Original Story: The Bathrobe

By C.M.Tyssen 2009

When my bratty young submissive Pauline opened the door for me, I was all business. No smiles. No pleasantries. I just slowly reached out and grabbed her by the throat with one hand. Advancing slowly into the room (I didn’t want the girl to trip after all), my grip forced her back into a wall. I wanted to signal that I intended this night’s session to be a little more strict and intense than usual. So I gave her throat a slight but perceptible squeeze. And I watched her brown eyes widened with surprise and a little confusion.

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But as they use to say in the Army: no plan survives first contact with the enemy. I had originally envisioned and planned for something very specific this evening. So I had even called ahead and told Pauline what I wanted ready by the time I got there. But as usual she had ideas of her own. Like I said: she’s a brat.

So the moment I burst through the door I took in two things. First: Pauline had followed my instructions about neatly laying out all our toys and shackles. But second: she was not wearing the outfit I had laid out for her last time. Instead she seemed to be wearing nothing except a belted, terry cloth bathrobe.

I should have known this would happen. This was part of our usual game. I enjoy thinking creatively on my feet and Pauline likes giving me excuses to punish her.
“Pauline, dear, didn’t I tell you to meet me wearing your leather waist cincher and your sexy black ‘fuck-me’ heels?”

“Sorry, Sir. But I was shaving and I only just got out of the shower. I didn’t have time...” She gave a hopeful, lopsided half-smile.

“Seriously, were you trying to displease me on purpose? I mean, does a person wear a bathrobe because it’s sexy or because it’s comfortable?”
“Because it’s comfortable, Sir,” she admitted.

It took me a moment to consider how I should react. “Well, let’s see if we can associate bathrobes with something else besides comfort.” And with that I grabbed a handful of Pauline’s long black hair close to the nape of her neck. I pulled her away from the wall and into a standing position.

I re-wrapped her bathrobe tightly around her body. I then reversed the belt and tied a knot at the small of her back. Pauline’s wrists were then crossed behind her back and tied together with the loose ends of the same belt. And finally, in order to better immobilize her arms, I pulled her robe off her shoulders and pushed the soft folds down until they were bunched tightly just under her breasts. Since her arms were still in the sleeves, this actually caused her elbows to be pinned to the sides of her body.

I stood back to admire my handy work. Her bathrobe was now an ersatz straight jacket that completely immobilized her arms and cupped her breasts in a way that just made me want to hang some nipple clamps on them. (Lucky for her, a set was not within easy reach.)
“You understand why I’m going to have to punish you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir. Because I wasn’t dressed for you.”
“Exactly right. But it seems that merely spanking you hasn’t done anything to improve your discipline. We need to try something new. Get down on your knees.”

Original Story: Basement Slave Training - Part 1

By C.M.Tyssen 2007

It was pitch black and Pauline had no idea where she was or exactly how much time had passed. She suspected it was a basement, however. There was a smell of damp cement and a slight chill in the air. The only thing that was certain was this: her limbs were immobilized. She seemed to be on her back, spread-eagle and tied to a bed. Pauline could hear creaking bed springs as she shifted and smell the mustiness of an old mattress. She also realized that she couldn’t close her mouth. A wide leather gag covered her mouth. But what was worse was that the gag held something firmly in her mouth.

Pauline’s lips were locked around something wide, cylindrical and hard. It filled Pauline’s mouth and it gave her tongue little room to move. But even if the gag did prevent Pauline from enunciating words, she could still make sounds. So she tried an interrogative moan. Maybe somebody would hear her? To her surprise she heard a muffled “MMMM” sound in response. Of course, Pauline still couldn’t see. Nor could she exactly locate the direction of the sound. But it did seem to come from within Pauline’s basement. Another slave? Probably. And truth be told, knowing she wasn’t alone in the dark reassured Pauline somehow. But that feeling didn’t last long. Apparently somebody had heard the noises being made by the prisoners. The muffled sound of slow, purposeful footsteps could be heard. Seconds passed and then Pauline heard the squeal of unseen door hinges opening and closing. And with a click, the basement was illuminated with the dim light of a single naked bulb that hung from a ceiling wire near the previously unseen door.

Turning her head to towards the light, Pauline immediately understood that she was now probably looking at the Jailer. She’d never actually met him before. Apparently, he was a loner who never attended any of the local play parties. But the Doms of the BDSM community liked to send him their misbehaving submissives for slave training. Weirdly, none of the subs who emerged from the Jailer's clutches ever talked about what happened. That fact alone made the Jailer scary… but it also made Pauline insanely curious. Was this the kind of man who could introduce her to taboos she didn’t even know existed? Did he know how to make a sub feel deliciously dirty? The mystery sparked fantasies...
And so in the end, Pauline engineered for herself a visit to the Jailer. Pauline deliberately provoked her own Dom with little acts of disobedience. And finally after weeks of feigned exasperation with her lack of discipline, her Dom decided it was time to send her to the expected slave training specialist: the Jailer.

It is common knowledge that being a sub does not mean you are giving up control over the situation. But right this minute, she didn't feel even a shred of control. In the dark of this musty basement, Pauline couldn’t help but remember that a person should be wary of what they wish for… because the Jailer seriously unnerved her. Pauline couldn’t see much beyond his silhouetted black outline. The man had moved far enough into the room so that the swinging bare bulb was now behind him. And this ensured that everything facing Pauline would remain in black shadow. He was of medium height and build, but beyond that, the only detail she could make out was the outline of a riding crop in one hand and a duffel bag in the other. At this point, Pauline also became aware of the other slave. Again, she could only make out an outline and no features, but Pauline could tell that it was a woman. She was mounted on a dungeon sawhorse: two sets of A-shaped legs joined by a thickly padded, horizontal board. The woman lay on her stomach. Two thick leather straps tied her torso to the pad. Her legs and arms seemed to be stretched down towards the ground and securely manacled and chained to the legs of the sawhorse. This other prisoner seemed to be naked, although the dim light did seem to be dimly reflecting off the outline of some patent leather ballet-style boots with insanely high heels.

The Jailer approached with leisurely steps. He was probably savoring the sight of what he beheld. As soon as he reached the other prisoner, he brought the crop down, hard, on the woman’s ass. She reacted with a sharp “Ugh!” sound. Her back arched and this set her dangling breasts to swaying as her startled body jerked against its manacles. A little metallic tinkling sound was also heard. Pauline suspected little bells had been clamped to the woman’s naked nipples. The Jailer leaned over and removed the other slave’s gag. As it was pulled away, Pauline could make out that a three-inch black penis was attached to the underside. And as this fake cock was pulled out of the prisoner’s helpless mouth, the light caught a thin silver stream of saliva spilling onto the concrete floor. Squatting in front of her face, the Jailer reached out with both hands to remove the bells dangling from the woman's nipple clamps. She gasped as blood began to painful circulate through her engorged nipples. Next, only using thumb and forefinger, he pinched and massaged her nipples. The woman's nipples were over-sensitized and she twisted her head from side to side. Pauline couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain.

Eventually, the Jailer spoke to the other slave. “I want to reward you for being such an obedient whore,” he began. “My friends very much enjoyed defiling your pretty mouth and face with their cocks last night. You might be ready to graduate from the Dungeon, after all. So I have a reward for you. Do you want to be a Pleasure Pig or a Pain Slut? You may answer me, now slut.”

“Sir, I want to be a Pleasure Pig, Sir.”

The Jailer considered this. Standing upright, he walked back around to the woman’s round, vulnerable ass. At first he brushed his fingers lightly down the curve of her back, stimulating her endorphins and coaxing little shivers of pleasure from the slave. And as he positioned himself behind her open legs, these fingers trailed over her round ass, down her crack, fluttering briefly over her anus and then inserting themselves smoothly into her sex. “You’re wet,” he commented without emotion.

He reached forward, grabbed a fistful of the slave’s hair. And while pulling her head up and back with one hand, he used the other to expertly masturbate the helpless slave. The slave moaned in appreciation as his fingers swirled around her clit. And as she grew more excited, the Jailer penetrated her with his fingers, brushing the slave’s G-spot. As the moments passed, her hands and feet strained against the cuffs. The intensity of feeling was causing the slave’s body to undulate in pleasure. The slave's moans and breathless gasps became sharper and louder. Her head began to thrash from side to side, but the Jailer kept a firm grip on her hair.

Suddenly the Jailer barked out: “Don’t cum without my permission!”

“Ooooh! Oh please, let me cum, Sir!” the poor slave managed to gasp.

“Are you a whore? Does the whore want to cum? Beg for it like you mean it!” The Jailer demanded.

“Yes, I’m a whore, Sir,” the slave almost screamed. And then a long high-pitched moan escaped her lips as she lost any ability to suppress the orgasm coursing through her body. Quick as lightning, the Jailer reacted by slapped her ass hard with an open palm. The surprise and pain caused her entire body to clench. And as intended, this only hightened the exquisite pain of feeling the Jailer brutally jam a well lubricated finger into her quivering ass.

“You were doing so well, dirty little slut” the Jailer explained. As the slave began to whimper piteously, he slipped a second finger into her ass. “But then you had to cum without waiting for my permission first. Break the rules and you get punished. It’s that simple.”

The man continued to massage and stretched her backdoor hole. Reaching down into his duffel bag, the Jailer pulled out a very large anal plug. He greased it with lubricant and firmly inserted the bulbous plug into her ass. Despite the pain, the slave submitted. Other than grimacing and making a mewling “ow! ow! ow!” sound at the roughness of the penetration, the slave made no further protest. She only managed to hang her head in exhaustion from the orgasm. Her back was glistening with sweat. Her butt and thighs were slick with the mess of her own juices.

“I haven't forgotten about you, little pony.” Pauline gave a start as she realized the man was talking to her. Her mouth went dry and the plastic cock held in her mouth by the gag tasted bitter. The Jailer approached and stood at the foot of Pauline’s bed. “I’ve been told that you're disobediant and willful. Your Master told me to break you in like a horse. I look forward to training you.”

Pauline felt her heart rate pick up with a mixture of both nervousness and arousal. She was hyper-aware of the tightness of her own cuffs that tied her to the creaking bed; the hardness of her perky nipples and the increasing wetness of her cunt. She was looking forward to training, too...

To be continued.

Coming Out Party

Original Story By C.M.Tyssen 2006

When a young woman finally discovers her pervy side, it is incumbent upon her master to throw her a coming out party. And so it was that Pauline was to be celebrated. The event would mark her acceptance of her inner perv. It would mark the start of her training as submissive.

Things began one evening when Pauline was summoned by Master and prepared. Stripped naked, she had her wrists bound in front of her. With a line of loose, leftover rope, Master led her to the shower where he tied the loose end of the rope to the shower head. There was still a fair amount of slack to the rope, so master commanded Pauline to hold still and open her legs wide. Now in the shower himself, he turned on the water. He began to lather her body up with soap. And then Master began to kiss urgently. There were light little kisses at the corner of her mouth. There were full contact lip locks. And with mouths barely touching, they let their tongues touch and entwine deliciously. From the corner of her eye, Pauline could see Master grow hard for her. It made Pauline feel warm to the very pit of her stomach.

At a certain point, with her skin slick and slippery with bubbles, Master began pressing her skin more firmly. He began to massage her breasts and clit. This caused a shudder to run through Pauline as an orgasm hit her. It was only a little one, but she knew there would be more. And Master obliged by turning her to the wall and sticking two fingers inside her. Stroking her G-spot she climaxed again, more powerfully this time. Pauline still felt dizzy and distracted when Master turned her around to shave her privates.

He was crouching down in the shower. Pulling at her labia, he expertly shaved away all her pubic hair with quick confident stokes of a razor. This was unexpected. And Pauline felt a bit of shame and panic as he pulled her ass cheeks apart to shave around her anus, but she said nothing. This much Master had already explained. A coming out party meant welcoming a new bondage whore to the world and that meant ceremony and symbolism. And towards that end, he was shaving away her old repressed self.

Master untied the rope from the shower head and led Pauline out. Her wrists were still bound, but she dried off master’s body with a towel. And then Master, while firmly holding the loose end of the rope as a lead, dried Pauline’s body. Just in time to get dirty again, Pauline reflected…

Master finally untied her wrists. And Pauline felt her heart race and her mouth water a little as master laid out her black colored outfit. A bondage collar, with a dangling silver ring. Thigh high stockings. Elbow length gloves. A silk teddy. She slipped everything on while master looked on approvingly at her body. He clipped a leather leash to the ring on her collar and led her to the bedroom. Pauline padded along behind. Her shaved crotch made her feel vulnerable, but the novelty excited her.

At the edge of the high bed, Pauline felt the leash tug for her to stop. Master came up behind her and pressed his excited cock into her back. Gripping her hip tight against his pelvis with one hand, he guided Pauline’s torso, face down, onto the mattress. She now lay on the bed, her legs dangling over the side, feet touching the ground. Master crossed her arms behind her back. He took the free end of the leash and wrapped it firmly around Pauline’s forearms, binding them together, while still attaching them to the slave collar. She could now feel the weight of her own arms tug the collar tight against her throat.

In the meantime, Master started to gently kiss and stroke her neck and shoulders with his lips and tongue. Spinning her over onto back, Master started to gently slap at Pauline’s sensitive breasts, thighs and even her moist cunt. Every slap jerked her senses into full sensitivity. But the worst of it was that Pauline’s legs were still dangling over the side of the bed. This was causing a painful ache in her back and arms.

“This is part of a bondage whore’s life”, Master explained. “The grateful acceptance of a judicial amount of discomfort proves your devotion to me. But there are benefits. I take pride in hearing you loudly cum. Are you ready? This is your coming out party.” And with that, Master gripped her thighs open and plunged his tongue into Pauline’s pussy. His tongue traced the shapes of the alphabet over the hood of her clit and Pauline groaned with pleasure. (Not that he would ever readily admit to how much his sub pleased him, but Master experienced his own bliss as he happily licked up the tangy taste of Pauline’s sex.)

Suddenly something hard touched Pauline as Master pulled open her labia and inserted a vibrating bullet inside her. The powerful throb of the sex toy sent shock waves of pleasure though her stomach. It was so intense Pauline gasped and arched her back off the mattress. But the bullet wouldn’t come out. A thin electrical cord ran to a control box in Master’s hand. While Master kept a wet finger running circles over her clit, his other hand kept altering the intensity of the vibrations within Pauline’s pussy. She was writhing around now. Her thighs were wet with her own excitement. And finally, Pauline was cumming from waves of successive orgasms. She started screaming at the top of her lungs. And as her vaginal muscles finally pushed the vibrating bullet onto the mattress, she felt Master manhandle her to her knees on the bed.

He also pushed her forward. The teddy was now falling forward and bunching under breasts that were being squashed into the mattress. Pauline's back was arched and her ass was high in the air. Mercifully, Master took this opportunity to unbind her arms, so Pauline was able to stretch out her arms and get some circulation.

Master held the leash tight and allowed no slack as he began to ride his slave. His cock slid into Pauline’s dripping, hairless pussy easily. But as Master's hip movements pushed her face into the sheets it also caused her throat to tighten against the slave collar. In that moment, Master's dominance felt delicious to Pauline. He used a series of deep and shallow cock thrusts to bring Pauline to climax one more time. She was practically gasping from exhaustion and pleasure. She was even a little wobbly from all the blood rushing to her head. And it was only at this moment that Master withdrew his hard cock. Still stroking it’s wet shaft, he grunted loundly as he came. His warm cum spattered onto Pauline’s ass and downward arched back.

Master reached down to rub his sticky cum into Pauline’s skin. “And with this I cum, I claim you as my slave,” he said formally. Then he smiled. Pauline laughed into the sheets at this ridiculousness when she heard it. But she was also overwhelmed with post-coital glow and good feeling. She flopped over to her side and reached out to him. The game play was now over. Pauline felt wonderful as she pulled Master down close beside her. But even as sleep pressed at her, she still managed to make herself again thinking about how much fun being Master’s slave was going to be.