Krystal and Sara – Captive Cats Part Two

As Krystal slowly moved along, she wondered what was going to happen to her and her friend. I’m guessing that this has been our punishment for upsetting her, and the next part will be even tougher on us.

After what seemed like an hour, the manager said “Stop!” The two girls obeyed, and the leads were removed from their collars. “I will guide each of you to your separate locations, and I expect no resistance as I do so. Sara, you will be first, and when I press against your back, you are to lean forward.”

The blond captive was held by the woman and made to shuffle forward until she felt something metallic in front of her. What on earth is that? There was a hand pressing against the lady’s back, so she leaned forward, and the woman felt her midriff pressing against some kind of cushion. As she was in this position, her legs were lifted up slightly, the captive found herself lying flat across the cushion on her abdomen, and what seemed to be a wide leather strap was wrapped around her midriff and buckled tightly.

Is this a bar stool that I’m lying on? If it is, I’m not going anywhere now. The handcuff around her right ankle was unlocked, her shorts were removed, her left ankle was moved to the left, and the other end of the handcuff was locked onto something metallic. You’re handcuffing me to the stool! One end of another handcuff was tightened around the lady’s right ankle, and the woman knew that it would be impossible to move from her present position.

The handcuff was unlocked from Sara’s right wrist, her blouse was removed, and her left hand was taken down in front of her with the other end of the handcuff locked down. Her right hand was taken down and to the right and her wrist was encircled by another handcuff. I won’t be able to do anything except lie here, and I suspect that this is about to happen to Krystal.

It wasn’t long before Krystal was moved forward, and she soon found herself lying over the cushion, strapped down, and with her ankles and wrists cuffed to the item. I think that Sara’s to my left, but where are we?

“I’m going to remove your blindfolds, so keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them.” The two captives did as they asked, and the cloth strips were removed from their heads. “You may open your eyes now.”

There was a gasp from the two ladies as they opened their eyes, as they discovered that they were in the middle of the bar room, with the bar to their right! As they looked at themselves and each other, with Krystal between Sara and the bar, they realised the true extent of their predicament. Both captives were lying on top of a four legged metal bar stool which was covered with a red cushion, a wide belt strapped them down to it, and each limb was secured with handcuffs to a point on a leg that intersected with a horizontal metal ring that touched all four legs.

They noticed that none of the customers were in the bar, but the two barmaids were standing by the closed door that led into the bar. Jane stood in front of the captives, and she smiled as she looked at the two prisoners. “The second part of your punishment begins in a few minutes. Andrea, would you be so good as to open the door so that the customers can get seated for tonight’s entertainment.”

The brown haired woman opened the door, the gentlemen walked in so that they could sit down, and they smiled as they saw the women in helpless bondage on the bar stools. Krystal looked at the growing number of men in the room, and she got a feeling in the pit of her stomach that things were going to get worse. What entertainment do you have in mind, Jane? OMG, Sara and me are going to be the entertainment. What are you going to do to us?

Both captives looked very worried as the last of the men sat down, and the Jane spoke. “Gentleman, these two ladies have behaved very cruelly towards you for the past week, so I have decided that they should make amends for their bad behaviour. Each of you has picked up a folded piece of paper with a number written on it out of a box, so everyone look at their number.” The men took out the folded up paper and looked at the number that was written there. “Number One and Two, please step over here please.”

As the two men stood up and approached Jane, the captives cried out, pulling and struggling against the handcuffs that held them to the stool. Sara looked frantic as the two men stopped in front of the manager, and the true shock of what was going to happen dawned on her. Please Jane, you can’t do this to us! We didn’t behave that badly.

“Choose one lady and use her as you see fit.” Jane said to the men. “Three and four, get ready.”

Screams were emitted from the mouths of the two captives as they shook their heads wildly, and they pulled as hard as ever against their bonds, but their attempts to free themselves were useless. They had both discussed their erotic fantasies, especially the one where they were bound and gagged in a roomful of men who took advantage of them, but the reality was somewhat different.

Krystal watched in horror as “One” walked behind her, and there was a familiar sound of the pulling down of a zip. Please, you can’t do this to me! Not in front of all of these people! She tried to steel herself against the inevitable, but the captive knew that this would be impossible at best, given what her fate was. “MMMGGGGGMMM!” The woman screamed as her flower was roughly filled by the man’s rod, and she squirmed in her helplessness on the stool. A cry to the left told Krystal that Sara had also been forcefully taken.

As the man slowly slid in and out of her, Krystal realised to her horror that only was she still aroused because of the caresses from her manager, but her desire was increasing as the man thrust into her. I can’t be enjoying this! If I orgasm here, they will know that I like it somehow, and they will use that against me! Although she tried to prevent herself from enjoying this, soft moans escaped from her gagged mouth, and similar sounds from her friend showed that Sara was being pleasured by this as well.

The hard flesh thrust into her even faster and harder, and Krystal was unable to think of anything else but the fact that she was approaching her peak’s desire, and she knew that her climax was unavoidable. Suddenly, there was a long, loud cry to the left of her, and as the woman looked to the left, she could see that Sara was in the throes of bliss. A moment later, it was as if the woman heard herself scream as her being was filled with the ecstasy of orgasm, and she was only vaguely aware of the man exploding into her flower...

“Three and Four, go to the ladies and pleasure yourselves.” The manager said.

Sara stared at “Four” as he approached her and walked behind her, and she wondered if this time would be the same as before. There was the sound of another trouser zip being pulled down, and the man said “We can choose how to pleasure ourselves with the ladies?”

Jane smiled as she looked at the helpless women. “You can choose what you want to do to them.”

“Okay.” said the man “I’ve always wanted to do this, but I’ve never found a willing woman.”

The woman felt the tip of his staff against her flower, and she fully expected it to go in, but it started to gently trace a path upward, and she screamed and shook her head when she worked out what the destination of his lust was. You can’t put it in there, you just can’t! I’ll die of shame! The cheeks of her bottom were parted, the tip came to rest against her ‘star’, and the captive’s hands and feet flailed at the end of the handcuffs as she panicked from knowing what was going to happen.

“EEEPH!” Cried the blond haired woman as she felt a little pain, but the rest of the feeling could only be described as “intense” as the man penetrated her bottom. She looked to her right and saw the look of shame on her friend’s face as she had also been entered in the same manner. We’ve both been taken in our derrieres now, what else could you possible do to humiliate us further?

The thrusts were slow and gentle at first, and Sara was shocked to discover that although she felt pain from his actions, the feeling of pleasure was increasing moment by moment. You’re sliding in and out of my bottom, I can’t possibly be enjoying what you are doing to me! As she looked to her right, the lady saw that her friend had already closed her eyes as she moaned and squirmed with each thrust. OMG Krystal, you look as if you’re really enjoying this.

The moan that escaped from Sara’s mouth confirmed her fear that she too was enjoying this act against her body, and she felt the arousal grow within her body. Is this because of our fantasies? Is this because we have wondered what something like this would feel like, and now it is reality, we are losing ourselves in it?

The thrusts were quicker and harder now, and the pain that the woman had felt was drowned in a sea of pleasure as her lust was reaching its explosion point. Please, don’t let me climax from this, as everyone will think that I’m a whore for enjoying it. Her wishes fell on deaf ears as the continual thrusts took her body over the edge, and she was overwhelmed by the experience flowing through her...

 “Five and Six, go to the girls, please.”

The “Five” and “Six” stepped behind the captives, and the ladies were relieved as their flowers were filled with the men’s erect rods. As the flesh slid in and out of her slowly, Sara was puzzled to watch a man walk up to the manager and whisper in her ear.

“You’re right, Number Seven. I actually had thought of it, but I wasn’t going to mention it, even though they are prepared for it. Perhaps that it’s time that I did.” Jane gave an evil smile before she continued speaking. “Gentlemen, these ladies not only caused you trouble with their bodies, but with their mouths as well. Number Eight, you may join Number Seven and punish the ladies’ mouths.”

Sara listened in horror to the words of her manager. Punish our mouths, how do you intend to do that. Suddenly, the captive realised why her mouth was forced apart by a gag which used a metal ring that was between her teeth. I can’t close my mouth, and this ring is just the right size to allow a man’s- NO! The lady shook her head and cried out as the man approached, and she stared transfixed as he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his staff. He took hold of her hair in his left hand, pulled her head back, and he used his right hand to guide his manhood as it gently impaled Sara’s mouth.

You’re in my mouth! You are in me, and I cannot prevent this! The girl know that struggling would just get her into trouble, so she remained still as the man before her slid his staff in and out of her mouth. A muffled gulp from her right let her know that her friend was also in the same situation, and she wondered if this was going to become the standard for the rest of the evening until the punishment was ended.

“You’d better work him lady.” Said the man who was thrusting into Sara’s flower. “If you don’t ensure that he gets pleasured, it won’t happen to you, either.” The man behind her slowed his thrusts down, just as the captive was approaching the point at which she would climax, and the helpless lady’s body ached for the bliss of release.

You’re blackmailing me into pleasuring this man! If I don’t help him climax in my mouth, you’re going to take me without allowing me my orgasm. That’s beyond mean, but you have given me no choice.

It was the person who was thrusting into Krystal’s flower how spoke next. “The same goes for you, lady. No pleasure for my friend, no pleasure for you.” The two helpless women started to use their tongues to stroke and caress the flesh that had invaded their mouths, in the hope of bringing fulfilment to the men standing in front of them.

Sara did her best to caress the manhood of the individual who was using her mouth for his enjoyment, and she could feel the change in him as he was about to reach the peak of pleasure. I’ve just realised! When you climax, it will be released into my mouth, and I will have to accept it! I can’t spit anything out like this, and swallowing will be a torment. Not helping you is likely to cause me extensive orgasm denial, so I have to do this. The strokes of his tip and shaft by her tongue continued, and she only had a moment’s notice as he cried out, before he ‘exploded’ into her mouth and she experienced the warm evidence of his fulfilment.

There was another cry to her right, which indicated that Krystal had also succeeded, and the thrusts into her flower increased which rapidly took her to the heights of orgasm...

A minute later, there was a change of gentlemen, with each lady having to accommodate two men each, and this went on until every man in the room had received pleasure from the captives, at which point they all left the room to watch the Saturday night game.

Krystal looked to the left at her friend. I think that we must both look a mess after this. I’m just glad that it’s all over, and we can get ourselves cleaned up after our punishment. To the ladies’ surprise, however, their manager did not release them from their bondage. We’ve suffered enough for our misdeeds, you can’t be planning on keeping us like this until the end of the game.

As Krystal begged through her gag and made motions with her hands at her captor, the woman smiled and said “You punishment is over when I say it’s over. After the game is over, the gentlemen will return to the bar and you two will be waiting for them in your bondage. I did say that you are tonight’s entertainment, and you two will be putting on your show until closing time.”

The two captives looked up in horror at this comment. You can’t make us go through this all over again! If we do this again, we will have to have those men in us at both ends! Please, no!

The begging and pleading of Sara and Krystal continued non-stop until the end of the game, and from then until closing time they were too ‘occupied’ to beg...

The End

Krystal and Sara – Captive Cats Part One

It was Saturday evening and the two ladies were in the changing room, getting ready for their shift as cocktail waitresses at the ‘Cute Cats’ club. The newest employees, Krystal and Sara, had removed all of their their day clothes and were slipping into their uniforms. First, they pulled up their black Lamé hot pants, which barely covered their bottoms, and this was followed by putting on a white cotton, short sleeve blouse, which wasn’t buttoned up but was knotted below the breasts.

The black fishnet, thigh-high stockings were next, and the two ladies gently smoothed the items up their legs, ensuring that there were no wrinkles in the process, before putting on their black Lamé go-go boots. Next to go on was a black headband which had two cat ears attached, and they strapped a black collar with a D-ring and a little bell around their necks. The  Last items to be worn were elbow length black Lamé gloves which completed the ensemble, and the ladies walked out to the bar.

There were strict rules about how the cocktail waitresses were supposed to interact with the customers, and the dress code meant that the blouse was supposed to be properly buttoned up with a bra underneath. Krystal and Sara defied the clothing rules for a start, as their blouses were joined at the front with just a knot, and they worked bra-less. Their job was to take orders, go to the bar and collect the drinks, and deliver them to the customers. There was to be no physical contact, and all conversation was to be polite and kept to a minimum.

None of this mattered to the two ladies who had just been working at the ‘Cute Cats’ for a week, and they seemed to go out of their way to tease the customers with their actions. For a start, when they delivered the drinks to the table, they leaned so far forward that it appeared as if their breasts were going to fall out, and the clientele occasionally got a glimpse of a nipple or two. Sometimes when they walked past a seated customer, they would stop and turn so that their breasts would brush against the customer’s head, teasing him in the process.

When a customer was standing at the bars, the Krystal and Sara wouldn’t hesitate in ‘accidently’ pressing their bodies against him in order to arouse the poor person, and sometimes they would even rub one of their legs against the individual. They would also occasionally whisper into a man’s ear about how they would love for him to be inside her, just so that he would end up in a state of arousal.

The whole point of this was to tease and torment the men, as the club had strict rules concerning their behaviour towards the waitresses, and the two ladies took every advantage of this by their actions, knowing that the men were completely unable to retaliate in any way.

Normally, they would take their time over the evening, but the Saturday night game was starting in a few hours, and all of the men would disappear into the projection room to watch it, so the women decided that they had to be as active as possible before they had to sit and wait for the game to end. To this end, their teasing was turned up to eleven, and they missed no opportunity in raising temperatures with every customer in the room.

Suddenly, there was a call over the announcement system by the manager, Jane. “Could Krystal report to my office at once, please.”

Sara’s friend walked over to her and said “It looks as if we will have to tone down our fun for the time being, if this is going to be a warning from our employer. Hopefully, it’s something else, in which case it’s business as usual. Anyway, I’ll see you in a few minutes.” With that, Krystal left the bar, leaving Sara to serve and torment the customers in her usual manner.

Krystal planned her strategy as she walked along the corridor from the bar to Jane’s office, deciding what she was going to say. If any of the men have complained, I’ll just say that they wanted to go to bed with me, and they got angry and tried to blackmail me. If the girls behind the bar have said anything, I’ll make it out to be jealousy on account that my tips are bigger than theirs. All I have to do is play the victim, and everything will be okay.

The manager’s door was in front of the woman, so she knocked three times and waited for a response. “Come in, Krystal.” Said Jane.

The lady opened the door and walked inside, but there was no sign of the woman at her desk, which was very unusual. Suddenly, a hand went over her mouth, and a left arm went over her chest. What the-. The hand was taken away from Krystal’s mouth, the confused lady’s wrists were grabbed, and her arms were pulled together behind her back. It was at this point that the lady tried to call for help, but she discovered it was useless as her lips were sealed with tape.

You gagged me! That’s why you put your hand over my mouth, you must have been holding tape in the palm of your hand. As her hands were held together behind her back, the lady felt pressure against her wrists, and a ratchet noise proved that her hands had been handcuffed together.

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll follow my orders exactly. Now, remain still!” Jane hissed. A cloth bag was placed over the captive’s head, so that she was unable to see, and the lady trembled as another pair of cuffs were placed around her ankles and tightened harshly.

OMG, what are you doing to me? What are you going to do to me?

“Shuffle forward until you reach the desk and bend over. If you do not follow the instructions, you will discover that you will regret it.” Jane ordered. The helpless Krystal realised that she had no choice but to obey her manager, so she moved slowly forward in her bonds until her waist pressed against the edge of the desk, and she bent over so that her breasts were pressed against the desk. “Good, now stay like that.” There was the sound of a pressed button and Jane said “Could Sara report to my office at once, please.”

You’re going to do the same thing to my friend! What are you, some kind of slaver?

Sara walked up to the bar and put her tray down. “Could you take my place Andrea? Jane wants to talk to me.”

“Sure, Sara.” The brown haired woman answered as she picked up the tray “I hope that you don’t stay away for long. See you soon.”

The lady walked along to the manager’s office and knocked on the door. “Enter.” Jane said, so Sara turned the handle, opened the door and entered the room.

The scene that the lady saw left her in a state of shock and confusion, as she brought her hands up to her cheeks. Krystal! What’s happened to you? You’re cuffed at the wrists and ankles!

The woman’s arms were roughly taken hold of, and Jane said “Remain completely still, unless you want your friend to suffer badly.” The frightened woman offered no resistance as steel bonds encircled her wrists before they were tightened, and a sound of tearing preceded the placing of a strip of tape over her lips which sealed her mouth. A cloth bag was placed over her head and another pair of cuffs were used to lock her ankles together.

“Move forward until you reach my desk and bend over.” Jane instructed, so the new captive shuffled forwards until she was at her manager’s desk, and she bent over as much as she could, wondering what fate was in store for her and her friend.

“Do you two know why you are here?” Jane asked.

Both ladies shook their heads. “Please don’t act all innocent, you two know very well what you have been up to this past week, and you haven’t even dressed properly. I’m going to show you a little video that I have put together, and you two are going to watch it. Stand up straight and turn around.”

The two women did so, their captor removed the bags from over their heads, and they gasped at the sight before them! Jane was dressed in black patent calf length boots, and a black PVC cat suit with matching gloves, but the most dangerous thing was the riding crop that she held in her right hand. “It’s time for the show to begin, so watch the screen carefully, girls.”

The black haired woman with the slight hook nose went to the side of the desk, pressed a button on a remote control, and a video started to run. The captives were in shock as they watched the site before them as it was a recording of the bar, and the scenes were of every single infraction that the girls had committed over the past week, up to the end of Friday night.

“The worst thing about this is that the cameras were set up in order to protect my workers from the customers, and I always closely monitor the first week of any employee as they are at their most vulnerable. I didn’t expect that it would be my customers who would need protection from you. Plus, your treatment of tonight’s clientele tonight was positively disgraceful, which leaves me no other choice than to take action.”

The ‘dominatrix’ moved behind Krystal, untied the blouse and pulled it down to her wrists, exposing the bare breasts of the captive, before pulling her shorts down to her ankles. She’s stripped me! I know that my gloves and boots on, but in every real way, I’m naked.

Next, Jane went to the other captive, and the helpless lady found herself unable to prevent herself from being placed in the same predicament as her friend, and she trembled in her nakedness.

“How dare you behave like this! You have embarrassed all of us with you behaviour, and you have no right to wear the uniform of my club. This place offers by far the best wages, and the customers give the best tips.” The manager of the club walked to the door and opened it. “You have two options. One, I can punish the pair of you as you deserve, or two, you may leave. The door is open and you can go.”

Sara looked at the open door. But we can’t leave like this, we’re naked, bound and gagged. You can’t expect us to just go out of here in our present predicament. There was a growing look of horror in her friend’s face as Krystal waved her cuffed hands at their captor.

“Why should I bother with that? As I said, you are free to go. I didn’t say anything about changing your present situation. I will arrange for one of the girls to pick up your belongings and she will be waiting for you at your apartment. Now leave!”

Both captives shook their heads in fear at what their manager was suggesting, and Krystal realised the danger of their situation. If we were to try to make our way home like this, we would most likely not get further than a hundred yards before somebody will kidnap us. Our only option is to give in to you and allow you to punish us.

Sara looked downcast as she knew that leaving the club was not an option, so Jane walked up to the two ladies and said “Do I take it then that you pair would prefer to be punished and keep your jobs here?”

The only response the helpless women could give was to nod their heads, so the manager said “turn around and bend over the table to show that you have accepted punishment. I will let you know when the punishment is over.” The two women turned around and bent over the table to show that they were ready to be punished. “Close your eyes and keep them closed until I can say that you can open them again, and keep quiet as I am going to change your gags.” The eyes of the captives closed and they felt the peeling of the tape from their faces. “Open your mouths wide.” As Sara did so, she felt something very peculiar being placed between her teeth, before the straps that were attached to the item were buckled together tightly at the back of her neck.

The other captive received the same experience as her gag was replaced, and she wondered what it was that was forcing her jaw apart. “You may open your eyes now.” The first thing that the helpless ladies did as they opened their eyes was to look at each other, and their eyes grew very wide at the sight of the other person with a gag that consisted of a large metal ring that kept the mouth open rather than closed.

“It is time for the first stage of your punishment.” Jane said as she raised the riding crop into the air with her right hand...

“MMMGGGMMM” Screamed Sara, which was echoed by five more cries as the crop bit deeply into her cheeks which radiated the pain throughout her bottom. It was her friend’s turn to shriek as she was whipped by the crop, and they both received another six blows which were harder than the first.

It was then that Krystal sighed, as her bottom was gently smoothed by Jane’s right hand, while the left softly caressed Sara’s cheeks, and they were thinking about how good this felt after the punishment. This wasn’t to last though, as twelve more strikes landed on each girl’s defenceless derriere, causing them to cry out through their gags, which was followed by another smoothing session.

Sara squirmed and moaned a little as the caresses continued. It’s strange, but this time seems to be even more pleasurable than before. Twelve more blows landed, but they didn’t seem to hurt as much, and the stroking was far more enjoyable. If this carries on, it’ll change from being a punishment to a massage.

The crop was put down on the desk by the manager who said “Stand up straight and turn around, so that you are standing next to each other.” A moment later, Sara found her left side pressing against her friend’s right, wondering what was going to happen next, and she was shocked as Jane caressed the helpless lady’s Mound of Venus with her left hand, while her right stroked Krystal’s intimacy.

The manager saw the look on Sara’s face and said “You can always walk home as you are, if you would prefer that instead.”

This caused the captive to shake her head frantically. If the alternative is to end up on the streets like this, I’ll endure anything that you are going to do to me. Both of the captives moaned a little as deft fingers traced little paths along the petals of their flowers, and they realised that the manager was starting to make them very aroused.

Krystal closed her eyes, but she opened them suddenly as she felt a sensation on her breasts, and she saw that she was being kissed by the manager who also gently sucked at the helpless lady’s nipples. After a minute of this, Jane paid the same attention to Sara’s body, and the poor woman could do nothing to prevent this.

After about a quarter of an hour of this, as the two captives felt that the teasing of their bodies was taking them close to fulfilment, their captor stopped the caresses and picked up two black cloth strips. “This is to help prepare you for the next part of your punishment, and I will be sticking leads on you two as well.” The pieces of cloth were used to cover the eyes of the captives with the ends tied together at the back of their heads, and a lead was attached to their collars so that they could be guided to their new destination.

The two women had no choice but to follow the manager as she pulled on the leads, forcing them to a new location. “Come on, you are my captive cats now...”

Krystal: Crime and PuniS&Ment Chapter Three of Three

Krystal began to sob as it seemed that her denial would never end, when Ian said “Do you want me to release you from your torment?”

She opened her eyes and nodded her head, hoping that he was serious in his offer as he reached into his bag and pulled out a vey thin chain. You have to exchange one torment for another then.” Ian said as he showed his slave the ends of the chain. “These are clover nipple clamps.”

I saw those in one of the photographs of the book, and they were clamped onto the nipples of one of the models. They must hurt like crazy, I’m not having those on me. The captive shook her head showing that she did not want them, so Ian put them down on the coffee table.

“That’s your choice, but if you wish to change your mind, just beg and nod your head.” Ian said as he picked up another sandwich.

That’s horrible! I have to endure this or suffer with those things attached to me. How long can I hold out for, though. It’s not as if I have enough will to stop struggling and reduce my torment.

After a few more minutes, the torture of her denial weakened the slave’s resolve enough so that the clamps became a more attractive means of suffering than her present predicament, and she made begging sounds as she nodded her head.

“Are you ready for your new punishment then?” Ian asked.

Krystal nodded, closed her eyes and bit into her gag. It’s not as if I have any other choice, and I suspect that you had this planned for me from the start. She felt him kneel behind her and his arms gently embraced her for a second. Do you actually like me? You could have handed me over to the police, but I’m wondering if there’s something more than just my punishment involved here.  The front of her dress was pulled down which exposed her erect nipples, and she sighed as he ran his fingertips over her breasts.

The sigh changed to a scream as Ian placed one of the clamps on her right nipple, and she cried out as her left nipple suffered the same fate. For a moment all the captive could think about was the pain in her breasts until it reduced to a throbbing ache. That wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, perhaps it was the fear of the initial pain that made it seem worse.

Krystal sighed again as the finger’s of Ian’s left hand softly caressed her mound which added to the pleasure that the chain was already providing. I will get my release and be free of one torment anyway. She discovered that it wasn’t going to be that simple.

“MMMMMGGGGG!” The chain that was attached to her nipples by the clamp was pulled hard by her captor and she cried out again as it was tugged for a second time. That makes it even worse, maybe I should have just stayed with the denial. The strokes and touches to Krystal’s intimacy became faster and stronger, and she moaned and writhed as her feelings took control of her body.

The occasional pulls on the chain made the slave scream out, but even this no longer distracted the flames of lust that were almost at their peak inside her. Please, just a little more and I’m there. The caresses of her mound and valley speeded up and Krystal screamed as the orgasm coursed through her, and it seemed that the strong tugs on the chain just added to her bliss. As she lay on the floor in her ecstasy, the girl was only vaguely aware that the chain and padlocks were removed from her body.

Krystal was lifted out of her post-orgiastic reverie when a rumbling stomach reminded her that she was hungry.

“Do you want to eat?” Ian asked “Although it seems that your stomach has answered your question for you.”

The girl nodded as she lay on the floor. I suppose that you’ll have to feed me though, as I will be unable to feed myself. She was surprised when Ian put the large plate on the floor in front of her, with the remainder of the sandwiches cut into small pieces. I’m gagged, how am I supposed to eat this?

“I’m removing your gag so that you can eat, but you will have to feed yourself.” Ian unlocked the chains at the back of Krystal’s neck and removed her bit gag. “If you speak, the meal is over and you will be gagged again.”

I can’t even ask you how I’m going to eat this, and I have to be careful in moving as the clamps are still attached. The girl slowly turned herself around and crawled cautiously along on he ground, whimpering when the clamps were caught between her body and the floor. I’m having to use my knees and elbows to move and I must look really silly moving like this.

It wasn’t long before she was at the plate, and she decided that her only option was to take the food directly from the plate by using her lips. You’ve got me eating as if I’m a pet of yours, and I wonder if you will be taking me for a walk on a collar and lead soon. As the helpless girl was eating, Ian left the room and returned carrying a bowl of water with a straw in it, which was placed beside the plate. I have to drink off the floor as well?

Krystal took sips of water through the straw as she ate the small squares off the plate, and the girl finished her meal without any problems apart from the embarrassment that she had to endure.

I hope that my master doesn’t force me to beg when the time comes for me to need to use the toilet, as that would be too mean. She struggled to get herself back into a kneeling position, and she succeeded on the third try. I probably look like a begging animal, kneeling with my arms to my side.

The captive blushed again when Ian patted her on the head and said “That’s a good girl. Open your mouth wide.”

She opened her mouth wide as he picked up the bit gag and the bound captive was soon securely gagged as well. Ian unlocked Krystal’s ankles from her thighs and lifted the girl up until she was in a standing position. The straps at the top of her thighs were loosened and taken down to just under her knees where they were locked into place, and her legs were padlocked together at her ankles and knees.

She offered no resistance as her wrists were unlocked from her upper arms, her arms were placed straight out from her body, and her wrists were locked back together as they were before lunch. The straps around her upper arms were moved back to their original position below her elbows and padlocked to each other.

Krystal yelped as she lowered her arms, which pressed against her clamps that sent a jolt of pain into her nipples. I have to be careful how I put my arms as I could really torture myself by accident. The captive held her arms out straight to avoid contact with her nipples, and Ian placed the feather duster in her hands.

“You have to clean the upper floor, my slave. I’m sure that you can move up the stairs on your bottom as your hands are in front of you. I’m going back to the basement to do some more work.” Ian left the living room with Krystal slowly shuffling towards the door.

Hopping is not a good idea, unless I want to practice self-torture. The captive left the room and approached the stairs slowly, but as she place her bottom on one of the steps, she let out a little yelp as the clamps made their presence known. Going upstairs is going to be a torment by itself.

It took some time, but the ‘French Maid’ in bondage finally reached to top step and lifted herself up. I shall save the master bedroom until last, as that will doubtless be the master’s. She worked as carefully as she could along the corridor, but she still managed to catch the clamps with her upper arms.

I can’t avoid them, and I can’t remove them.  Even if I could take them off, I would just be punished for my actions, so it’s best that they remain were they are. Although the clamps did make Krystal suffer, in some way they also added to her arousal and she occasionally moaned as continued to dust.

Maybe I should ask my master if it’s okay to stay after midnight, as I like the idea of staying as his captive. I find it unusual that he hasn’t taken advantage of me, as he could do so if he wanted. As the girl cleaned, she began to fantasise about being a permanent captive of Ian’s and she would be completely helpless as he ravished her.

Room after room was slowly cleaned, and Krystal finally entered the master bedroom. It was a luxurious room, with a large brass bed with white sheets as the centrepiece. I wonder how many different ways my master could tie me to that bed. As the girl dusted the room, she noticed that there was a large book on a table, but the ‘Maid’ decided to dust the room until it was cleaned.

After there was nowhere left to be dusted, Krystal shuffled over to the book and saw that it was the one that she tied to steal earlier, so she put her duster down and carefully opened the book. The images affected her even more this time, possibly because she was in bondage just as the models were. Each turn of the page aroused her more until she was moaning with desire, and she wondered how she was going to quench the flame inside her.

When Krystal looked at a new image of a model who was suspended in the air with her wrists and ankles tied together, she knew that she had to find some way to relieve her need. As she tried to bring her hands down so that she could caress her intimacy, a loud yelp escaped from her lips as the clamps that were pressing on her nipples were moved by her upper arms.

Even if these clamps weren’t tormenting me, the way that my arms are bound will prevent me from caressing my most intimate area. I have to find some other means of relief, or suffer from my desire again. The captive looked at the left bottom corner of the brass bed with the rings around the post, and she wondered if it would provide her with the necessary stimulation.

There is only one way to find out. Krystal moved over, took hold of the top of the frame and rubbed her most sensitive place up down on the post. That feels so good, this might even do the trick. The girl continued with her use of the corner of the bed for her own pleasure, and she was oblivious to everything else as she close her eyes.

“Thank you for some excellent photographs, my slave. They will entertain a lot of people.” Ian said, shocking Krystal back to reality. She stopped pressing herself against the bed, opened her eyes and saw her master standing in the doorway with the camera in his hands.

OMG, how long have you been there? What’s more important, what are you going to do to me? Instead of cleaning, I have been pleasuring myself, and I’m sure that I will be punished for that.

Ian put down the camera and approached the slave. “When you had finished cleaning, you should have called me, instead of giving yourself a break and having some fun. “ He turned his head and noticed the image on the page. “That gives me an Idea for your punishment, but I need to remove something from you.”

Krystal screamed as he took hold of the chain that connect the clamps together and pulled hard. “No, it won’t come off that way. I would suggest that you bite hard on your gag, because this is going to hurt a little. Lift your arms up.”

 The girl followed his order and screamed again as Ian pressed on the clamps and removed them from her nipples. He gently massaged her breasts with his hands, stimulating the flow of blood back into the area so that his captive would recover quickly. That really hurt, but at least I no longer have them on me.

“I’m going to put you into a sitting position on the floor, slave. I trust that you will not give me any trouble?” Krystal kept still as Ian took hold of her and placed her in a sitting position on the floor.

What is going to happen to me? The man walked over to a  side chest,  opened a drawer, took out two padlocks and returned to the prisoner on the floor. He used one padlock to secure her wrists to her ankles and the second one bound her elbows to her knees. I’m not going anywhere like this, I’m immobilised.

“You look very good like that.” Ian said as he picked up his camera and took a series of photographs of Krystal as she sat helpless on the floor, before placing her on her left side and taking several more of her in this position.

I can’t move an inch like this. Is this it? The captive looked very alarmed as Ian took a stepladder out of a closet, along with a four wheel pulley system that had a hook on each end. The step ladder was set up in the middle of the room and he attached one pulley to a hook that was in the ceiling, with the other end on the ground. The ladder was put away and the latch hook on the other end of the system was attached to Krystal’s ankle bonds.

You’re going to lift me up into the air by my wrists and ankles. Please don’t! The girl struggled furiously as she was pulled across the floor by her captor until she was under the hook in the ceiling.

“It’s no use, slave, you will be hanging around for a while.” Ian steadily pulled on the rope, and the horrified girl could do nothing as her hands and feet were lifted into the air, and she was left on her back. The lifting continued and Krystal was hoisted up so that she was suspended in the air and her body was at the height of her captor’s hips. Ian tied off the end of the rope to a loop that was on the wall, which secured the captive at this height.

The girl struggled weakly, worried that she might fall to the ground if she pulled too much on her bonds, but even the suspension had done nothing to alleviate her arousal. If anything, it had increased as a result of her predicament, and she moaned as she hung there in her bondage.

“You really are a sex-mad slut, my slave. I will have to punish you further for that, and I think that a good spanking is in order.” Krystal squealed as Ian took hold of her panties and pulled them to her knees.

I’m hanging in the air, I’m helpless, and my bottom is going to be turned red. The captive shook her head and protested as Ian took hold of her knee/elbow restraints with his left hand and raised his right.

“MMMMGGGMMM!” Krystal’s bottom was struck hard by Ian’s right hand and she bit into her gag as the strong stinging feeling spread through her cheeks. She screamed each time after five more smacks were delivered, causing her to struggle uncontrollably. Then something unexpected happened as his fingers gently smoothed over her bottom, providing a little relief.

There were six more blows, and she cried out every time, although the caresses of her cheeks after the pain were very arousing and the girl was wondering if this was to punish or pleasure her. After a minute of care, there were six more spanks, but they seemed to be less painful this time, and the soothing was even more pleasurable.

Krystal realised that the combination of pain and pleasure was making her even more aroused and that she would soon climax from her punishment. Another cycle of spanking and soothing left her close to the edge and she was writhing and moaning as a result of the fire within her intimacy. Six smacks on her bottom left the girl on the edge of her bliss and she knew that six more would leave her in ecstasy.

Then Ian stopped and sat down on the bed, leaving Krystal in denial. No! You can’t do this to me. You can’t leave me on the edge like this, it’s pure torture! She struggled and protested, writhed and pleaded, but this was all in vein as her torment just sat there, smiling.

“What would you offer me so that you can be fulfilled?” Ian asked as he used his camera to take more photographs of the suffering girl.

Oh God, I would give you anything, I would give you everything. You can have me, take advantage of me, keep me as your slave forever, bound and gagged and at your mercy. It then dawned on Krystal that she actually wanted Ian to keep her and not let her go, she wanted him to keep her restrained in bondage. She knew that if she was free, all that would happen would be that her friends would get her into trouble again.

“Do you have something to offer me?” Ian asked and Krystal nodded. He stood up, walked to the girl and removed her gag. “What is it that you have to offer?”

The girl looked up into his eyes from her awkward angle and said “Me, you can have me. I’ll be your slave girl from now on. Keep me and use me as you will.”

“Open wide.” Ian said as he raised the gag. Krystal did so and the bit was soon between her teeth as the gag was locked into place. “I accept your offer, and my first act will be to take advantage of you.”

The suspended girl nodded her head, hoping that her master wasn’t teasing her. Please take advantage of me master, use me and treat me as you wish. She watched as Ian went around to her bottom, and she squealed as his sword sheathed itself into her valley. It feels so good to have you inside me, and I hope this will be a regular occurrence between us.

She moaned softly as he slid in and out of her slowly and gently in an almost teasing manner. Before long though, his thrusts were stronger and faster and Krystal cried out as she could feel the fire growing inside her. Please, faster, more!

The thrusts into the slave increased still further and she felt as if she was being impaled by pleasure as she moved back slightly when he filled her. It wasn’t long before Krystal found herself on the edge and each thrust was a promise of a delight that she would soon enjoy.

Yes, YES, YESS! Krystal screamed and convulsed as her being was filled with the bliss of orgasm, and she was almost oblivious to her captor exploding inside her. When she became properly aware of her surroundings again, her master was gently cuddling her and kissing her face.

“You really like being my slave, don’t you?” Ian asked. All Krystal could do was nod.

Please don’t change you mind master, I don’t know what I will do if you send me away.

“I have some work to do in the basement still, but when I have finished I can devote the rest of the day to my new property. First though, I have to make sure that you are properly tormented before I go.” Ian started to spank and caress Krystal’s bottom until she was nearly at the edge of joy, and then he stopped and silently left the bedroom.

Please come back soon master, so that you can take advantage of me once more. Even though her wits were distracted by desire, the willing slave smiled as she hung there, helpless and happy…

The End

Krystal: Crime and PuniS&Ment Chapter Two of Three

Krystal waited patiently on the floor of the kitchen for Ian’s return, knowing that she couldn’t turn back from the path that she was on, but she was puzzled when he only carried a few small items when he returned

“That’s not much. What are you planning to do with that?” The captive asked and she was surprised when Ian knelt down on one knee and gave her a hard smack on the bottom.

“OW!” she said and then added “I’m sorry master, I shouldn’t have been so rude.” Krystal said to the man who was her master for the day.

“That’s better slave, you must refer to me as master. You don’t have to do it all the time, but you will not be doing much speaking anyway.” He took one of the items which was a sleep mask, and the captive’s eyes were covered so that she was unable to see anything.

“Open your mouth wide, slave.” Ian said.

Krystal did as she was ordered and she felt a rubber bar placed between her teeth which she bit down upon. There was the sensation of cold metal across her cheeks, and then there was a click at the back of her neck which suggested that the ends of two chains were padlocked together.

In addition to the cuffs around my wrists and ankles, I’m blindfolded and gagged as well. The cuff around her right ankle was removed, her legs were straightened out, and the cuff was reapplied.

“I am going to help you stand up, as I don’t want to carry you unless it’s necessary, slave.” Two strong hands gripped her body and she was lifted up into a standing position. “You’ll be taken to my living room and I will change you into something more appropriate for your present status.”

A hand took hold of Krystal’s upper left arm and the helpless girl was guided along. I wonder what you’ll change me into, but I hope that it isn’t something that will turn me into a laughing stock.

After a minute, the hand let go of her and Ian said “Halt, and do not struggle.” She stayed still and there was a sensation as her slacks were unbuttoned and they were pulled down to her ankles, along with her panties. Her t-shirt was pulled over her head, which exposed her bare upper body, and the girl shivered slightly in her nakedness.

I am on view to you now, and if you want to take advantage of me, I have no means if defending myself. 

“Sit down.” Was the next order from the captor’s mouth. The girl did so and she was relieved to find herself on the couch. The metal cuffs around her ankles were removed and her slacks, panties and trainers were discarded. Something like a sock was placed over her right foot, another went over her left, and a third piece of material was placed around both. A shoe was put on each foot, and they seemed to be high heels to her by the shape.

A second pair of cuffs were locked around Krystal’s elbows which secured them in place, and the ones around her wrists were removed. Her t-shirt was pulled off, and a glove was placed on each hand and lower arm before an item of clothing was threaded through both arms. The cuffs were placed back on her wrists and the elbow cuffs were unlocked.

I would guess that these are the clothes that I am wearing for today.

“Stand up.” The girl stood up, although the high heels made it a little awkward and the item that was around both of her legs was pulled up to her waist, revealing that they were her panties. The two items that were on each foot were rolled up to her thighs, and the girl wondered what type of stockings she was wearing.

Now for my dress that’s on my arms. The dress was pulled up her arms and over her head, but it seemed to have a very short skirt when it was placed around her body.

“Place your legs together, slave.” After Krystal did so, a strap was wrapped around each leg at the ankle and just above the knees. As each piece of leather was placed on her, it was tightened and a click followed. Her ankles were tugged together and there was a click which suggested something had been attached, and another click happened at her thighs.

The cuffs at Krystal’s wrists were removed, and her arms were brought around to her front. The gloves on her hands were taken up to her elbows and two straps were placed around each arm, one at the wrist and the other just below the elbow. There were two clicks as the straps were attached to each other and the girl realised that she could no longer pull her arms apart. I’m securely bound again, I just don’t know what with though.

There was a squeaky sound, as though something was moved across the floor to in front of her. Is this some kind of torture device that Ian is going to use on me? Krystal gasped as the sleep mask was removed from her eyes.

She looked into the full length mirror and saw herself in bondage as a French Maid. It’s the same costume as the model in the photograph, even down to the frilled edge panties and the elbow length gloves. This is wonderful. The slave watched herself writhe in her bonds as the arousal grew in her from the experience. The cuffs that bound her were made of soft black leather with a strap that was secured with a small padlock, and there was a large D ring which was attached to its counterpart on another limb with a large padlock.

My ankles are bound together, as are my thighs, wrist and elbows. I’m almost like the girl in the picture, except that there are no chains. A small moan escaped her gagged mouth and she noticed a small amount of saliva at the right side of her mouth.

“Do you like your new uniform, Slave?” Ian asked.

Krystal nodded her head. Yes, Ian, I like it very much. I’m lucky that you caught me and turned me into a helpless French Maid.

“I’m glad you like it. Please remember that you do have to be punished for your misdeeds, though.” He picked up a large padlock and hooked the shackle through her wrist lock before taking her wrists to her thighs and locking the padlock to the bonds there.

You’ve bound my wrists lo my thighs, why have you done that. Krystal looked around and she was worried when Ian picked up a thin bamboo cane. You can’t, you just can’t cane my bottom as if I’m a naughty schoolgirl. The girl struggled in her bonds as he approached her and stood to her left, with her bottom in front  of him.

Whack! “MMMMGGGGMM!” Screamed Krystal as the cane bit into her bottom, and the pain radiated from her cheeks. This was followed by another blow, and the girl bit her gag in an attempt to take her mind off the suffering that was inflicted on her. Two more strikes landed and as she cried out, Krystal wondered how much more she could take.

“MMMGGGMMM! MMMGGGMMM!” two more impacts impacted, and the slave was relieved that Ian put the cane to one side.

“I will decide whether or not to use this or different punishments later on.” Ian said as he walked behind Krystal and gently smoothed her bottom with his fingertips.

That feels so good after my punishment. I hope that I don’t get too many canings, as I’ll be reduced to tears. She moaned softly as the caress made her more aroused than before. Is this because of his fingers, or have I been affected by the caning as well?

Ian pulled away from his captive, picked up his SLR camera, and proceeded to take photographs of Krystal from all angles. “I may want to use your image in any future books that I have printed.” After several minutes, he put his camera down and unlocked the padlock that bound the girl’s wrists to her thighs, before picking up a feather duster and placing it in her hands.

When she gave him a puzzled look, he said “You’re a French Maid, and French Maids are supposed to clean. Don’t worry about how fast you clean, slave, I’m more concerned about you being thorough in your cleaning.” At this, Krystal slowly hopped across to the mantelpiece and gently ran the feather duster over the items.

Ian picked up his camera and took more images of the slave in bondage as she slowly dusted the room, and she found that cleaning for her master was arousing as well. Is the whole combination of my present situation affecting me? I wonder if all of this will cause me to orgasm.

Krystal had to bend over to clean the stone sill at the bottom of the fireplace, and she had a momentary thought of Ian taking her as she was like this. She involuntarily wiggled her bottom at him and he photographed her actions, but she continued after her put the camera down.

He walked up to her and gave her a sharp smack on the bottom which caused her to yelp. “Doing that for a moment is okay, but to continue is to demand that I do something to you. Try that for a long period again and you will get more spanks.”

Ian picked up his camera and took some more photographs of the captive. “I have to do some more work, now. I trust that you can continue with the cleaning.”

Krystal nodded. I’m not going to try and escape, I’m bound and gagged for a start, and apart from the cane being used on my bottom, this is fun and quite arousing. Ian left the room and the woman in bondage carried on with her duty.

After she had finished the living room, Krystal hopped out and started to dust the corridor, and it was then that she noticed something else. Whenever I move my arms, they end up brushing against my chest and I end up caressing my own body. Soon, the lady was moaning as she worked along the corridor to the next room, and her feelings grew ever stronger as she entered the room to clean there as well.

I wonder what duties my master will give me after I finish dusting downstairs. Will I have to clean upstairs as well, or will my master want me to perform a more intimate service for him? It was then that Krystal realised that her thoughts about Ian had changed. This is weird, I’m actually thinking of him as my master, and myself as his slave.

She forgot all about the time and went around the rooms, slowly and steadily dusting, until her master returned from the basement and walked into the living room “Return to the living room, slave.”

The slave girl heard him and stopped dusting. Yes master, I will return as you wish. She hopped out of her present room, along the corridor, and back into the living room.

“I know that you probably don’t want this to happen to you, but it’s time for your second caning.” He said.

Krystal held onto the feather duster, hopped in front of the mirror and placed her wrists at her lower thighs before bowing her head. I am ready for you to punish me, master. Ian picked up the large padlock and the girl’s wrists were secured to her thighs which immobilised the captive. I daren’t struggle when you cane me, as I’ll just fall over and I won’t be able to stop my fall. Ian picked up the cane again, and the girl bit into her gag in an attempt to steel herself for the oncoming punishment.

“MMMMM!” The blow landed and it seemed to be stronger than before. That really hurt, and my bottom is still sore from my previous punishment. Over a period of a minute, five more strikes impacted on Krystal’s unprotected posterior and she felt as if her cheeks were on fire.

Her master put the cane to one side, unlocked the girl’s wrists from her thighs, and then removed the padlock that bound her thighs together. The little locks were also taken off, the straps were loosened and taken up to the top of her thighs before the small padlocks were reapplied. “Hop to the sofa and stand at the right side, facing left.”

Krystal did as she was ordered and found herself facing to the left of the couch. Ian bent down and unlocked the ankle straps from each other before ordering the captive to kneel.

What have you got planned for me? It can’t be what I think you want, as this gag makes that kind of service impossible. The girl kneeled on the ground and Ian used the padlocks to bind the ankle straps to the thigh restraints. That’s clever, my legs are stuck in this position and I am unable to stand up. Her elbow restraints were unlocked from each other, moved to the top of her upper arms, and then the padlock holding her wrists together was removed. Her right wrist was taken to the top of her right arm and locked into position, and the left wrist was secured to her left arm.

I feel like a frog with my arms bent this way. What is going to happen next? The captive watched as Ian reached into a black bag and brought out a long chain  and a padlock before retrieving the padlock that had been used for her punishment. One end of the chain was taken once around Krystal’s waist and secured with the padlock, and the chain was taken between her legs and threaded underneath the part of that chain at the back of her waist.

The other end was taken through the D ring on her right wrist, around the back of her neck and then through the ring on her left wrist. The end was pulled tight, forcing her arms back, and there was the familiar click as the second padlock secured the end of the chain to the links going up her back.

The girl watched as her master picked up his camera and took several photographs of her in this position, and she smiled in her helplessness. I didn’t know that this could have such an effect on me, if I did I would have jumped at the chance to be bound and gagged.

“I’m going into the kitchen to make some sandwiches. Don’t go anywhere.” Ian put his camera down and walked out of the living room with his captive still kneeling on the floor.

Don’t go anywhere? I can hardly move, let alone go anywhere. I have no choice but to wait for your return and hope that I get fed, as I’m more than a little hungry. Krystal writhed with her arms as she tried to she if there was any give in the chain. The movement was slight, but it caused a major effect elsewhere as the part of the chain between her legs started to embed itself in her valley which caused her to moan.

Wow, I’m arousing myself with my own struggles, maybe I should find just how good this is. The girl closed her eyes and tugged at the chain with her arms so that it would rub and caress her most intimate area, and it wasn’t long before she was constantly moaning and squirming from her self-induced pleasure.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Slave?” Ian asked.

Krystal froze, opened her eyes, and blushed as she saw her master standing there with a bottle of water and a plateful of sandwiches. I could be in real trouble for attempting to gain pleasure without my master’s permission.

“Feel free to continue your struggles, slave, as I found your actions very enjoyable.” He said, putting the bottle and plate on the coffee table, and sitting down on the left side of the sofa. The girl closed her eyes and continued her struggles, which made her more aroused than before as she was pleasuring herself in the presence of her master. “You might discover that by the time you realise that you should have stopped, it will be too late.”

The girl struggled harder in her bonds, as the stroke of the chain on her mound and valley fanned the flame of her lust to new heights. I’ll probably climax soon, even though I’m bound, gagged and unable to touch myself. She pulled and tugged at the chain which translated into jolts of erotic pleasure, and she felt as if she wouldn’t be able to stop until she obtain her sexual release.

Oh no, it’s not getting any stronger! The dreadful truth dawned on Krystal that no matter how hard she tried, she would only get her desire close to the edge and not over it. Her struggles went into overdrive as she desperately attempted to increase her arousal, but this just resulted in a greater feeling of frustration.

You were right master, I should have stopped earlier, but it’s too late now.

The girl whimpered as she realised that her pleasure had become a torment as her body needed the climax, but she was unable to reach that point. The torment is so much that I can’t stop, but continuing will just prolong the torture. My only chance for release is the one who enslaved me, but I know that there will be a price to pay for this.

Krystal opened her eyes and looked up at Ian, who smiled back. “I can see that you have reached to point of no return, even though I warned you about it. You probably thought that you could get there on your own, but now you’re stuck in your own denial.”

The girl nodded as she continued to struggle. You knew this would happen to me, and that’s why you allowed it. I should have realised this when you gave me permission to carry on with my self-pleasure.

“Pleph Mapher! Pleph!” Krystal begged through her gag, hoping that Ian would understand what she desired.

“I know what you want, slave, but as you are so entertaining, why should I give it to you?” Ian asked.

You can’t leave me like this. OMG you will leave me like this, as it is a self imposed punishment and I am torturing myself. I need to be fulfilled, but being left in this state serves your purposes. The girl closed her eyes and resigned herself to her torment as Ian watched the spectacle before him.