Zatanna Dark — Caught in Bondage!
Mistress Dark’s Comeuppance
Punishing a Punisher
You hear my footsteps approaching out of the darkness.
CRACK!
The sound of the crop striking my palm rings through the room. I come out of the darkness and lift your face to look at me with the end of the crop under your chin.
“Zatanna Dark, it’s a pleasure finally meeting you in the flesh, as they say. Well, it will be my pleasure, at least. You see, my darling, as the self-appointed defender of husbands and men in general around here, I am always looking for opportunities to even the score.”
I take your wrist cuffs and attach them to the cable hanging from the winch on the ceiling.
“And you have left yourself bound, vulnerable, and at my mercy.”
“Fuck you, Sifu,” you say. “Your stories barely have any BDSM in them. Do your worst!”
I activate the winch and the cable retracts, pulling your arms up. I pull you up until your feet are only just touching the ground. You need to stand on your tiptoes to reduce the strain on your arms and wrists.
“Since I dislike writing dialog and wouldn’t dare put words in your mouth, I will put this ring gag in your mouth instead,” I tell you. I secure the gag, and walk around you, inspecting your helpless body. I run the end of the crop over your tight leather clothing as I slowly move around you.
“Aaahhhh aahhhaahh,” you protest.
“Yes, now this is the kind of dialog I can write,” I laugh, watching you drool through the ring.
I may not like dialog, but I can monolog with the best of them, so I continue, “The men in the stories we read in the erotica publications here on Medium are usually quite mistreated. Cheated on, cuckolded, lied to, tortured, and tormented. I do what I can to try to balance the scales. A story about a Hotwife giving her husband a sex orgy here; a story about a man dumping his unfaithful girlfriend rather than enjoying her cheating there. It’s unappreciated, but it needs to be done.”
I toss away the crop and take out my vorpal blade. The black metal of the knife absorbs the light around it. I stand in front of you, slowly running the back of the razor-sharp blade down your chest over the smooth skin between your breasts. I turn the blade and use it to cut through the straps of your corset.
“And you, Ms. Dark, you are in a class of your own. Jordan Riley and Kate Granger may cuckold and humiliate the husbands in their stories, but at least those poor bastards get sex sometimes. Even if it is ridiculous how happy they are about their wives' infidelity. The men in your stories, however, fare much worse. They rarely make it to the end of the tale with their testicles still attached to their bodies. Literal emasculation!”
Your corset drops away, leaving you in your silky bra. Another cut and it, too, falls to the floor. Your magnificent breasts are exposed to my scrutiny. I hold the vorpal blade against your nipple. The cold, smooth metal causes her to stiffen and swell.
“So how could I possibly punish a Mistress of punishment? What could I do that would be an adequate revenge for all the suffering you have delivered?”
I undo the snap on your tight leather pants and lower the zip. I pull them down to your ankles. You choose to step out of them rather than force me to cut them off. Your naked body is completely exposed to me in all her glory.
“I could, of course, thrash you. The crop could leave some beautiful marks on this smooth skin. Clamps and needles, floggers and paddles, all would be exquisitely painful. But although you have the heart and mind of a succubus, you have the body of an angel. To inflict scars and marks would be sacrilege. And not effective, either. What torment have you not seen before? What torture could horrify you? None. That’s why I have something far more insidious in mind for you, young lady.”
I tie a large Magic Wand vibrator to your inner thigh, so it is barely touching your clitoris. I set it to a very low power, only enough to tease you, not nearly what you would need to bring you over the edge. I reverse the winch to lower you back down again to your knees. Binding your hands tightly behind your back and putting straps around your thighs and lower legs, I ensure that you will not be able to move or free yourself from the weak vibrations tormenting your clit. Finally, I take off my shoe, which I conveniently have been wearing without socks for several days now. I put the opening of the shoe over your mouth and nose, overwhelming you with the stink of sweat and pheromones. I tie the shoe securely so that every breath you take is loaded with my chemical essence.
“See you in a few hours, gorgeous,” I say, as I fade into the darkness.
Alone in the silent darkness, the torturing vibrations leave you just on the edge of climax, but no matter how you squirm, you cannot cross the threshold. The stench of my body is seeping into your very soul with every breath you take. Time seems to stand still as you enter an altered state of consciousness.
Suddenly I am in front of you. The anger you felt for me earlier has been transformed into desire. I pull the shoe off of your face and release the gag.
“Sifu,” you begin, but before you can say any more, I push my rigid cock into your throat. You sputter and gag, but quickly recover and desperately slurp on my cock. You can’t believe how much the shoe treatment has affected your mind. To service my cock is the only thing you want.
Your cock sucking skills are incredible and it doesn’t take long before I explode down your throat, injecting you with even more of my essence. The chemical hold I have on you becomes even stronger.
But you are still in agony from the wand tormenting your clit. You don’t know how long have been hanging on the edge, but it feels like forever.
“Please, Sifu, you have to finish me! I’m begging you” you plead. I put my other shoe, with its fresh dose of concentrated odor, over your face. This time, you crave the essence. You inhale deeply and every breathe you take increases the hold I have over you and frees me of the need to write dialog for you or explain how I’ve only been wearing one shoe.
I push you forward so your face is on the ground and your ass is high in the air. The wand still vibrates against your clit, and I press the head of my cock into your voracious pussy. She opens wide, almost pulling me in. I no longer tease you and instead fuck you savagely. The shoe tied over your mouth and nose prevents you from scraping your face on the floor and continues to dose you with the concentrated mind control that now rules you. You are balanced on your knees because of the thigh straps, but all of the discomforts are overwhelmed by the lust, desire, and relief that you feel from finally feeling me inside you, satisfying your needs. In moments, you reach an earth-shattering orgasm more powerful than any you can remember having. You scream in delight and pleasure, your body convulsing uncontrollably. I join you with my climax, pumping you full of semen and adding even more of my hormone cocktail to the oxytocin that your own body releases upon your explosion. Your mind, your body, your soul, all belong to me now.
I untie and release your arms. I remove the wand from your thigh and unstrap your legs, allowing you to lie out on the floor, panting for air, each deep breath flooding your lungs with my essence as you inhale the shoe. Finally, I take it off your face and lift your head to mine. I gently kiss you.
“Sifu, I love you,” you say without thinking. You can’t believe your ears, but your heart knows it’s true.
“I know you do, Zatanna. And now for your punishment. I’m leaving and will never return. You will have to suffer, unfulfilled in your palace of sex and slaves, with that secret ache in your heart that you know is the love you can never have again.”
I stand and leave you sobbing on the floor, begging for me to come back. Your heart is breaking, and your hypnotized mind cannot understand how you will live without me.
You hear my footsteps disappearing into the darkness.
Read this and tell me she doesn’t deserve severe punishment:
Read this and tell me you don’t want to bake with her:
Read this and tell me it isn’t more realistic than most of these stories:
