Archive-name: Bondage/jen1step.2

Archive-author: Magician

Archive-title: Jenny's first step - Part 2





"Master, thinking about my journey into the dungeon and your

initial preparations fills my body with strong (almost overwhelming)

emotions.  There is fear and anxiety, of course, but there is also

reassurance and confidence and a luscious submissive sinking feeling

in the pit of my stomach.  This latter feeling has a bittersweet

quality.  It is not really pleasant, but neither is it unpleasant.  It

is addictive.  The more I feel it the more I need it.



     The reassurance and confidence come from the self-confident,

skillful touch with which you control me.  The cuffs replacing ropes.

Considerate, yet they make me more vulnerable.  The bar spreading my

ankles makes me more vulnerable--sexually vulnerable--it's humiliating

to a small degree.  The strap around the elbows--clearly not needed

for effective restraint-- very effectively makes the bondage more

oppressive, more stressful, constantly intruding itself into my

consciousness.



     I look around the dungeon in the suddenly bright light, and what

I see exceeds my ability to comprehend.  There are sturdy tables and

frames scattered around the large room.  It is clear that they are not

for any ordinary purpose.  Their shape, design and attached straps and

the like reveal that the implements have been specially designed to

hold a girl's body helpless, and perhaps to torment it in diabolical

ways.  My mind is given the task of trying to imagine what each of the

implements might do to my body, and it cannot cope.



     The walls hold an even greater fatal fascination, since there are

straps, chains, whips, and many items whose purpose is not readily

apparent.



     It's difficult to adjust to the overwhelming display of

implements, forced to stand, helplessly bound, in anxious

anticipation."





Oh, dear, Jenny.....you have some lessons to learn.  Do I have

introduce you to the unpleasant consequences of disobedience so soon ?

I asked you some questions, you didn't respond.



I offered you choices, little Jenny, I gave you the opportunity to

express preferences as to how you might be treated.  Your worst

nightmare, your wildest dream, remember ?    After all, this is your

first visit to my fantasy world, it only seemed polite to ask, but you

didn't answer me, did you ?   Is that any way to return my kindness,

little slave ? - For slave you are, Jenny, make no mistake of that,

and it is as my slave that you will learn that, when I ask, you

answer; when I speak, you obey; when I snap my fingers, you run,

hobble or crawl to attend me.



Naturally, you feel fear, and you are quite right to feel anxious.

After all, you've gone beyond the point of no return, with no say in

what is to happen to you. You passed on that, remember ?



Just now, the fear and tension is in your stomach, that nasty twisting

feeling in the gut, but soon it will spread outwards, to emerge in

physical signs all over your body.   Soon I shall cover your skin with

a film of sweat, the sheen of fright/excitement.  Soon I shall tease

that fear out of your mouth in screaming and begging - but will you

beg for it to stop, or beg for more ?  



I know the answer, do you?



Soon, now, your own body will betray you, the extra stimulus of fear

will awaken sexuality of a level you didn't think possible, and you'll

deny it in vain.  You'll yell "No!", but your body will beg "Yes...".

You'll squirm in your chains, but the fluids glistening between your

thighs will tell me that you squirm for more, not less.  I'll give you

more, slave Jenny, never fear.  More than you can handle, then more

still.      You're right, it is addictive, and you'll leave here

hooked for life.



Considerate ?  In a way yes, thgouh the cuffs make life simpler for

me.  I can modify your position easily by attaching or releasing rope,

chain, whatever, with the rings on the cuffs.    Yet I do have a duty.

The conscientious master never causes undue damage or suffering to his

slave.  Not accidentally, anyway.



I see you begin to appreciate the subtler points of your predicament.

When I want you to be sexually vulnerable, little slave, I will render

you so.  Much more so than this, I assure you.   For now, though, your

sex is exposed, your modesty denied you, by a simple bar.  Similarly,

the strap around your upper arms.  Not entirely necessary, but it has

two very salutary effects.... one, as you have observed, it is

uncomfortable, intrusive, your shoulder muscles constantly reminding

you that you are captive.... and, two, the backward pull has a very

pleasant effect on the posture of your breasts. Pleasant from my

viewpoint, anyway.  Very attractive, very sexy, little Jenny, and sex,

after all, is what's behind all this, isn't it ?  I shall enjoy

amusing myself with these lovely mounds........





But, enough of this.  You made a mistake, you have earned a lesson.  A

pity, I had hoped that your first experience in my world would be a

more pleasant one, but there are things you must learn, and one of the

most important is that you do as I say.



You didn't want to speak, so I'm going to arrange it that you can't,

for a while, anyway.   Now, as your eyes adjust and I enter the

spotlit circle, you can see what was in my hand - a large red rubber

ball, attached to some straps.  You know what it is, you don't want

it, but you have little choice as I sieze your hair and tip your head

back, jamming the ball into your mouth.  The first strap tightens

behind your neck, pulling the ball back, deeper into your mouth until

it lodges firmly behind your teeth, like a horse's bit.  A second,

shorter thong fastens under your chin and holds your mouth firmly shut

around the invader.  The final indignity passes up over the crown of

your head and buckles there.  It feels heavy, as though something

larger than a simple buckle was up there.



Paradoxically, the ball gag fills your mouth and holds it shut, but

keeps it open at the same time.  You can't swallow,  and you suspect

that you'll soon begin drooling.   Too late to ask questions now, you

wish you knew more, you want to say....what ?  "Slow down, I'm not

ready!" ?  How about ""This isn't what I expected....."  Whatever it

was, it all comes out the same..... just a sort of muffled

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmph", which I shall choose to interpret as murmurings of

appreciation.   A pity, I could think of a number of much more

pleasant ways to part the lips that are currently glistening wet

around that hard, unyielding gag, but time enough for that later.



You've already noted the various "toys", around the room, but I always

feel more satisfied with subtler approaches when it comes to punishing

disobedience.    I can feel your eyes on me as I cross to a table,

select a few small objects and return.  Very big, wide eyes, full of

messages of ....... regret ? apology ? fear ?  You know you're going

to be punished, you know it's not going to be fun, so you're frowning,

turning away from me a little, whining softly through the ball.   So,

when I take your left breast in my hand and begin stroking it, softly,

lovingly, those eyes pop wide in surprise, then half-close in pleasure

as I roll your stiffening nipple between thumb and forefinger.  The

noises in your throat take on a new quality as you sway a little,

enjoying the feeling as I lick and tickle all around those lovely

tight tits of yours with my tongue.  You like that, don't you, Jenny ?

Tied, gagged, helpless as I arouse your body, this is what you wanted,

isn't it ?   Wait a minute, though, I'm supposed to be punishing you,

so why all the pleasure ?



Three reasons.... first, pleasure and pain are very closely allied,

and I plan to switch you very rapidly between the two extremes.

Secondly, I enjoy doing this, too, you know.  I like to make you sway

and moan, I like to feel your tits harden under my fingers......



Thirdly ?  Oh, that's simple.  Your swollen nipples provide a much

better purchase for the two needle-jawed spring clips that I clamp

onto them.



See what I mean ?  Pain and pleasure, it's often hard to spot the

border.   Hurts, doesn't it, slave ?  Those moans of pleasure have

turned to shrieks of surprised pain, stifled by the ball packing your

mouth.   Just a few seconds ago, you could feel the lubricants

beginning to form within you, now you fear that you'll wet yourself

with pain and surprise.    You fling yourself backwards, contorting

your whole body away from me.  Foolish, really, since you simply

dangle from your collar chain, unable to get your balance back with

your feet spread.





Your eyes follow me, blinking back the tears, as I walk all the way

around you, savouring the moment, watching you toss your breasts from

side to side, futilely trying to loosen the clips, hearing the

indignant shrieks that manage to penetrate the ball.   This isn't

really a very severe punishment, since you are new, and still have

much to learn.  After all, I could make it much worse...... I could

have hung weights on those clips, and left you like this for hours.

You already spotted the whips on the walls, suppose I used them on

you, too?



No, little slave Jenny, this is just a short, sharp reminder of your

status, an "initiation", if you will, into my world.   I'll remove the

clips now, and listen to the keening wails of relief as I remove the

left......feel the pressure coming off, the pain ebbing.....your voice

tell me you do, even through the mouth-filling ball.  You're panting,

the pitch of your moaning is dropping to a huskier tone, as you begin

to appreciate just how sexy relief can be.    Not too much, too fast,

little slave, so I make you wait while I return the first clip to its

table, before I come back and repeat the process with your red,

swollen right breast.



Better ?   Yes, you are.... and turned on, too.  Your body reveals it,

and I grin, run my hand down across your belly and rub it quickly

across your pouting vagina, then hold it up to you, to show you how

wet you are.



Now, do we fully understand our relative positions, little slave ?

I do hope I don't have to find too much more fault with your

performance while you are my guest.   I would much prefer to use your

body in more mutually satisfying ways, but, then, I'm going to have

fun whatever happens.  It would be so much nicer if you had fun,

too.....or, at least, didn't complain too loudly..... but then, you

can't can you......?



Lesson understood, little slave Jenny ?



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