The Reluctant Master
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
6,195
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
The Internet is a wonderful place; all that information free for the benefit of mankind. Information of every kind and creed was there for those willing to look, movie show times, phone numbers, bomb making, anything. It also brought people together, for any kind of interest or hobby. Anything.
BoundKitty32: I know what you mean, my seme had the same problem, the trick is that you need to use a pulley, and you’ll also have to anchor everything into a stud beam, but that should do it.
CaptainAnonymous: *nod* I think I get it, but then what should I do after that?
BoundKitty32: make it up, I remember when he used a tazer *drool* the electrical burn marks are still there.
CaptainAnonymous looked over his shoulder for the dozenth time, hoping that nobody would catch him with his back turned. Ryan would have rather been caught looking at porn; at least people could possibly understand that. It was still hard to even chat like this, but he needed ideas, and for some strange reason it was a comfort to have comrades. Well whatever pit of eternal damnation he was going to at least he would have friends.
As the conversation shifted to the finer points of heat torture Ryan continued to scroll through the various archived articles. Rope binding, went through all those; Whipping, yeah that too; Piercing, couldn’t stomach that; Male chastity belts, didn’t even want to know.
BoundKitty32: Will that even work?
BrucetheWhipper: Yeah, just don’t stick it in too deeply, and it’s best if the ginger is fresh.
BoundKitty32: lol really?
Bob: Don’t worry I tried it on myself, it’s great.
Yeah way to go there Bob, taking one for the team. Ryan leaned back and let out a sigh, was he really as bad as all of them? Ryan loved Alicia to death but he never imagined any love story like this.
“What’cha doin?”
“Ahhhhh!!!” Ryan nearly screamed, but his right arm was more on the ball, instinctually reaching out to close the web page. There wasn’t another chair in the room so she just sat on his lap.
“You were looking at something naughty weren’t you?” Alicia said, trying to get to the mouse.
“Naughty? Probably, but somehow I think that you would approve.”
She gave him a sideways glance, “Yeah I’m sure… well we still need to get everything together before the con, especially cosplay, please get on that.”
Ryan smiled, “Yes dear.”
“Also do you know how hard it’s been to hide, the rope marks were gone in hours, but my back will take forever, it’s been a real bother thanks to you.”
“If that’s how you feel then we can stop anytime, just say the word.”
“Oh shut up.”
Ryan collapsed into one of the nice dining room chairs, sweat coming down his face, because she had to make it difficult he was exhausted. He took a drink from his victory soda and just allowed himself to enjoy the moment. Alicia however was tied to a desk, a huge blockish monstrosity from way back in the fifties. Her feet were on the ground, tied to the legs of the desk, and ropes pulled her forward, facedown onto the surface.
His parents were gone of course, the absolute last thing he wanted was an audience, and so now he sat in the often unused study with a chair swiped from the dining room. Those ropes had her arms slightly apart and tied to the desk legs on the opposite side. Her upper body was flat against the top of the cleared desk while her legs were vertical, having her ass up in the air right at the corner. She was also naked, couldn’t forget that.
Ryan looked around to make sure his parents were gone, and he prayed beyond anything that they stayed out for as long as they said they would. There was no way he could even explain this, no way in hell; the best-case scenario was that they believed that she wanted it.
The soda finally finished, he started to brew some tea and get his other things in order, any delays increased the risk. Ryan rubbed her ass, it was nice, round and soft, a pleasure to get a feel. A pity he had to mar it so quickly. He bought a long, narrow cutting board, and had spent an hour yesterday drilling holes into it. The porn never showed the hard prep work that went into the trade, even for a device so classic.
He rubbed the paddle on her ass, tapping it lightly, then moved it up along her back. Then it came down, hard, straight onto the soft flesh that he liked so much. She screamed into that hardwood, obviously not yielding to her screams. It came down again, and again, he could feel the vibrations in his arm. Of course she was feeling them too, her screams and tears bathing the desk.
They were both drenched in the sweat of the hot day, and he wiped some off his brow. Her ass was covered in red that had holes like swiss cheese. Well there were more surfaces then that, and her upper leg seemed to beg for it. He made to resume like before, but came down right against both legs. If she wasn’t tied down Alicia would have fallen to the floor on the spot, but the ropes held firm.
He came down again, and she seemed to still have some scream in her. Alicia’s muscles spasamed with every hit and it was only the ropes that held her up. By all the signs you would think that she was going through a traumatic experience, but the true indicators were all there. Ryan took the edge of the paddle and moved it between her legs; the liquid streaming down her legs was now covering the paddle and her legs. All was well.
The teakettle started to whistle and he was broken out of thought. Ryan took it off the heat and resumed his plans. He pulled out a length of rope, thicker then the ones he normally used, but he tied knots in it. The knots started at one end and ran up half the length. Ryan got on his knees and pushed her legs wider, then taking the one end he started to push the first knot inside of her.
Alicia didn’t scream, but moaned, well panted really, as he got the third knot successfully in. Using his thumbs he continued to stuff her, the fourth and fifth managed barely. It was amazing; he could feel the knots bulging out of her skin as he took both thumbs to force the fifth knot. That’s was as much as he could do without damaging something, but he was surprised that much was able to fit.
Ryan sat back down and poured himself some tea, admiring his twisted work of art. She was naked, red in several places, drenched with sweat and had a rope hanging out of her insides. It was good work, horrible good work, and he took a sip of his tea.
“Crap, it’s too damn hot.” Ryan said, and before he thought, before reason and sanity could stop him he splashed the burning hot contents all over her back.
Oh did she scream, one that should be heard for half the neighborhood. Her arms tried to flail about but were stopped by the tight ropes. Moving quickly he pulled out a knife and held her down, cutting the ropes binding her. As soon as she was free Alicia curled into a ball, trying to rub the flesh on her back.
Suddenly a new sound pierced this moment, causing them both to turn their heads up. It was the garage door opening.
“Oh Shit.”
I want to give thanks to Fenrir, SoftSong, ree, Toby, SFC Omicron, ano-sama, inu; I appreciate all of your support.
BoundKitty32: I know what you mean, my seme had the same problem, the trick is that you need to use a pulley, and you’ll also have to anchor everything into a stud beam, but that should do it.
CaptainAnonymous: *nod* I think I get it, but then what should I do after that?
BoundKitty32: make it up, I remember when he used a tazer *drool* the electrical burn marks are still there.
CaptainAnonymous looked over his shoulder for the dozenth time, hoping that nobody would catch him with his back turned. Ryan would have rather been caught looking at porn; at least people could possibly understand that. It was still hard to even chat like this, but he needed ideas, and for some strange reason it was a comfort to have comrades. Well whatever pit of eternal damnation he was going to at least he would have friends.
As the conversation shifted to the finer points of heat torture Ryan continued to scroll through the various archived articles. Rope binding, went through all those; Whipping, yeah that too; Piercing, couldn’t stomach that; Male chastity belts, didn’t even want to know.
BoundKitty32: Will that even work?
BrucetheWhipper: Yeah, just don’t stick it in too deeply, and it’s best if the ginger is fresh.
BoundKitty32: lol really?
Bob: Don’t worry I tried it on myself, it’s great.
Yeah way to go there Bob, taking one for the team. Ryan leaned back and let out a sigh, was he really as bad as all of them? Ryan loved Alicia to death but he never imagined any love story like this.
“What’cha doin?”
“Ahhhhh!!!” Ryan nearly screamed, but his right arm was more on the ball, instinctually reaching out to close the web page. There wasn’t another chair in the room so she just sat on his lap.
“You were looking at something naughty weren’t you?” Alicia said, trying to get to the mouse.
“Naughty? Probably, but somehow I think that you would approve.”
She gave him a sideways glance, “Yeah I’m sure… well we still need to get everything together before the con, especially cosplay, please get on that.”
Ryan smiled, “Yes dear.”
“Also do you know how hard it’s been to hide, the rope marks were gone in hours, but my back will take forever, it’s been a real bother thanks to you.”
“If that’s how you feel then we can stop anytime, just say the word.”
“Oh shut up.”
Ryan collapsed into one of the nice dining room chairs, sweat coming down his face, because she had to make it difficult he was exhausted. He took a drink from his victory soda and just allowed himself to enjoy the moment. Alicia however was tied to a desk, a huge blockish monstrosity from way back in the fifties. Her feet were on the ground, tied to the legs of the desk, and ropes pulled her forward, facedown onto the surface.
His parents were gone of course, the absolute last thing he wanted was an audience, and so now he sat in the often unused study with a chair swiped from the dining room. Those ropes had her arms slightly apart and tied to the desk legs on the opposite side. Her upper body was flat against the top of the cleared desk while her legs were vertical, having her ass up in the air right at the corner. She was also naked, couldn’t forget that.
Ryan looked around to make sure his parents were gone, and he prayed beyond anything that they stayed out for as long as they said they would. There was no way he could even explain this, no way in hell; the best-case scenario was that they believed that she wanted it.
The soda finally finished, he started to brew some tea and get his other things in order, any delays increased the risk. Ryan rubbed her ass, it was nice, round and soft, a pleasure to get a feel. A pity he had to mar it so quickly. He bought a long, narrow cutting board, and had spent an hour yesterday drilling holes into it. The porn never showed the hard prep work that went into the trade, even for a device so classic.
He rubbed the paddle on her ass, tapping it lightly, then moved it up along her back. Then it came down, hard, straight onto the soft flesh that he liked so much. She screamed into that hardwood, obviously not yielding to her screams. It came down again, and again, he could feel the vibrations in his arm. Of course she was feeling them too, her screams and tears bathing the desk.
They were both drenched in the sweat of the hot day, and he wiped some off his brow. Her ass was covered in red that had holes like swiss cheese. Well there were more surfaces then that, and her upper leg seemed to beg for it. He made to resume like before, but came down right against both legs. If she wasn’t tied down Alicia would have fallen to the floor on the spot, but the ropes held firm.
He came down again, and she seemed to still have some scream in her. Alicia’s muscles spasamed with every hit and it was only the ropes that held her up. By all the signs you would think that she was going through a traumatic experience, but the true indicators were all there. Ryan took the edge of the paddle and moved it between her legs; the liquid streaming down her legs was now covering the paddle and her legs. All was well.
The teakettle started to whistle and he was broken out of thought. Ryan took it off the heat and resumed his plans. He pulled out a length of rope, thicker then the ones he normally used, but he tied knots in it. The knots started at one end and ran up half the length. Ryan got on his knees and pushed her legs wider, then taking the one end he started to push the first knot inside of her.
Alicia didn’t scream, but moaned, well panted really, as he got the third knot successfully in. Using his thumbs he continued to stuff her, the fourth and fifth managed barely. It was amazing; he could feel the knots bulging out of her skin as he took both thumbs to force the fifth knot. That’s was as much as he could do without damaging something, but he was surprised that much was able to fit.
Ryan sat back down and poured himself some tea, admiring his twisted work of art. She was naked, red in several places, drenched with sweat and had a rope hanging out of her insides. It was good work, horrible good work, and he took a sip of his tea.
“Crap, it’s too damn hot.” Ryan said, and before he thought, before reason and sanity could stop him he splashed the burning hot contents all over her back.
Oh did she scream, one that should be heard for half the neighborhood. Her arms tried to flail about but were stopped by the tight ropes. Moving quickly he pulled out a knife and held her down, cutting the ropes binding her. As soon as she was free Alicia curled into a ball, trying to rub the flesh on her back.
Suddenly a new sound pierced this moment, causing them both to turn their heads up. It was the garage door opening.
“Oh Shit.”
I want to give thanks to Fenrir, SoftSong, ree, Toby, SFC Omicron, ano-sama, inu; I appreciate all of your support.