Erotica
A Tight Journey Into (Sub)Space
BDSM Bondage Sex Story
“You know, Vel, Abby has been so bratty the past few weeks. I hardly know where to begin with her,” Darcie complained about her submissive.
“Hmm,” the other woman replied as she tapped her long red nails to her lips. “You’ve tried the usual?”
Darcie sighed as she went over everything she had tried. “Being extra strict, corner time, punishments, spankings, and not the fun ones. I’ve tried it all.”
“Is there anything going on in her life which makes her act out?” Velma mused.
Darcie shrugged and shook her head. “I’m guessing there is, but she won’t tell me. I’m at my wit’s end. It’s just not fun anymore to have her around.”
“Do you do bondage with her?”
Darcie nodded. “I can only use the tightest leather restraints on her and have to fasten them with metal chains, or else she’ll wiggle out of them.”
An evil grin crossed over Velma’s face. “I’d love to take her for a spin and teach her how a true submissive should act.”
“Nope, we can’t. It has taken me months to get her to trust me. She’ll never consent.”
“Let me think about it. Did I show you that new whip I’ve gotten?”
Darcie shook her head.
“Hold on, let me get it.”
Velma left the room. Darcie was relieved she had shared her concerns with her friend. She truly loved Abby and had enjoyed playing with her so far, but these past few weeks had just been one big struggle.
A few minutes later, Velma returned, holding a crop and rope. “This is the one I received yesterday. I had almost forgotten I had ordered it at all.” Velma gave the item to her friend.
Darcie studied it in her hands. “That’s a funny shape. I’ve never seen it before.” She traced her fingers over the outline of the leather.
“I thought you’d like it. Shaped like a cat. A pussy for a pussy.” She giggled at her own joke.
“Those edges are pretty sharp,” Darcie observed as she went over them with her finger.
“Uhhuh,” Velma said. “But I was thinking. Have you ever tied a body harness around your sub?”
“Yeah, once or twice. Wasn’t a big hit.”
“But did you loop the rope around her boobs?”
Darcie slowly shook her head. “Don’t remember exactly, but I don’t think so.”
“Ahh, you should. It’ll take her to subspace instantly.”
Darcie stared at her friend incredulously. “That can’t be.”
“Trust me, Dar, I’ve seen it over and over. Every time the rope is around their tits, and they get discoloured even the smallest bit, they’re gone.”
“You’re kidding.” Darcie was sure she would have discovered this earlier if this were so.
“I swear it’s true.”
“Bullshit.”
Velma took the rope she had brought and released it from its knot. “Strip, and I’ll show you.”
“Me? Now? No way.” Darcie crossed her arms.
“Why not? You know you always gotta try everything yourself first before trying it on your submissive, so why not this? And it’ll prove I’m right.”
Darcie went over the idea. Velma did make sense. And it had been awfully long ago since she had last been in bondage. “But what will you do? Just the harness?”
Velma’s face broke into a sly smile. “Who knows? Would you want me to stop there?”
Darcie licked her lips nervously. “I, well, nothing too crazy, right?”
Velma turned serious. “Tell me your limits.”
“Let’s see. You can do bondage on me. Some spanking is all right, I guess, but nothing in my pussy or ass.”
Velma nodded. “Okay, I can work with that.”
“Vel, it’s been a really long time since I was with my last Mistress. Be careful, okay?”
“No promises. Strip.”
Her heart pounding wildly, Darcie began taking off her clothes. What had she gotten herself into now?
Quicker than she would have wanted, she was naked.
Velma surveyed her body. “You look better than I remembered.” She cupped the other woman’s tits and massaged her roughly. “All real, that’s good.”
Darcie mewled as her now Mistress twisted her nipples.
“Don’t be like that. Just imagine what they’re gonna feel like in a second when your boobs are all swollen.”
“Swollen?”
“Oh yes, they’re gonna look so pretty all purple and the skin all taut.”
“Is that even healthy?” Darcie asked nervously. “It can do no harm, just not for too long or too often. Now stop whining.”
In a matter of minutes, Velma had tied the rope around Darcie’s upper body. The rope circled her neck before going down to ring her breast. She had looped the rope several times around the globe before doing the same thing to the other one with the other end of the rope.
Darcie was paying close attention to the way the rope was going around her body. Nothing happening so far, she thought. And then both her breasts were bound and started to swell up a little. She was definitely Velma’s now. Her Mistress was handling her so well. She squealed as the rope was pulled between her labia and ass cheeks. It was tied to the harness at her back.
“What is it, love? Is that tight?” Velma asked.
“Uhhuh,” Darcie replied.
Velma slapped her tit. “What was that?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good girl. See how big your tits have gotten? The colour they have?” Velma grabbed her friend’s chin. “Let me look in your eyes. Ooh, this doesn’t affect you at all, now, does it?”
“No, Mistress.”
Velma slapped her on the other tit. “Don’t lie to me.”
“No, Mistress.”
Velma took up the pussy cat crop. She held it under her friend’s chin. “Let’s add some pain, now shall we?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Velma slid the side of the cat’s head over the swollen boob. It left a white stripe as it scratched the skin. Darcie winced at the uncomfortable feeling.
“What is that? You don’t like that? Too bad we have to do the other side to match.” Velma made an identical stripe on the other boob.
“Very pretty.” She tapped the breast hard with the crop. Darcie let out a yelp of pain. She also winced as the crotch rope rubbed over her clit.
“You’re turning me on, Darcie girl.” Another tap on the girl’s breast followed. “Turn around.”
Darcie followed the instruction. In quick succession, Velma turned her friend’s ass cheeks red. Darcie squealed and winced but did not use her safe word. It was as if she was floating on another planet. She was riding the pain and never wanted to leave this place.
Velma put the crop away and pulled Darcie into her arms from behind. She pulled the girl’s nipples painfully far away from her body. “Are you going to cum for me, my pretty girl?”
“Ooh, yes, ow, Mistress.”
Velma twisted her nipple before releasing and pulling at the crotch rope. She rubbed the rope over the tortured submissive’s clit. “So cum for me.”
It took Darcie only a few seconds to tip over the edge with a loud moan. Velma held her tight in her arms while the girl bucked and twisted as pleasure coursed through her body.
Only when her breathing had evened did Velma began to undo the rope harness.
Darcie winced when the rope was removed from her lower body. When her breasts were unwound, her face contorted. A new gulf of pain overwhelmed her and she arched her back in response.
“That’s fun, huh, to have the blood flowing again?” Velma noticed.
“Oh, yes.” She bit her lip to keep from complaining.
“So, Darcie, tell me, what is your professional opinion? Does breast bondage instantly send you into subspace, or not?” Velma asked.
Darcie hugged and stroked her afflicted breasts. She took a deep breath. “Yes, Vel, I suppose it does.”
“What was that?”
“Yes, Mistress. Breast bondage does send you into subspace. Instantly.”
“That’s my good girl.”
Written by Liz BlackX.
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