Punishment
By: K.L. Miller
I have no Need of Rope.
On this occasion, all that is Required for Restraint Purposes... are several pair of pantyhose; she does not like wearing them. Call it being a Tom Boy most of her youthful years, or the more modern Femin-Nazi-Style loathing for one Fashion Statement or another, I call it... a convenient confluence of ideologies. After all... she is here to endure ONE Punishment at my Hands; my choice of Restraints just so happens to be part of her Torment.
After removing her clothing I have her put on one pair; that done, with the attendant bitching and moaning, I have her stand... and proceed to bind her ankles and knees together, using black stocking of similar fabric for each Binding; her arms are raised above her head, bound and secured rather traditionally, though with nylon replacing leather or rope. I enjoy her not-so-casual stare at the one unconventional Bondage Piece: the blue Kiddie Pool she stood in; because of the hesitation I Sense from her, I explain... somewhat.
"When you piss, I don't want my carpet stained... just had the fragger shampooed."
* * * *
I have no Need of Rope...
However, it does come in handy when Restraining a Female to my Executive's Chair. Not that the specifics of the Binding are of any interest, not even to the casual Observer; the thong and vibrator crammed into her vagina... barely a speck of dirt on the collar of an immaculate dresser. No... what catches the Casual Observer's Notice... is that after she is Restrained (complete with clothes pins on the breasts)... I tinker with my computer, bringing up... PORN?!?!?
I have no need of Rope; she has Serious issues with Porn. So being tied up and forced to at least listen to Porn is Torture enough... except for the Experiment.
Every now and again she'll open her eyes; eventually, we settle down into a peculiar, enlightened, heated Friendly Debate over Porn and Erotica in general. That is how I come to her Torment...
One Bondage Scene showed a submissive in Forced Orgasm Scenarios; various implements, and considering it was part of a Raid, I knew she would soon bear witness to more of the same... with different Techniques used in nearly all of them.
Yet it wasn't until the one Japanese Bondage scene, complete with jutte rope and bamboo supports, that I saw what I was looking for. First came the silence; she knows I have a thing for the Japanese Culture and this is a part of that Culture. So... she studied it; in that instant... she forgot the Restraints.
* * * *
She cannot have children, but do not weep for her; she has three strong, wonderful Adult Children, and a growing Clan of Grand-Kids. If there is cause for tears, it is due to Cancer's Curse taking a wonderful Man and Loving Husband far too young.
So... why is she before me? Such a Woman has...
Ah...; do not Presume, for their Sex Life was just beginning to grow in Passion... and then, Cancer. It has taken her years to get to the point where Going Out wasn't a frightening experience; the first T-Monkey Scumbag nearly pushed her back within Solitude's Embrace...
Until our carts collided... in Wal-Mart!!!!!!! Thus started a Friendship based on Writing and Reading; it was a full six months before I allowed her to Read my posted Works... a Moment in which we exchanged Personal Works.
At first, it was curiosity; she'd been inside my doss before, but after the Tale, she began looking for certain things... clues to...
"Your carpet."
"Very good." I glanced at the still open front door.
She remained; now... she's standing in the center of my living room... asking for Solace... and my Assistance with something.
"I want Sex... NEED it..."
"Guilt; it does not become you.
"I Understand your Request and hesitation... and offer this: no amount of Good Sex, Fantastic... whatever... can or will mar the Love you will always have for your deceased Husband. Me... I'm smart enough not to even bother trying. Take that for what you will..."
"An honest asshole," she laughed, relaxing.
Indeed I DID Understand; the second she starts cumming or it gets Good to Her... I can expect anything from an Image of him to cause her to move erratically, if not stop completely... to hearing her call his name.
And THAT was my Goal; like I said... I Understand.
Better for her to unleash her Guilt upon a Form accustomed to those enraged outburst... a Soul that won't Seize the opportunity for violence, or any other Ill.
And I cannot ignore this... because her eyes often linger on my black rosary: the Dark Confessor... a common Bondage Theme... and for her... only an Idea away...
* * * *
She wanted to see the Hood Born Dom... and kept pushing until she took it upon herself to show up at my door on a Day Off.
Good Timing though; I'm blazing, listening to Thug Motivation 103... being a complete In-House Thug, if ya wanna be cruel and stupid. So... I let her sit her happy ass down and watch me as I Ignored her.
And she continues to push; the childish Games grow beyond a mild irritation.
"What's wrong?" she asks.
"You're fuckin' wi' my High; stop." I don't quite spit the words, but there is a definite difference in her Posture, Features and general Feel. The Girlie-Shit... is blown away.
I don't React; picking up my bowl I take another hit, savoring the fresh pack as the heavy bass tickles the foundation.
"And when does the sex start?"
"When I get ready to jack off... pardon my French, but ain't here for Dick chica; you're here for a Show." I let the sneer slip from my lips, and enter my Thoughts.
I eyeball my Broke; gonna need more if she keeps this shit up...
"Sorry to intrude," there is bitterness in her Tone... and I chuckle.
"Just Think: SHE... She's gotta deal with these Moods Day-in-Day-out; sometimes... the Punishment is... Strange indeed."
* * * *
I reek of blunt, booze and Skripper-Funk; From Dress-Code to Drunken Step, there can be no doubt that I'm fresh from Da Strip Club, hangin' with the Boyz. She doesn't mind; I do it so rarely it's not habit; however... tonight I enter our Home and say nothing.
Whatever Thought or need She may have possessed, is instantly set aside; She studies my Features, searching for the lingering Shadows.
"If you're gonna date a Stripper... you'd better Understand: she FUCKS for her Money."
She doesn't giggle; most of my Boyz eventually do something stupid over a Piece of Pussy; he even admitted he didn't love her. This was just a Possessive Reaction to Diamond going to work and fucking someone he'd Done Biz with.
She listens to me Gripe; I am not unaware of Her discomfort at having Her Moment put on hold... but...
I cannot Take Care of Her needs like this; Da Club was a Place of Biz, not a Place to unwind from a crappy Shift. And once exhausted there... I head for the Shower to remove the Chemical odors. She meets me as I grab the towel, eyes sparkling warmly.
"Cuddle?"
Now THAT will cap off the Night better than Sex: a Return to Humanity in Her Arms.