Subject: Strange Man: "Stop what you are doing, Ty"

by SD

Installment One

Stop what you're doing, Ty.

You can catch up with the net later. Perhaps much later. For now,
please stand up. Turn around.  Again - *very slowly*.  Just do it, Ty.
No reason, I just like seeing you on display.

Now take off all your clothes.  You can keep on, if you wish,
your collar and any rings that have special significance to you,
other than that I want you naked.  Well, nude.  I might be able
to make you feel naked when you stand before me unclothed, but
if you don't feel naked, that's OK.  Naked is fun, the
vulnerability and the fear are delightful, but I must be getting
soft about you (figurative sense only, my dear), I don't want you
to be afraid of me (maybe just a little afraid of what I'll do to
you, but not of me).  I want you to feel safe, if knowing that you
may experience great pain, but you won't suffer lasting damage or
have your limits violated can be said to be feeling safe.

Hold your hands out in front of you, Ty.  Keep them there for a
moment while I measure your hands.  Fingers, palms, wrists.  Just
a bit longer. Thank you.  Could you please extend your arms ?
Thank you.  Just a moment while I get this tape measure lined up.
Thank you.  Let me wrap your wrists with this nice, soft, cushioning
material and tape it in place.  Good.  Now put your wrists together
so I can bind them.  Let's find a hook we can put this rope over;
I like seeing you standing nude with your hands tied above your head.
Let's pull this rope a bit further; up on your tiptoes, Ty.  Let me
know when it becomes uncomfortable.  No, I won't let you down then,
I just want to know when it becomes uncomfortable.

You will be there for awhile <setting out tapemeasures and calipers).
I'm going to be taking your measurements <carefully - and very
thoroughly lining up the tape across your bustline>.  It will take
a while <placing tape around your chest just below the breasts>
because I'm going to take a lot of measurements, and as I'm trying
for extreme precision I'll need to repeat them several times.  And
yes, I am going to take every opportunity to feel you up <stroking
your buttocks>.  Why ?  Because I like feeling you up <kisses your
breast>.  Oh, you mean why the measurements.  That's for me to know
dear, but I think I can say that you will find it interesting <hands
rub across your waist and flanks a few times before aligning the tape
around your waist>.  No, I think that's all I'll say for now <using
calipers on your flanks>.  I'm sorry, Ty, is that too cold ?  Maybe
I shouldn't have stored them near the icepacks.  Would you like them
warmed up ?  No ?  You're a distressingly clever woman.  Or maybe I'm
just getting too predictable; oh well, I won't be setting up the burner
until lunch time.  I was planning to have some cheese fondue with you.
Ah, well, it doesn't really matter whether or not you like it, as I
didn't mean I was going to offer you any, I just plan to smear little
bits of it on your bare flesh and then lick it off when it cools a
little.  Or cools a lot, in which case I'll have to lick much harder.
I trust this will be OK with you; you are a submissive after all, and
we submissives (even we sadistic ones) wish to serve.  So today your
service will be to be the service.

But we've some work to get done before then <pushing your legs apart,
increasing the strain on your shoulders, then carefully sliding tape
around your thigh>.  I really do need some very precise measurements.
I had considered setting you in plaster, which would be simpler, but
not nearly so much fun <fingers slide a little down your thigh, and
align the tape again>.  Hmmm, actually, I need to let you down for
these measurements, as you won't be on tiptoes in the final project.
Wait a moment.  There, heels back on the carpet.  Does that feel
better ?  I was afraid of that.  Well, it can't be helped.

Of course, I'll have to repeat those earlier measurements <stroking
your thigh>.  When I'm done measuring your legs <carefully aligning
the tape on your inner thigh, and carefully feeling to be sure it's
all the way to the top of your leg> and feet, I'll put you up on
tiptoes again, until lunch.  Btw, which table do you prefer to be
tied to for lunch ?  Being coy, eh ?  That's OK, I'll find one
suitable.  Don't worry, Ty, after lunch I'll be happy to wash the
dishes; well, to wash the dish.  And you are a dish, dear, whatever
you may think.

But we have a lot to do before then <putting tape around your forehead,
sneaking quick kiss>, so let's get back to work.
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Installment 2

That should do.  I believe I have enough measurements now.  About time ?
Really, Ty, you act like you never spent a morning standing nude with
your hands tied above above your head before.  But it's about time to
let you down <pulls rope up, bringing you to tiptoes>.  I said it was
about time, I didn't say it _was_ time.

I'm going to take you off your feet, Ty.  I'm going to raise you slowly,
and I want you to tell me the moment you can't handle it any longer.
The padding on your wrists and the wide rope should minimize the risk
to your wrists, but your shoulders may be hurt.  Never let it be said
I don't practice informed nonconsent.  I think you'll be fine, but let
me know the moment you feel there's a problem.  No, dear, a problem
with the suspension; the fact that a strange man keeps coming to your
home and binding and torturing you is not the problem I meant; that
problem's not going to stop any time soon.

OK, Going UP, Next level Lady's pain <slowly pulls rope, raising you
higher on tiptoes, stopping when your toes are brushing the carpet>.
How's that feel ?  Good, I want it to hurt.  Anything feel broken ?
Good.  Next level coming up <raising you a fraction of any inch; your
feet lose contact with the floor until you stretch your legs a bit
more, as far as you can, and you get some contact again>.  What a
lovely sight, Ty.  I love the way you look hanging there trying so
hard to stretch a little bit further.  I'd like to stay here for a
long time, but we can't <raises rope a bit more, and you hang freely
by your wrists; secures rope>.  Oh, my, Ty, you look so wonderful
like that.  How do you feel ?  It looks like it hurts a lot.  It
does, huh ?  Well, I'm going to leave you like this.  I'd love to
give you a push and watch you swing back and forth, but that'd be
just too much strain.  Now, Ty, I'm going to do something I don't
usually do in these, these, uh, scenes or abductions or whatever
it is that we do.  I'm going to give you a safeword; you just say
"Jesse Helms for President" and I'll let you down.  Just joking,
dear; "red" will do just fine.

You really do look nice like this <feeling your hands, then stroking
your back>.  It'd be so much fun to flog you now, but I don't want
you to jerk or jump just now.  I do appreciate that you didn't
immediately safeword.  I assure you this isn't a trick, there won't
be any penalty for safewording.  I know that's hard to believe, but
if I let you have a safeword it will be a valid one: immediately
respected and no penalty for it's use.  <feeling your arms and
shoulders>  Such tension, you should relax more;  I like to just
hang around the house, but that doesn't seem to do much for you.
No, you can only safeword on the suspension, dear, not on my jokes.
Hmmm, <fingering your nipples> I suppose I could take your mind off
the pain, a little, but that would be unsafe, wouldn't it ?  Well,
yes, you're quite right my real reason is that I like seeing you in
pain, but it would still be unsafe.  Just cause it's a rationalization
doesn't mean it's wrong.

I'd like to leave you like this forever, dear, but I'm going to let you
down now.  I quite appreciate your bearing that as long as you did w/o
safewording, but I don't want to take any more chance of injuring you.
I timed you while you walked on air; perhaps another time we'll try to
extend the period a little longer. <lowers you, and takes rope off
hook>

Nearly time for lunch.  You wouldn't want anyone to say that food was
served on an unclean service in your house, would you ?  Good.  Let's
wash the dish then <tugs on your wrist ropes and leads you to the
bathroom>.

<Unties wrists and removes padding, feels, then rubs wrists, and
reties wrists with soft cloth strips>

I'll have to take your collar off, Ty, we don't want it getting wet.
I most sincerely don't wish to damage it in any way.  Don't worry, dear,
I have a nice little collection of keys for that model padlock, we'll
get it off without any damage.  There, that was easy enough.  <running
hands over your sides and hips>  Such soft skin.  I should let you select
the temperature that feels comfortable on it; please regulate the shower
temperature, dear.  Is that comfortable ?  Good.  Now step into the
shower. Let me get this <ties your hands to the shower head>  Feel OK ?
Good. <turns up the water temperature>  Yes, dear, I know that's hot.
Well, hotter than you feel comfortable with; that's why I had you set the
temperature where you were comfortable, it saved me from guessing how hot
to make it so you'd be uncomfortable.

Under the circumstances, I don't think you'll mind if I take some of your
hot water <turns on sink, takes container of liquid soap and washes hands
thoroughly>.  We could use a washcloth, but that would be an extra piece
of laundry.  I don't want to so inconvenience you, so I'm going to lather
you up by hand.  Why, yes, Ty, I am always _sooo_ considerate, and I'm
_sooo_ pleased that you noticed. <squirts generous amounts of soap into
hands and begins rubbing it on you>.
*******************
Installment 3

I'm sure you agree it's very important that we get you really well
lathered, so I'll be going very slowly. <putting more liquid soap
in hands and rubbing your breasts, first smoothly, then with a bit
more of a kneading action>  You weren't planning on going anywhere
were you ?  Good.  I'm going to be sure to rub the soap all over
you, and to be sure means doing it several times <rubbing your breasts
some more>.  We can come back to be sure we've got them covered.
Must be sure to get the rest of you.  To do a thorough job I'll have
to get in with you - here, Ty, hold this rubber whip in your teeth for
a moment while I get ready; rubber should handle water better than
leather, and I recall how much you like rubber whips.  Where was I ?
Oh, yes, I trust there are no objections to my plan ?  Nod for yes.
Good girl.  You don't mind if I call you girl do you ?  <retrieves whip
from your mouth>  You do ?  Are you sure <rubs whip down your back>
Yes ?   Well, then I suppose I won't.  No, dear, I wouldn't punish you
for answering a question honestly.  Just remember the old service motto -
never volunteer.  Though perhaps it doesn't matter, dear - because I'm
going to use this whip on you before I leave no matter how perfectly
you serve me, because I'll enjoy whipping you.

Now, lets get back to business.  First a little liniment on your arms and
shoulders; I hope they don't hurt too much.  Uh, hurt too much, I'm not
sure I really think that possible.  Let me restate that, I hope they will
be back to normal tomorrow.  Am I planning another visit tomorrow ?  When
I'll visit is for me to know, dear.  But it could be any day; just cause
I haven't visited two days in a row doesn't mean I won't.  And don't
think that because I've always come to your home that it will always be
the way. I may pick you up anytime, anyplace, you're never safe from me,
dear.

Hmm, I've a bit of liniment left on my hands.  Spread your legs, Ty.
Yes, dear, that is what I'm going to do <rubs your crotch, slips finger
between your lips>  Burns ?  Yes, it does.  Be glad it was somewhat
diluted or it would burn much more.  When did you become bowlegged, Ty ?
Ah, trying to get more water between your legs.  It won't help much,
dear, but go ahead, I like watching you twist and squirm.  The burning
sensation will abate in time.

But not soon.    <stands back to watch you squirm>

Perhaps it would help if the water were colder ?  <turns off the hot
water, turns up the cold water, returns to watching you squirm>
Quite nice, dear.  Do you think this has potential as a part of an
aerobics program ?  It certainly has you moving quite a bit; you'd
probably be working up quite a sweat if not for the cold water <sticks
hand in shower flow> - *Very* cold water - pouring over you.  You don't
like being cold ?  How unfortunate for you.  Did you think that would
induce me to turn the water off ?  Actually, I will.   I want you to know
that you can sometimes get what you ask for.  Only because I want you to
tell me what you want, so I can better enjoy denying it to you, and for
that to happen I need to sometimes agree.  Sorta like how a casino has to
let people win a little from time to time.

An interesting point.  What's sexier, hope or despair ?   I get really
aroused by the idea of inducing total despair in my victims, but while
it's a thrill knowing she's in total despair, she probably won't perform
well after she reaches that point.  It's hope, even a tiny, irrational
hope, that keeps people struggling.  But I'm probably creating a false
dichotomy, as a way to bring about the state of despair is to raise and
dash hopes.  But I seem to be boring you.  Oh, I forgot, your squirming
doesn't necessarily mean that you're bored.

I do have an ointment that may help a little.  Not much, just a little.
Would you like me to apply it ?  I'll consider it.  Perhaps if you made
your tits bounce nicely enough I'd reward you.  Make them bounce, Ty.
That won't suffice, dear.  You'll have to shake them harder.  That's
better.  Keep it up.  Ah, no dear, you in bondage is all I need to keep
that up, but thank you for your concern.  That's quite nice dear.  I
think you deserve a reward.  But that doesn't mean you'll get one.  Oh,
my, I wish you could have seen your face just then, the disappointment
and frustration were so plain, and so delightful.  You almost looked
like you might cry.  I'm sure you'd feel better if you did; I know I'd
feel better if you did.  So perhaps we can free those tears and distract
you from your burning pussy with a nice whipping <takes rubber whip,
strikes your back>  What a nice little yelp, dear <I blindfold you so you
can't see the incoming strokes, and the whipping continues, as you twist
and shout, and the whip bites your back and breasts and belly and buns>
Are those tears, dear ?  It's hard to be sure since your face was already
wet.  We'll just have to continue the whipping until the flow is
unmistakeable <the whip cracks your back; you still twist and turn, but
it's your back that burns as I keep turning you so your back is the
target and the strokes pour down on it faster than you can bear and your
tears flow more freely but the whip keeps striking your bare back until
you break into full throated sobs, and then the strokes cease and I
undo the cloth strips binding your hands to the shower head (your wrists
remain bound together) and pick you up and carry you to a chair in which
I sit with you in my lap, removing your blindfold and holding you close
while I rock you, stroking and caressing you as you cry on my chest and
I alternate kissing your temple with softly telling you what a sublime
sub and how wonderful a woman you are.  As your tears subside, I shift
you a little and push your legs apart and liberally cover my fingers
with the relieving ointment and begin gently rubbing it over and inside
your burning lips, frequently repeating the process of oiling my fingers
and sliding them within you and slowly moving them about, trying to
throughly cover the affected area.  It's hard to say how effective the
ointment is, as your squirming continues, and, in fact, increases, and
your moans suggest that you are not feeling relief.  "Should I
continue ?", I ask, and you gasp out a "yes", and so I keep my right
hand slowly moving as my fingers work on your tender bits while my left
hand strokes your head and and shoulder and neck and then grasps your
blonde hair and gently but firmly pulls your head back, raising your
flushed face for me to kiss.

END Installment 3


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