tina@mcs.com (Tina Sikorski) No-Win Situation Rights to distribute freely via electronic media are granted; no other distribution is allowed nor can anyone receive money for any sort of distribution with the author's express written consent. (C) 1994 by the author This story is about consensual but heavy B&D with some S&M thrown in. If bondage, whips, chains, and the concept of willing slavery bother you, this might be a good time to stop reading. Otherwise, enjoy! About an hour before I leave work, a sealed envelope and package addressed to me appears on my deak. I internally shiver, knowing that it is from my Master and that the package must surely contain a video, but the instructions on the envelope say "Do not open until the commute home." My remaining time at work seems to pass agonizingly slow, and I'm glad for the private office; my distraction would probably be obvious to anyone. On the way home, I settle into a back seat on the bus and open the envelope. Instructions for my Slave for the night: When you arrive at home, you will immediately upon closing the door strip naked and kneel in the nearest corner for approximately 5 minutes. At this time, you will crawl on all fours to the bedroom, bringing with you the video I have supplied. Insert the tape in the player and begin watching it, doing your best to pay attention to it as you obey the rest of these instructions. Once you have completed them, you will assume a face-up lying position, making sure that you can see the TV easily so that you can watch the movie. Bring the remote with you. Insert and secure within you a vibrator and turn it on. You may secure it as you wish, but make sure that it cannot accidentally be removed, and that it will be fairly easy for me to remove it when I desire. Place yourself into bondage that includes collar, manacles, and breast bondage, making sure you are as helpless as possible with your legs spread wide to await my arrival. Your right hand may be left loosely bound so that if you must remove yourself from bondage it will be possible, and also so that you may rewind and rewatch scenes. You are forbidden to have an orgasm. I will question you on this when I arrive, and punishment will be meted out accordingly for any disobedience. your Owner and Master I nearly miss my stop because of my beginning fantasies and excitement. When I get upstairs, I strip and kneel, as per my Master's orders. The five minutes I must wait are nearly excruciating and even without any stimulation other than the knowledge of my slavery and obedience I am extremely aroused. When the time is up, I crawl slowly to the bedroom, imagining my Master leading me there as He sometimes does, missing His presence but knowing that later He will be here. I open the package with the movie and look at it. It is a fairly hardcore movie about white slavery; the kind of kidnap, rape and force to submit movie that my Master knows is one of my deepest if not to be realized fantasies. He and I have played the kidnap and rape game, and some of my most intense pleasure has come from it. We have also watched similar movies; He had noted that I seemed to have an extreme ability to submerse myself into the roles of the various captives within such movies and ordered me to fantasize about such things before. The movie begins, and I find a vibrator and insert it to its full length, then turn it on. A pair of tight underwear is sufficient to ensure that it will not slip out of place, but will be easy for my Master to remove. We have an entire drawer full of underwear and clothing that he may tear off of me when I wear it, found in thrift stores and therefore cheap---cheaper than much of the porn we also use as sexual aids. On the screen, an innocent looking teenager has been shoved against a wall and is being handcuffed, collared, and led to a van. For a moment I forget that I am supposed to be doing anything else, so captivating is the scene; I barely refrain from an orgasm. Bringing myself under at least partial control, I sit on the bed and begin my bondage. Manacles on my wrists and ankles...fairly standard but still one of my (and my Master's) favorites. I lock the ankle manacles and the left wrist one on. Another lock is used to lock on the collar I choose---not a large one but very definitely there. A rope to go around my waist and then up criss-cross and circling around my breasts, making them stand out a bit more than normal. I leave this fairly loose, however, since I do not know when my Master will arrive, and He would not wish me to damage his property---me. Besides, I enjoy pain, but discomfort can be intolerable. Again my attention is drawn to the screen. The girl is being pulled from the van and forced to her hands and knees. I shiver in delight as I watch the guard drag her by a leash to a room where she is chained face against a wall, spread-eagled. She is left in the dark, and there is a scene pause; letting me return to my own bondage. The pleasure of the vibrator is beginning to build, but I am still sufficiently connected to the real world to complete my self-bondage. I decide against nipple clamps; with the breast bondage it seems excessive this time. Laying back on the bed, I draw my legs up, knees bent, so that my left ankle is very near my left wrist. I attach them to one another, which forces my left leg to remain where it is. The right leg will be a bit more complicated with the left hand already tied, but the chain has clips on either end for just this purpose. I run the chain from my right ankle to a ring on the collar, threading it through the ring on the wrist manacle first. This leaves the illusion of my right hand being bound, but in reality, I can move it to either clip and begin the removal of said bondage quite easily and quickly, if necessary. Somehow, I don't envision wanting to do that. I look at the screen and realize I have missed the beginning of the poor girl's beating, so I rewind it a bit. The door to her cell opens, and several men walk in. One of them begins to whip her with a cat-o-nine. I wince with remembered pain, but I also breathe harder. The action on the screen gets more intense, and I begin to lose control. I know that I will be punished if I attain orgasm, but as the captive girl kneels at the feet of her captor and is forced to kiss his boots, my first orgasm begins. I become engrossed in the movie, identifying with the captive as she is gang raped, sodomized, beaten, and trained to submit. In the last scene of the movie, as she kneels at her new Master's feet, I have my 5th...or is it 6th?...orgasm. I am about to rewind to watch one of the gang bangs when I realize that my Master is in the room. He walks to me, takes the remote, and turns the tape and TV off. He is holding the riding crop, and just seeing that causes yet another minor orgasm. He looks down upon me, with an indescribably dominant expression on His face. I struggle not to make the orgasm count 8; doomed, of course, to fail, as He reaches for a nipple and squeezes and twists it, greeting me with "Good evening, Slave. It seems as if you have obeyed all but one of your instructions." I whimper a bit, knowing that I can not, will not lie to Him about the number of orgasms, and knowing that the punishment goes up in a definitively non-linear fashion with each orgasm. He lightly slaps my thigh with the riding crop, nearly causing number 9. I say nothing, waiting for Him to ask me. With no warning, he rips apart the underwear and pulls out the vibrator, turning it off and putting it down elsewhere. He unzips his pants---clearly he has been anticipating this as he is both very erect and already wearing a condom. Without bothering to undress, he climbs between my legs and enters me with a slam. So much for will power (as the count hits 9). It does not take him long to pleasure himself, which he does in utter silence. His orgasm is explosive. He removes himself, and begins unlocking my bondage, still silent. I lie in trepidation, waiting for Him to say something, anything. He rolls me onto my stomach, and locks me face-down, legs spread only slightly, arms tied together and to the head of the bed. Still He says nothing. Finally, the pressure is too much, and I speak, knowing that if He is in that kind of mood that speaking without permission may get me in more trouble. "Master?" I say, in a soft and submissive tone. "You may speak, Slave." He says, emphasizing the word "slave". I shiver at that, then continue. "I have a confession about my disobedience to make, and request that you punish me." "I know you have been disobedient, Slave. I ordered you not to come, and yet when I arrived you were lying writhing in ecstasy on the bed. How many orgasms did you have, and what do you think a suitable punishment might be?" "I had 9, Master. I apologize for disobeying your orders, but it was not willful. Please be merciful towards me. Perhaps 20 lashes?" "You disobeyed me nine times and you think you can get away with a mere 20 lashes? Even counting your mitigating circumstances, I think you must endure more than that." He pauses for a moment. "You shall receive 50 strokes on the ass with the crop. Following that, I will allow you a rest break, after which you will receive 20 lashes with the cowhide whip on the back. When that is done, you will masturbate in front of me until you have come an additional 3 times." I shudder. This is a fairly harsh punishment. The crop's strokes should be bearable enough most of the way through, but I won't be able to sit comfortably for an hour or two. The lashes will be worse---I know the whip He means and I have received bruises from it. But , as nearly any woman (and perhaps many men) can tell you, having had numerous orgasms, it becomes more and more difficult to deliberately achieve them, and begins to get quite painful. Still, I do not argue with my Master. It may seem harsh, but in reality He and I discussed this very type of scene in the past, and underneath the faux fear I am genuinely enjoying this no-win situation. I bow my head to the mattress in submission as he the first strokes of the crop begin... Author's notes: Consensual BDSM play between two or more partners can be very enjoyable, but caution must be taken to ensure all parties' safety. While the thrill of being tied helpless and alone may fuel your fantasies, I strongly recommend against any sort of solo bondage unless you are very used to placing yourself in it in such a way that there is no chance you cannot, in case of physical or mental need, nearly immediately get free. The danger far outweighs the pleasure. If you do wish to experiment with solo bondage, do it with a partner or a trusted friend present in the apartment until you know what you can or cannot get loose of. Even then, I would strongly recommend you avoid it as a regular practice. In addition, if you are going to engage in BDSM play, whether experimentally or as a lifestyle, be sure you negotiate limits and boundaries thoroughly before beginning. Even for a single session, a contract outlining wants, needs, and things to stay away from can be useful. It is very easy to go too far, and that can be both physically and mentally injurious. Most importantly, be sure you set a distinctive easily remembered word or short phrase, a safe word, so that if things go too far, there is a way of indicating that an end needs to be called.. In the mean time, enjoy yourselves.