Iris - A New Day Part 4 of 12

It was over an unknown period of time that the aches in my body became stronger, and I emitted constant moans so that I could at least give an audible voice to my plight which was intense to say the least. My muscles were strained, my joints were starting to hurt and I was wondering how long it would be before I cramped up. Pleading for my freedom did nothing but provide me with more suffering as the clothespins were pulled and twisted in a most energetic manner by my captor and I was unable to know just what she thought of my present helplessness due to my senses being deprived.

Any thoughts on how much longer I would my held in this present predicament became irrelevant when my arms and legs began to tremble as the strain became too much for them, and I was on the edge of panic because of this as cramps were sure to follow.

Cries of fear escaped from my gagged mouth as I struggled harder than before as I knew the fate that awaited me if I did not find some kind of freedom out of my current position. The fact was that I needn’t have worried, as the cord that bound my wrists to the top of the chair was untied and I was able to sit back in the chair, and my left ankle was freed a few seconds later, followed by my right leg. My hair was untied which allowed me to move my head forward at last, and I felt wonderful compared to just a few moments ago when my body was so strained.

To be honest I shouldn’t have been scared because my daughter knows to watch for the trembling of my arms and legs when I am placed in strict bondage, and she has taken great care of me every since the time when my limbs did become cramped. When that happened a year of so ago, I screamed in agony as Jodi cut the ropes away from my limbs and I massaged my arms and legs as best I could in order to get them to work properly again. When I looked up at my daughter, she dropped the pair of scissors that she had used to free me, and I saw the shock and guilt on her face as she turned and left the room.

I knew what she was going to do next, but I wasn’t in a fit state to stand up let alone chase after her, so I waited until I could stand and made my way up to my daughter’s bedroom to see if I could help her. What awaited me was no surprise, as it had happened enough times before for me to know just how I would find Jodi after a situation like this. She was in a prone position on her large brass bed with her arms and legs stretched up and down so that she was unable to move away from where she had placed herself. Her ankles and wrists were in what she called her punishment handcuffs, her bound ankles were tied to the bottom of the bed with a length of rope and the links of her wrist cuffs had been taken around one of the vertical bars so that her hands were on the other side.

As I entered the room, she looked up at me with pleading eyes and I saw that she had tied a black scarf so that the thick material went between her teeth so that her tongue was pushed out of the way. She had picked up the slipper from my room and placed it beside her on and bed, and as I sat down beside her, she motioned at it with her head as if she wanted me to get on with her punishment. I stroked her hair and explained that it wasn’t her fault, but the shaking of her head and the tearful look in her eyes let me know that she considered my suffering to be her fault and her responsibility. This left me with only one option to resolve this, so I stood up, picked up the slipper and raised it above my daughter’s bottom...

Some people might say that I should have just left her and she would get tired of it after a while, but they don’t know just how stubborn Jodi can be once she is like this, as she will not free herself. Oh, I tried leaving her like this during an entire afternoon and evening, only to walk in and see her bucking on the bed with a look of desperation in her eyes which indicated that she was going to suffer a severe humiliation. I only managed to get her to relieve her desperate state by promising that I would place her back in her bound state and administer her punishment. Is there anyone who would want to cause that kind of shame to their daughter?

As to the concept of trying to free her, try freeing a person bound in this way when they really don’t want to get out of their restraints and they are fighting you as best they can. I only managed it once, and I was terrified of hurting Jodi and breaking a bone in her one of her hands, but this left me with an even more upset girl. Stopping her from binding herself in the first place doesn’t help as I have to watch her all of the time, and she can’t eat or sleep until she obtains her release from guilt, so I can’t eat or sleep either. During one holiday, she stayed like this from Tuesday Morning to late into Wednesday night until I bound her to her bed and delivered her punishment, telling her that as part of the punishment she would remain bound to the bed until morning. I left the room to take a bathroom break and by the time I returned, my daughter was fast asleep which left me feeling very relieved, so I slept on the bed next to her.

Seeing my daughter has a guilt problem, why shouldn’t I see a psychiatrist? After a few times of punishing Jodi, I decided to take her to a specialist who was supposed to work with children in order for her to be helped, but she only saw him two times. The first time, she came home miserable and guilty and she said that he had ended up making her feel worse, but the second time she came home all smiles and full of the joys of spring. She seemed so happy that I was overjoyed, until I saw the half-dead look in her eyes, a look that I had recognised in a foster-brother that my parents had taken in for a while.

“What did he do to make you feel better?” I asked, with a feeling of sadness in my heart.

“Just something good, and it took all of my guilt away.” She said as she reached into her pocket, and she took out a bottle of instant happiness with a small label that read “To be taken three times a day.” To say the least I was horrified at what he had done to my daughter’s. The doctor had decided that the easiest solution was to steam-roller Jodi’s mind with a chemical!

I waited until the effects of the pill ended and then I got her to wash the rest of the bottle’s contents down the sink, even though it was technically wrong, as it would be a symbolic image of release. It as preferably to have my Jodi as she is, with her perculiar quirk rather than become one of the smiling dead, and I heard that proceedings had been started by other parent a few months later after news of his behaviour had become public. Neither of us were prepared to go to a new psychiatrist after that event, and I will wait until Jodi is ready to try again, but that may still be some time in the future.

After I delivered Jodi’s punishment for me ending up with cramps, or to be more precise perform an action that would relieve my daughter’s guilt, she became her usual happy and bubbly self again, and we went downstairs to watch a movie...

While I sat in the chair because I could do nothing but wait for the next move of my Mistress, I thought that she might ask me how the experience was once this captivity ended, and I knew that I would be unable to lie to her. If she hears about the social taboo that I had to end up breaking because of my situation, I would have to do my best to convince her that it wasn’t her fault, otherwise I am going to have to help her with a lorry load of guilt. I thought that I was worrying too much though, and that I could explain that any mistake was mine and not hers, and in the end the outcome has been positive so no harm has been done.

There was a sensation at each ear, and the plugs were removed which was quite a relief as they were causing me to itch a little, due to the long time that I had to wear them.

“When I untie your arms, you are to bring your hands together in front of you. Do you understand?”

I nodded my head and I felt the hands of my Mistress touching my arms as the cord that restrained my elbows was removed, and this was followed by the bindings that held my hands together. Once I was free, I brought my hands together in front of me, held them up as if I was in prayer so that they may be bound by my captor and there was a well known sensation as the rope was wound around my wrists about seven times before four cinches were used to secure the rope in place. As my hands were tied in front of me, my situation as the captive of Mistress Dee was confirmed once more, and the cord that went across my waist was untied so that I would be able to stand up at last.

“Stand up, turn to your left, step on the kitchen step that will be in front of you and turn around so I can get you on the table.”

This set of instructions let me know what I was going to be bound to next, but it left me wondering just what was going to happen to me once I was immobilised by my Mistress. I stood up, but I was feeling a little unsteady after being bound to the chair for so long, and I waited for a few seconds before turning on the spot so that I faced the direction where the table would be. Knowing that the table would not be far away, I decided to move inch by inch until my toes stubbed themselves against the step that had been placed there. My right foot was put on top of the step which was followed by my left, and I turned around on the step so that I would be able to sit on the table when I was ordered to.

“Sit down, and I will take it from there.”

As I placed by bottom on the top of the table, I felt a cold sensation on my skin which let me know that the tablecloth had been removed and that the marble surface was exposed. After I was in position, the step was dragged away, I was pushed back until the back of my knees touched the tabletop, and a pressure against my chest caused me to lie down on my back. A rope was secured to my wrist bindings, and my hands were pulled over my head towards the other end of the table where they would be bound into place by the rope to one of the brass rings that were screwed into each side of the table. Next, the end of four lengths of rope were tied to my legs, one each to the point just below my knees, and one each to my right and left ankles which made me think that they were not going to be tied together.

My right upper leg was moved as far as it could go to the right, and the pressure on the knee rope suggested that the other end had been tied to the top of the table leg. It was the turn of my right ankle to be pulled next as it was bound to the table, and my left leg was moved before it was also restrained in position by the two pre-tied cords.

“I don’t think that you will need this for a while.” Mistress Dee said as she untied the knot that kept the blindfold over my eyes, and the cloth was removed so that I could see the upside down face of my captor as she leaned over the side of the table where my hands were tied. Her face approached mine and I closed my eyes in pleasure as my gagged lips were brushed by hers and I received kiss after kiss from her as I lay there on the table. While the kissing continued she reached her hands up to my chest and teased the mounds of my breasts with the tips of her fingers, which stirred the feeling of passion between my legs.

“I can’t reach you properly with my lips, so my hands will have to do for the moment as I knead your breasts.” Her hands massaged my breasts with her fingers pressing into the ample flesh and it seemed as if she was treating the mounds like piles of dough that had to be turned into rolls. “These will require extra special moulding before I put them for baking in my oven of love.” My captor said as she rolled my nipples between thumb and forefinger which increased the arousal in my body and caused the peaks of my breasts to become erect.

If I had paid attention to Mistress Dee’s words and behaviour, I might have been able to prepare myself for what was to follow but I was enjoying myself too much to notice what should have been familiar to me. The sigh that escaped my lips and the twitching in my hips let my captor know just how much I had been affected by her actions, as she halted her caresses and walked around to the other side of the table.

“It seems that there is more than one set of lips that need kissing.” My Mistress said as she bent over the table.

Are you really going to do this do me, bring me to bliss with your own mouth?

I squealed as I felt the touch of her mouth on the lips between my legs, and I writhed as her delicate kisses sent shockwaves of ecstasy through my loins. Mistress Dee set to work with her lips, and I was squirming and moaning as she took me closer and closer to the peak of pleasure. I even started to thrust my hips upward as her tongue traced circles around the most intimate part of my flower, and it seemed that I was right on the edge when she stopped her caress between my legs.

My complaining did nothing do encourage her to continue but as I squirmed in my denial, she said “Close your eyes and in a minute I will give you an experience that you will never forget.”

After closing my eyes, I listened as my daughter moved about the kitchen and I wondered just what she was up to, as it seemed that she had opened and closed one of the cupboards. You must be getting something to tease me with. She returned to the table between my legs, and there was the sound of paper rustling as if something was placed down on the table with its top opened up.

Her hands were cupping my breasts just a few moments later before they made their way down to my abdomen, but the pleasure was replaced by an intense itching after just a couple of seconds after her touch. There are just three things that can cause my skin to react like that, the first is saliva and I have already mentioned about how this affects me. Dust is another, but it is only a mild annoyance, but the third is unbearable on my body.

Icing sugar! You’re covering me in icing sugar. I opened my eyes in shock as Mistress Dee put more of the white powder over me, and I begged through my gag for her to stop but she just smiled at my plight.

“I’ve baked you till you’re hot, but you need some extra decoration and heating before you will be perfect to taste.” She said as she picked up some more of the sugar in her right hand, which she placed between my legs and I begged and pleaded at her because I knew exactly where this amount would end up.

“Just one more spot to decorate.”

My shrieks reached a new pitch as the powder was rubbed and pressed into the space between my legs, and the feeling became unbearable just a few seconds later with my pelvic area convulsing and thrusting from the ordeal.

“I am going to allow my cake to rise for a while, so I will leave you alone.”

I was starting to swear through my gag as my captor left the room and I remembered that this whole torment was from another one of my stories called ‘Bound and Baked’, while my body arched in reaction to my predicament.

Please, come back, I’ll do whatever you want!