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Tales of the Cabal: Protecting the Mistress
by Tigger
Copyright 1999, All Rights Reserved.

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unchanged.

This story is based on the Cabal as I developed it in one of
my first stories, "Domination Games."  This story is archived
at the Nifty Archive.

Url:  www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/by_authors/Tigger/

The file is Domination-Games.html

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Protecting the Mistress
by Tigger

Part 20: A Safe Bondage Interlude

He was just so goddamned beautiful, Mary thought wistfully as
she watched him struggle against the stringent binding straps
and  other restraints.  Except for his head, every gorgeous
inch of the man she loved was on display for her pleasure. 
She mused that, as much as she had always loved petting his
soft, furry pelt of body hair, there was a lot to be said for
smooth, perspiration dampened skin glinting in the lamplight,
showing off each rippling muscle.  A delightful shudder of
pure desire made her yearn to do more with him. . . . and to
him.

Well, she promised herself, she could do all of those lovely
things because he was all hers.  Later.  After she'd
accomplished the goal she'd set for herself earlier this
evening.

Mary had ambushed him the moment Gerry had finished his
evening office work.  She'd caught him from behind, quickly
pulling a thick leather, full-face blindfold hood over his
head.  Confused by the sudden darkness, Gerry had not put up
much resistance when Mary had pulled his hands behind his back
into her police style handcuffs. 

Locked in darkness and handcuffs, Gerald had permitted himself
to be hustled into the four wheel drive.  Some time later,
they'd finally come to a halt.  

Once she had gotten him inside the building, Mary had stripped
him and begun her plan, of which the first order of business
had been to restrain him. Artistically and rigorously, Mary
recalled with a mischievous grin.  That had been fun all by
itself.

At her command, Gerald had knelt to the floor.  Adjusting his
position just so had taken several minutes, spreading his
knees wide until he'd begun to feel the resistance in his
hamstrings.  Strong, wide straps at each knee and ankle
anchored him like in that position.

Mary knew just how difficult the final bondage she had in mind
would be, and carefully prepared Gerald to prevent injury.  It
had surprised Gerald when Mary had begun "rocking" him back
and forth from the hips.  Each repetition pushed Gerry just a
bit further over backwards, all the while carefully supporting
his upper body so he wouldn't fall too far too soon.

Mary's stretching warmup eventually loosened him up so that
Gerald was able to lay all the way over on to a cushioned
bolster positioned in the small of his back without distress.
She had completed her living sculpture - almost an upside down
hog tie - by clipping his handcuffed hands beneath the bolster
to the same floor anchors that also held his ankle straps.

Then she had gotten *really* creative.

As loose as his muscles were, Gerald was still sweating
profusely.  The tension on every muscle and ligament was still
tolerable, but the effort  to hold himself in a position that
minimized that strain was not the only reason for
perspiration.

The vibrations started again, sending a near electrical shock
through Gerald's body and causing him to clench his already
overtaxed muscles.  Mistress Mary had put some type of
vibrating cock-ring device onto the root of his penis.  From
what he could tell in his blindfolded condition, the toy
vibrated madly until his penis erected enough to click off
some type of switch, then it would stop.  When his erection
began to ease from the sudden lack of stimulation, the switch
would close and the vibrations would start again.

The toy had already cycled on and off at least six times, and
the interval between the toy turning off and then back on was
getting shorter and shorter as his overstimulated cock became
ever more sensitive. 

Time for phase two, Mary thought, feeling quite pleased with
her progress thus far.

A piece of leather over Gerald's ear came away from the hood
with a snapping sound.  "How is my boy doing - all tied up and
oh-so-very sexy?"  Mary cooed into his ear.  "My, but your
muscles are so tight and hard, Gerry." her hand slipped down
to grip and stroke his rampant erection very slowly. "Mmmmmm,
so is this muscle."

Gerald groaned and began to struggle hard against his
restraints.  Mary loved it.  "What's the matter, sweetie? 
Don't you like my little toy?"  He felt her nails graze his
nipples just before white hot sensation burned holes into his
chest. "Maybe you will like these better, Gerry."

Gerry held his breath, and remained absolutely still, going
along with the burning sensation.  Grimly determined, he
waited for the numbness that experience told him would soon
follow the clamps' initial bite. 

The sudden, unexpected pain had another effect. It effectively
blocked the maddening vibration around his groin, so his
erection, even with the vibrator going wild, drooped.

Gentle fingers once again wrapped around the trunk of Gerry's
penis, massaging and fondling him gently.  "Poor baby." he
heard Mary whisper.  "You went all soft. We can't have that. 
It will spoil all our fun.  Here, let me tell you just what I
have in mind for that lovely little hardon, darling."  Mary
dropped her voice  another register as she began to tell him
all the marvelously kinky, sexy things she was going to do to
him and have him do to her.  In spite of himself, blood surged
back into his groin, making him even harder than he had been
earlier.
  
Gerry began pumping as much as his rigid bondage would permit,
trying to add just that tiny bit of sensation that would send
him over the edge.  He . . . was . . . ALMOST. . . *THERE* . .

Three things combined to stop Gerald's climax in mid-surge:

The vibrating cockring stopped again;

Mary's hand stopped;

And the clamps on his chest came ALIVE!!!

Gerry screamed his dismay - the damned nipple clamps were
vibrators, too, and they evidently turned on at the same
moment the one on his dick turned off.  The dull ache of the
clamps exploded anew into fresh misery as the vibrations awoke
the no-longer-numb nerve endings.

Time for phase three.  "Please let this work." she breathed
under her breath.

"So!"  Gerald heard Mary say aloud, "As you can see, my slave
is caught between Scylla and Charybdis. Either his poor little
man parts or his cute little nipples are always teasing him;
their pain and pleasures at war, always fighting for supremacy
while he tries to navigate between them to the safety of his
orgasm.  So, my honored friends, the question is: Will he make
it all the way and come, or will the gentle torment of his
nipples continue to thwart him?  Will he still be trying to
come when the bell rings?  Set your wagers, please.  This test
will last.. . " The leather ear patched snapped back into
place, garbling the remainder of Mary's statement.

She might as well have said forever, because for Gerald, time 
stopped.

If the tension straining every muscle in Gerald's body could
have increased another iota, it would have.  There were
*people* here, dammit! Another fucking audience and they were
watching him, *again*! They were watching  him suffering,
hearing him moan and even scream. . . betting on the outcome
like he was some damned race horse.  Oh God, his mind
shrieked, just like when that guy Victor and his wife had
pulled that damn stunt on him at the Lodge!

He couldn't face that again - he just could not deal with that
humiliation again!  He had to HIDE - had to get away to
someplace where what they saw, what they heard and what they
said wouldn't matter. 

Gerald felt himself begin slowly sinking back into that safe,
dark, and private corner of his mind again, when the
vibrations shifted back to his groin.  The sudden shift of
focus momentarily snapped him back.  Then, he felt Mary's hand
as she caressed the length of him again, and the ear flap once
again snapped free.  "Are you still with me, Gerry?  Talk to
me, sweetheart. I specifically did not gag so that you could
communicate with me."

What the hell did she mean? his mind growled. Communicate with
her?

"Stay with me, Gerry." she called to him as he sought to slip
away from this place, away from her friends.

Away from her.

He was doing it again, he realized, and he promised her he
wouldn't.  Grimly, he fought back his way back to the
conscious plane.  "I'm . . . I'm here, Mistress." he choked
out, and found himself kissed softly.

And he stayed, throughout the entire trial.

How long it lasted, Gerald could not tell.  His only time mark
was which vibrator was on and which one was off. Was he
getting harder or softer?  Did his nipples hurt or merely
ache?  However long it actually took in real time, for Gerald
it seemed to go on and on and on . . . 

Toward the end, he became aware of something else happening to
his body.  There was a new sensation to deal with - a deep,
cramping muscular pulling in his lower abdomen, directly above
his penis, around his groin to a spot just above his rectum. 
The ache swiftly turned into real pain that grew in intensity
each time his penis erected, each time that muscle contracted
to lift the weight of his lengthening cock. 

Until finally, everything else paled in comparison to that
burning muscle cramp and that was all he felt.

"Safe word!" he screamed when the cramps finally became
unbearable.  "Please, make it stop!!!"

Instantly, the vibrations ceased, and safety snaplinks opened
to relax the restraints holding his arms and legs.  As he
tried to stretch out, an incredible moist heat enveloped his
tortured, over sensitive manhood.  He felt a hand gently
fondling his balls, while another massaged the still painfully
cramping muscles.  Gradually, the pain eased and his
excitement grew under the loving ministrations.  "I am going
to come!" he yelled to warn whoever was giving him this gift.

Mary did her best to answer him, but with her mouth full, all
that came out was an affirmative sounding garble - at least
she hoped it was positive because his overworked muscle could
not have held off the eruption a second longer.  The spasms
that ejected the semen brought the cramps back with a
vengeance, but Mary continued to massage them away as she
drank in his very soul, lost in the pleasure of loving him
orally.

When the last dribble had escaped, he felt that other body
slide up his own, followed by a pair of soft lips gently
caressing his mouth.  An insistent tongue teased him into
opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, for which he was
rewarded with a mouthful of some viscous, slightly salty
fluid.

"Swallow, pet, and I will take you home." Mistress Mary said
softly.  Dutifully, Gerald swallowed his own semen.  "Good
boy, love.  I am very proud of you."  She kissed him again,
much deeper than the last, until Gerry groaned his growing
discomfort into her mouth.  "Oops," she giggled. "Here, let me
finish getting you on your feet."

That was not a quick process.  Gerald had been in that severe
bondage for nearly forty minutes, much longer than Mary had
anticipated this exercise lasting.  They had to stop several
times so that Mary could massage out a muscle spasm, or ease
another cramp.  Finally, he was on his feet - shakily so - but
on his feet.  Gerry raised his hands to his head, feeling for
the zipper on the hood, but Mary's touch stopped him.  "I know
that you safe worded, Gerry, and if you insist, I will remove
the hood. I'd rather wait until we are home, but a safe word
is a safe word. So, it is up to you."

Gerald did not particularly want to see the people who had
been watching him throughout this test of Mary's.  Did not
want to know who they were or worry about ever meeting them
again in some other, more polite situation.  What he didn't
know, could not embarrass him.  Wearily, he shook his head.
"Leave the hood on, Mistress. I've kind of gotten used to it."

Mary sighed inaudibly, greatly relieved at his decision.  She
had taken a big risk with this little game, but she had read
him correctly.  The derived benefit of this exercise would
have been greatly reduced or even lost if Gerry could see his
surroundings.

She gave him a gentle hug in response. Mary stayed close to
him, her shoulder propping him up, helping to support his
weary body. "Sally, you will please see to the payoff of the
wagers - Gerry needs to be home and in the hot tub.  Thank you
all for coming."  Mary said, thanking the non-existent people
of the audience who "filled" the empty room.

And with that, Mary led Gerald, in a very circuitous route,
through  various rooms and hallways, and finally out the
backdoor of his own house.  She drove them around again for
about twenty minutes, same as she had on the trip to the
"borrowed dungeon" before returning to Gerry's house for the
second time that evening.  This time, however, she escorted
him through the front door.

It had been a very good night, she smiled happily.  He'd been
damned close to going back into hiding on her again.  She'd
seen his body seem to relax even while the intentionally
tormenting toys were going at maximum strength.  Only he
hadn't gone away, hadn't left her.  He'd heard her call him
and he had stayed with her, had endured for her.  He had
wanted to protect himself from her non-existent audience, and
yet, he had stayed open for her.

And it wasn't over, she thought happily.  If she did not get
loved at least four times tonight while she took care of his
hurts in the hot tub, she'd be very surprised.  Gerry needed
to rest his aching body in the swirling, bubbling heated
water, but there was nothing wrong with his tongue.  Another
delightful shiver crawled down her spine, and curled around
deep into her womanly core.  Who knows, she grinned
lasciviously, maybe Gerry might even be able to get it back up
tonight, with a little TLC and the right motivation.

Mary was definitely motivated enough for both of them!

End Part 20


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