Continues from The Gate (but can be read separately).
A package arrives. A present. We begin to unwrap it.
What could it be? Deep down. What would we really desire it to be?
Perhaps a work of art to be enjoyed, gazed upon, admired?
Or a delightful toy to be played with for amusement and gratification?
And if it were a tool? A means to an end. An object for rough hands to abuse and exploit?
What would it be like to be that work of art, that plaything, that tool?
And how would it feel to be all those things in one package?
Image – “Marilyn” by Raphael Class
Slowly the gate closed behind me. There was a heavy clunk as it locked shut.
And that, of course, was the exact moment when I remembered I’d left my bag outside under the tree. It had my phone, clothes, money; everything was in there.
What an complete and utter fucking idiot I was. I’d got so carried away and turned on at being naked in public and having my ass on show to the world that I‘d completely forgotten about anything else. Sex does that to me. It makes me forget absolutely everything. Including myself.
So, what the hell was I going to do now?
Nothing. I couldn’t do anything about it. The gate was closed and that was that. There was no going back.
I was still trying to calm down and resign myself to the loss when I heard footsteps on the gravel path behind me. I turned around and saw a woman rapidly approaching. She had dark shoulder length hair and was wearing jeans and a black top. As she got closer I noticed what looked like a lasso rope in her right hand and some hand-cuffs in her left.
She was staring right at me. And she didn’t seem happy. In fact, judging by the look on her face she seemed pretty angry.
I was just about to say hi and ask her if there was any way I could get my bag when she barked out, “On your knees, bitch. Now!”
So this was it. It had started. My heart was pounding and I felt a little scared. But I quickly obeyed and knelt down the hard gravel ground.
“Eyes down. Hands behind your back.”
She walked round the back of me and cuffed my wrists.
“Sit up straight. Breasts pushed out. Thighs apart with your cunt visible. That is your default position from now on.”
I stared down. My mind was racing. It was like a dream. A nightmare fantasy but this was definitely real. I had become her slave. I was on my knees and she was yelling at me and I was actually really turned on by it. I was truly naked now. I had lost all freedom or choice. She could whatever she liked with me and I could do nothing about it. I was nothing.
And I was loving it.
She looked so ordinary. Just an average looking woman in jeans and a top. The classic dominatrix in full uniform, high heels and a whip might have been a little obvious but this looked like a woman who’d just got back from buying groceries and was pissed because they’d run out of cucumbers.
Somehow that was scarier. And more of a turn on.
When she’d finished putting the cuffs on, she came round in front of me. For a moment she just stood there, very close, silent, just staring down at me. It was quite intimidating and I half expected her to slap me or something.
I wondered, did she like what she saw? Was she as turned on as I was? After all, a naked girl kneeling at your feet, cuffed and defenseless, it’s gotta be a turn on, right? Even if you’re not a lesbian.
She was so close to me. Just inches. If I’d leaned forward I could have kissed the top of her thighs. Was that what she was waiting for?
But I didn’t get the chance. She pushed my head back and said, “OK. Look at me and listen up.”
She was holding my head up by my jaw. I had no choice but to gawk up at her.
“These are the rules. Your classification is ‘O’. That stands for ‘object’ and also ‘zero’. It means you are nothing. Without will and without voice. You must remain silent at all times and keep your eyes down. On no account will you speak or make any kind of utterance. When given a direct order you nod once to show you have understood. “O” is the lowest of all the classifications here.”
She said it like a cop reading out my rights.
“Is that clear, bitch?”
She let go of my chin and I nodded.
“OK. I’m gonna take you over to the office now to be processed. After that there will be an examination and an assessment. Remember what I said. Eyes down and remain passive and silent.”
Then she put the rope around my neck and said, “OK. Get up. You have permission to walk.”
Image – Makar013 via Deviant Art
Play dead she said
She walked in front of me with the rope thrown over her shoulder. I felt like a horse being led to stable. At no time did she look at or address me. She walked very quickly and kept yanking on the rope, almost dragging me by the neck.
We took a cut through some trees where the ground was rougher and I stumbled once or twice but she just pulled harder at the rope which began to tighten uncomfortably around my neck, making me choke. At one point we climbed over a low fence. It was difficult for me to keep my balance with my hands cuffed behind my back and her yanking at me with the rope and I almost fell off.
And then the inevitable happened. We were walking through some bushes and thick brambles. My legs and thighs were getting scratched and suddenly something got caught in my pussy and I shrieked, “Ow! Godamn.That hurts.”
It just slipped out of me. I couldn’t help it.
She stopped and turned around so abruptly I almost bumped into her. She was glaring at me. Her eyes full of icy malevolence.
Out of nowhere she delivered a really hard slap to my face. So hard, I actually gasped and staggered backwards from the blow.
“Didn’t I say you were to be silent?”
She grabbed my right nipple and pinched it hard.
“First infraction. You need to have it spelt out for you, do you?”
Her fingers were squeezing my nipple. Really hard. It hurt, but nicely. Just right. I loved it. A warm burn. I love nipple torment. She was about to punish me and it made me feel super-horny. I really hadn’t expected this so soon.
Mind you there was a look on her face that was kind of weird and intense as well. So I wasn’t absolutely sure whether I was going to like what happened next or not. But anyway I didn’t have any choice.
And doesn’t that just always add to the thrill?
“Move over here.”
She led me by the nipple over to a tree and made me stand under it. She took the other end of the rope and threw it up over a thick branch and then pulled on it until the noose tightened around my neck. She tied the end to the tree trunk.
Jesus, was she going to hang me?
The tightness made me gag. I actually thought I would choke and I got really panicky and started wriggling and gasping for breath, which obviously didn’t help the situation at all. If I struggled or moved at all the noose just tightened all the more.
She slapped my ass. “Keep still, bitch. Relax or you’ll suffocate.”
Yes ma’am but how could I relax? I had to stand on tiptoes just to be able to breathe. This was getting too weird.
“If you fight it or even cry out you’ll just make things worse. So don’t. Do nothing and everything will be OK. You are an object, remember? Passive. Inert. Play dead and you’ll be fine. We’re going to see if you know how to do that.”
She reached into her jeans pocket and pulled out two large black nipple clamps.
I saw them and my heart – and my pussy – leapt for joy. I have always adored nipple clamps and just the promise of them makes me feel horny. Suddenly the noose didn’t feel quite so tight. The promise of fun and games that included nipple clamps always made any predicament seem that much more tolerable.
Whatever she was going to do to me I hoped I would get some kind of reward at the end of it. So in that case if she wanted to play a choking game that was fine by me. Just put the clamps on and let’s go. I kind of liked the feel of the rough prickly rope scratching at my neck now as well.
Funny how the promise of an orgasm changes the way you perceive everything.
She was going to make me beg. Teach me a lesson. But the problem was I couldn’t beg, could I? I wasn’t allowed to. I had to be passive. Play dead she said. But I knew I would never be able to keep still and silent for very long.
And there was the torment. It was exquisite. And the punishment therefore was inevitable inescapable. I could feel my pussy getting all tingly and wound up. I was definitely starting to get the hots for her.
But then she went and did something I wasn’t expecting. I think she knew what I was thinking and decided to play a little rougher.
She pulled her top over her head. I caught a glimpse of her breasts. Her nipples were dark and hard. Erect. I could see she was liking this too. I wanted that. I wanted her to punish me and be turned on by it. To revel in my distress. I wanted to see her getting all horny and excited. That would just turn me on all the more.
And then she came over and put the top over my head.
I was blindfolded.
Panic. I like to see what’s going on. This was not what I had expected at all. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.
And now I couldn’t see.
The rope tightened. It was eating into my neck and I couldn’t move my head. Not only that I had to force myself up on tiptoes now just to have enough leeway to breathe. I was gasping for air and feeling really uncomfortable. And scared.
“Keep very still.”
I felt her fingers scratching at my nipples. Oh yes, please, that’s better. She gripped my right nipple between her thumb and forefinger and I felt the cold metal of the clamp closing in for the kill. Its jaws clenched. Like a hunting dog, it would claim its prey and its grip would be stubborn and voracious.
The second it clamped tight shut a hot intoxicating blast of pleasure-pain shot through me and for a moment I felt myself to be enormous and even omnipotent, impervious to danger and pain. In fact it didn’t feel like pain at all; it was something else, something beautiful, exhilarating and exciting. Imprisoned within my blindfold I stared into blackness but beyond it I could sense the deep serenity of an absolutely clear blue sky.
God, there is really nothing like when the first nipple clamp goes on, is there? It’s such a rush, like a drug. I absolutely love it.
The second clamp always comes close though. With both nipples clamped you are OWNED. I adore the feeling of someone else being the possessor and master of two of the most beautiful, tender and erotically charged parts of my body. My sexy pretty nipples at the mercy and whim of another person’s moods and inclinations. And it’s a buzz that goes way beyond pleasure or pain. Those words just can’t describe it. It’s a mixture of both and so much more.
Image – Hardtied.com
Nipple clamps always provoke this kind of buzz in me. But now, possibly due to being cuffed and blindfolded – and maybe the choking thing also had something to do with it – I suddenly felt an enormous almighty rush that swept me up and delivered me into a kind of ecstasy that was still pre-orgasmic but just as intense. My whole body felt so utterly alive. It was as if my nakedness had been amplified a thousand times and I could feel everything. And I mean really feel. I was super conscious in a universe of pure pleasure sensation. I could feel myself in my own skin. The sensation of having skin, of having a body – arms, legs, belly, thighs, nipples – and of course my glorious hot wet fertile beautiful precious cunt. I wanted that owned too. Possessed by something cruel and hard and powerful and to feel it pounding away within me.
Then, out of the blue, came a brutally hard slap on my ass..
My body jerked from the force of it and I had to hold my balance. Was she going to spank me?
Oh fuck yes! Yes yes yes…
“Keep that ass still!”
A loud crack and another stinging detonation on my left cheek. It shook me but not as much as before. I tried to keep myself still but all at once she let off a broadside of rapid fire blasts. Scorching. Relentless. Like machine gun fire. All exactly on the same spot and each shot hotter than the last. My ass was on fire and I loved it but my body begged relief and I couldn’t help it, I started to wriggle and squirm and resist. I became victim to my own reflexes.
Suddenly it ceased.
All I could feel was the burn. My ass red and smouldering. The fire.
“Keep your position. Not nearly good enough.”
I could hear her breathing. Sharp breaths. Like she’d been running. She was resting her hand. More. Please….
“Now the other cheek.”
This time she maintained a slower pace. Like a drummer playing a strict dance tempo. The blows were like firecrackers. Bright flashes of stinging electric pain detonating one after the other in rapid and constant succession. God, she was like a machine. Each blow was of exactly the same strength. She deliberately kept to the same spot so the pain would increase quickly and incrementally. And there was never a missed shot either. I quickly lost count of the number of blows and she must have kept it up for at least a couple of minutes. Probably longer. I have no idea. Time seemed to have ceased to exist. There was only the present. The right now. The eternal now from which there was no escape. Experienced only as the relentless beating palm of a cruel unwavering hand on my defenseless naked ass.
It was too much. I thought I would explode. My body rebelled and sought refuge, shaking and convulsing of its own accord. And the noose just got tighter and tighter.
And then it stopped.
My head rushing and pounding.
My breath. My body. My skin. My cunt. My ass. My mind.
All belonged to her.
Footsteps near. What was she doing?
Next to me.
Fingers lightly stroked my belly, my thighs. Soft caresses. Was that a kiss on my shoulder? Forgiveness. My reward? Now?
A finger slowly traced a path between my breasts.
It closed in on my nipple. My nipples. Of course. The clamps. Somehow I had forgotten they were there. I’d gotten used to the pain and forgotten about them and now she had decided to remind me. Suddenly she yanked the cord and I jumped in shock. Then she loosened it again only to jerk it once more, this time gradually increasing the tension so that the the pressure on the nipples slowly but surely increased. It felt like they were being slowly extracted, being torn away from me and it hurt like fuck. Eventually the clamps would snap off. And that would hurt most of all. The most intense pain was in the second or so after they came off. It would explode from my nipples and tear through my breasts and there was no way I was not going to be yelling and shrieking after that.
Oh God that’s exactly what she was going to do.
And she knew that I knew and she was deliberately torturing me with the anticipation. It was a mindfuck game. For minutes on end she played with me, laughing and teasing me as she did so; pulling at the clamps, yanking them , dropping the cord, pausing to let the anticipation get to me, wriggling the chain around, pulling sharply, shaking it, jerking it, tugging it – it seemed endless until eventually I could feel the clamp slipping from my left nipple, biting even harder into the tip as it stubbornly refused to relinquish its grip. And just when the stinging needlepoint pain was verging on the unbearable, she held it there, as long as she could, the teeth biting right into my disfigured and elongated nipples. I was trying so hard to keep it together but I knew that in just a moment everything was going to explode.
She was going to do it now. Any second. I gritted my teeth.
I daren’t move.
Here it comes.
Please do it now.
Fuck, please I can’t stand it. I was gasping for air, choking, trembling, my legs were shaking. It was a wonder I hadn’t pissed myself.
And this is exactly how she wanted me.
Image – Hardtied.com
And then she did it. With savage force she tore off the first clamp and my nipple exploded in pain. Then just as the agony of that was raging through me she snatched away the second. For a moment it’s like having your nipples set on fire while someone gives you an electric shock. My legs buckled beneath me and I fell and suddenly I was left hanging by the neck in a blind panic and thinking I was choking to death.
In seconds the rope dropped and I fell to the ground. She heaved me up and loosened the rope around my neck. I gasped and panted desperately for air. The sweetest forest air roared into my lungs and I felt such a wave of relief I was almost euphoric. I couldn’t stop shaking and my hands and legs were trembling. I felt like I’d been shot out of a cannon. But I felt so fucking alive that I just wanted to laugh and shout and scream.
“Calm down, now. C’mon. Get up.”
I got up as best I could and stood before her, shaking and sniveling and gasping and crying all at the same time.
She removed the blindfold and said, “Shhh. It’s OK. It’s over now.”
She took me in her arms and whispered,“Good girl. That was beautiful. You did very well.”
She was stroking my hair. She was so tender now. I’d stopped laughing and the rush had gone but I was still sniffing and sniveling. She gently wiped my tears away and said, “Mmmm, such sweet tears. Is there anything more precious”
Then she smiled, “And this?”
She put her hand on my pussy. Her fingers quickly found my clit and she started soothe me there.
“There. Will that help?”
I closed my eyes.
“I didn’t tell you to close your eyes now did I? Look at me. Don’t forget what you are just because I’m being nice to you all of a sudden.”
“OK,” she laughed. “You can close you eyes.”
I surrendered quickly to the pleasure her fingers were weaving within me. She edged closer, our lips almost touching.
“You want it don’t you?”
“You want it a lot?
I nodded again. More emphatically. Yes please….
I nodded. And didn’t stop nodding. Please. Yes. Yes. Yes. Her insistent fingers had captivated my sex and there was nothing I wanted more now than to be enslaved by them.
“Of course you do.”
My head jolted back. I glimpsed blue sky. Hot yellow sun. The world seemed far away. All sensation emanated from within my captivated sex. The ocean was calling me. The tide was rising and I wanted nothing more than dive within and lose myself in its pounding swirling currents.
Then, quite suddenly, she removed her hand.
I stared up at her. Why?
“But it’s not about what you want.”
She looked at me for a second to see how I’d react and then put her finger to her mouth, “Sweet tears,” she smiled, “and the sweetest tasting cunt. The pleasure is all mine.
You were beautiful. For a novice. I’m impressed. Believe me, they are going to love you here. I was watching you and you genuinely liked it. You really wanted it, didn’t you? To be whipped and beaten and spanked and slapped. That’s a real turn on for us. There is enormous power in you. Here.” She patted my pussy. “That strength. That hunger. It made me want to match you and I found that fantastically arousing. Next time you see me, I’ll have my whips, my dear. And then we will really get to know each other. Perhaps an all-nighter downstairs with a few friends, I’ll have to make the arrangements. Anyway, I’m certainly looking forward to seeing you whipped at the Gatherings.”
She laughed and then slapped my ass, “You’ve got so much to learn.”
Then she got up and put her top back on.
“There are those here who will abuse you by selfishly trying to turn you into the thing that they want you to be. An object of their desire alone. You can be more than that. Be aware of all there is within you. And how many you serve as well as how much. There is a long road ahead for you here. I hope you make it.”
She picked up the rope, “Anyway, that’s enough for now. C’mon, bitch. Let’s go. I’m late. And remember. Eyes down. Silence at all times.”
Image – Corwin Prescott
Real naked. Slave naked.
I was really intrigued by what she had said. But really frustrated at not being able to ask any questions. My head was spinning with it all. She said I had so much to learn. I wanted to know more but was going to have to wait. I guess that is part of the game too. Keep you guessing and on your toes.
Anyway, with her words still ringing in my ears, we set off once more for the house.
Even though she hadn’t let me cum, I felt strangely euphoric and post orgasmic. My nipples were tender and sore but it wasn’t really pain now. More of a warm glow. A nice feeling. Tingly and hot. Red and tasty. They way I like them on others. So why not on me? I mean they are there to be played with aren’t they? And now the minty cool air was caressing and licking at them. Refreshing them. Healing them.
I loved the feeling of being naked in the wild. And now I felt even more naked. Exposed. Defenseless. Powerless and beholden to all. Real naked. Slave naked.
This was heaven.
The woods were so magical and I couldn’t help but wonder at all the beauty around me. Life. It was everywhere. And the tall redwoods. Eternal and timeless. Their branches almost touching the sky. Their serenity undeniable. The birds were singing and I felt the sun burning warm on my shoulders. Compared to all this I am nothing. A slave. No. An object. That’s what she’d said. But not even that really. Not yet. I still had to learn to be even that simple thing.
I thought of the spirits of those who had hunted in these woods a thousand years ago – the true natives, the real keepers and custodians of these woods. I could feel them all around and I fancied they were watching me in particular. I knew, as they had known, that my present euphoria was born of my own abnegation. My submission. To be nothing is to be everything.
I smiled. I always loved this feeling.
I was high as a kite and loving it.
She was walking a yard or so in front of me. I stared at her back. I remembered the sight of her breasts when she had taken her top off. They were lovely full rounded breasts with succulent pink nipples set like jewels. She had a cute ass too and I loved watching the sensual swaying rhythm of her buttocks as she walked before me.
She was still leading me by the rope but it was looser now. She wasn’t dragging me along as she had done before. She seemed much calmer now and I realized that she was probably having her own quiet post playtime happy hour too.
Image – Scaudon
After about a hundred yards we reached the driveway and the house suddenly came into view.
I glanced up at it. Furtively. I knew I was probably being observed. There were three cars parked in the driveway. Expensive looking. In front of them stood a girl. She was completely still. Like a statue. Her arms at her sides as if standing to attention. Apart from black leather boots and a chauffeur’s cap she was entirely naked.
Another object like me? I began to get an idea of what was in store.
The house itself was large but not quite as big as I had expected. I thought it would be a big mansion or something. It was modern and the design was kind of weird. It seemed to have different levels and there were balconies on one side. Higher up there were larger plate glass windows. Some were mirrored glass and beams of sunlight reflected from them onto the lawn below. There was a kind of tower too. I realized I was almost certainly being watched so I lowered my eyes.
We followed a path which went round the side of the building and stopped outside a door.
“Right. Before we go in, if you need to pee or do anything you’d better do it here and now because if you wait and have to do it later you’ll get punished, and believe me, it won’t be anything you’ll like.”
I nodded and she led me into some bushes and stood next to me.
I waited. She was still holding me by the lead.
She just stood and stared at me.
Oh I see.
I squatted down.
So I had zero privacy and was going to have to ask permission to do everything. Even to pee. But how was I going to ask if I wasn’t allowed to speak?
And when I’d finished I couldn’t even wipe myself. She just yanked on the rope and said, “C’mon. We’re late. I need to get you into processing before lunch.”
Food. After all the fun and exhilaration I was hungry. Breakfast seemed like ages ago. I wondered when they would feed me. Or was that something I needed to earn too?
We walked up some white steps and I followed her through the door. The room looked just like a post office. There was a desk opposite with some boxes and cages stacked up behind it. They looked like bird cages. But really large. Large enough for a person.
There was no one there.
“Merle! You there?”
A dark-skinned woman in a pale blue uniform appeared from the doorway.
“Oh Hi Malinda.”
She glanced at me, then came over to the desk and sat down in front of a computer.
“Hi Merle. Delivery. Package to be processed. Found at main gate, delivery time 11.45. am. For examination and assessment. Discipline. One infraction. Duly punished. Spanked.”
Merle typed in the details and gave me another look.
“Little unruly is she? Looks like a cutie though.”
“Yeah. She needs a firm hand. I wouldn’t mind booking her for a party downstairs in a few weeks or so. After she’s been initiated. I’ll let you know.”
“Sure.” Merle nodded and continued typing.
“Hey Merle, any chance of some cock? That new boy in the stables for example. I got the hots for him when he came in. Any chance you can get me some quality time there? And soon?”
Merle laughed. “You and everyone else around here, babe. They’re queuin’ up for him. Both sexes and all creeds, tendencies and denominations. He’s the most popular thing we’ve had around here in a long time. But you just gonna have to stand in line with the rest of em. Be worth it though,” she winked, “Believe me, I know, that is one meaty cock.”
Malinda grunted her evident disappointment and then whacked me hard on the ass.
“Dammit. Didn’t I say there was a default position to be assumed at all times? Second infraction.”
I quickly dropped to my knees and lowered my head.
“You see? Make a note of that, Merle”
“Yeah don’t worry, I’ll deal with it. I’ll need to have all her details before taking her down for examination anyway. And what the hell did you do to her? She’s filthy. And what’s that red mark around her neck? You weren’t just spanking her were you?”
“I cut through the woods from the gate. Silly bitch fell into some bushes.”
“Well, I’ll have to hose her down before she goes downstairs.”
“Yeah, well, have fun. I’m late for my lunch.
“OK darlin’. Catch you later!”
She’d talked about me like I was a delivery. And they were going to unwrap me just like a package. I was the object within. The present. The prize. I loved that. I remembered the naked girl by the cars. The thought of what they might do to me just made me feel wild and beautiful and horny all over.
“OK cutie,” Merle said,”I’m gonna take those cuffs off and you gonna come with me. On all fours, mind. When you’re inside the building you got to crawl.”
She took out a collar and chain from a drawer behind the desk and came around to put them on me. As she was taking the cuffs off she stroked my back and said, “You a pretty little kitty ain’t you?
Let me see you crawl into my boudoir.”
To be continued