Real Stories - September/October 2007

Screen 15 of 40

I had arranged with the Mistress女主人 — a woman who leads a submissive partner at this point to chain my elbows nearly together, but sufficiently far apart that I could just get my arms up over my head, which she did very competently. Almost too competently as she’d chained them really tight and the chain bit into my elbows when I raised them up. Finally, I had already padlocked my manacles to the ceiling hook and stretching up, almost up on my toes, managed to lock my wrists into them. A bit too tight for comfort, especially also with the chains biting now quite deep into the flesh of my elbows and knees, but it was obviously now too late to start all over again.

At least, if nothing else much happened in this session, I was now conscious of the blissful and exciting sensation of being utterly helpless in that position and the knowledge that I couldn't possibly escape. Even if the torture turned out to be more ticklish than severe, at least the thrilling awareness that I'd placed myself in a position giving her total control and the pain of struggling in this tight bondage捆绑 — being tied or restrained must produce a reasonable orgasm高潮 — the sexual climax.