someone was holding a lit candle under my penis. This was the first inkling I had as to how much torment I was about to endure. I wanted out, and I wanted out now!
I began to wonder about just how strong the hand cuffs actually were.
I tried prying open one of the cuff’s chain links to no avail. My
ankles were securely tied. If I had used rope instead of a chain
to connect the cuffs, I would surely be picking away at it one strand at
a time. I finally bounced on the bed out of frustration and a hope
that I might help jiggle the keys from the ice cube trap, but when I bounce,
my penis slapped against my body sending a wave of pain through my body
the like of which I have never felt before. For the first time during
a self-bondage session, I screamed in pain. I continued to moan loudly
as my penis felt like it was slowly being consumed by fire. I stared
at my release keys hoping for them to swing down. Before I would
be released from my torment, tears would be running down my face.