Chapter Seven
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Chapter Seven
Submission Progression Four
First the ropes, coarse ropes
Prickly hemp digging in and stretching me into a straining x
This is what they call spread-eagled
Big hard oak underneath, three meters by two: the torture plinth
But that’s not all that’s big and hard
Bindings much more thin and tight cinch me up turgid rigid
Bulging and pulsing with blood and life
Hot, to contrast the bare-naked basement chill
Waiting, I shiver with far more than merely cold
She is coming
Tall and strong, oh so tall and strong!
Taut and tan in leather and steel
Impressively upswept chain-draped breasts
Hard harnessed pubis
Pointy-toed, spike-heeled, thigh-high, black leather boots
Knuckle-studded gauntlets grip a snaking whip
While many more inches than my own modest six
Sprout up in blackest simulating plastic
Which of these weapons will do the most damage?
How many climaxes will the goddess manage?
We shall certainly see
But certain things are preliminary
Toothy sharp little pinch clamps dig into ears and lips and nips
Bigger and much stronger ones all over the organs
Each blue ball is constantly crushed...
Veiny red shaft and seeping purple head festooned with them
And only after dozens are in place will she at last step up
Squat and spread
And open up over my receptacle
Sealing herself: hole-to-hole
Gush and guzzle, hot salt sizzle, acid and ammonia!
Laughing at me spitefully, voiding into a void
Dutifully I lick her clean
Then she steps back, swoop, crack!
Swish s***h, whiplash
Strike, stripe, strike, stripe!
Crisscross, head toss
The beautiful imperial ruling
High Queen Goddess of Heaven
Inscribing the book of my flesh
With an arcane calligraphy of welts
Agony swooning swimmy endorphin rush
Panting gasping crying screaming
But at last she slashes one last lash
And casts the sinuous braid aside
Time for a more diabolical assault
Moving into place
Gripping and lubing that protruding phallus
Pumping it like one born to the palming fun
Loving that long and hard, thickly up-curved
Bulbous-headed cylinder
She kneels between my roped-out knees
Ignores my whimpering abject pleas
Grips my hips, lifts them up high
Then stabbing, stabbing, scorning me in the eye
Ah, my Goddess, cruelest Goddess!
A grin, a sneer, a lascivious leer
A panting, vigorous, rhythmic spear
The metronomic slapping of crotch into crotch
The hard horny goring of c**k into bod
Grunts and groans and cries of all kinds
Ultimate subjugation time
Escalating orgasms for the reigning queen
Accumulating damage to the hapless captive
Wrenching and twisting
Punching and pummeling
Abuse of the bound erect genitals ongoing
Clamps and clips knocked flying askew
Churning inside like a stopped volcano flue
Cruelly tight cords containing issue
No eruptions allowed!
Not this month at least
Nor even this year
Or maybe even never!
That is of course now and forever
Entirely up to her to decide
She screams and comes a final time
She stops the abuse both in and outside
That big hard spike is grudgingly withdrawn
The thin tight bindings are finally gone
Quick, viciously sharp nips at the weeping tip
Attack my impertinent upright dick
Until sufficient shrinkage is finally achieved
Tiny now and humbled
Tucked down inside
Laced up tight
She’s applying the usual belt-control-device
Ouch! That big (ful)filling invasive plug
Covered with nubbles and thick as a club
And the spike-lined compressive chastity sheath
Drawing me down small and far underneath
Quickly she clicks the implacable lock
Then straps in the mouth-filling hard rubber cock
Only then are the heavy ropes finally released
And my cramped chafed extremities uncustomarily freed
I have ten minutes now of relative peace
Barely enough time for my wounds to treat
Then right away it’s back to the boudoir
And another ordeal in my mad devoir
Preparing my costume for the party this eve
Whereas always my goddess will require of me
That I dress up, and serve, and publicly service all
A sissy Cinderella at the Marquis de Sade’s ball!
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