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"Pumice"  [A "Strange Woman" Image; only the words
           of the dominant are heard]

Come in, boy.

Shut up.

You've done nothing wrong, love.  But I am not
in the mood for friendly socializing between
equals.  I'm in the mood to be a cruel, selfish,
domineering, objectifying, bitch - and you, boy,
are my object.  Whether you like this or not is
of no interest to me, since we both know you are
going to do what I want you to do and therefore
I don't need to be concerned about what you want 
or if you like what I do to you.

Terribly unfair that the fact you're so devoted
to me robs you of any consideration you might
otherwise get.  But then, I enjoy injustice,
at least I enjoy being unjust to you.

And you don't mind that you have absolutely
no leverage or bargaining power with me, 
do you, boy ?

How fortunate for you....


Now to get on with business, the very important
and serious business of my pleasure....


Strip, slut

On your knees.

Walk on your knees to the carpet.

Now on your belly and squirm to me.

You didn't think I wanted you on the carpet to
make it easier on your knees, did I ?  Silly
boy.  Squirm after me.  Drag yourself across
that carpeting.  Keep squirming.

You keep moving your hands like you want
to lift up.  I'll fix that.... there hands
tied behind you, you won't use those bad
boys.

And might as well tie your feet too, slut.

Do you like this, slut ?

No ?

Do you like being kicked, huh ?
Or my heel digging into you ?

No ?

Good.  Cause it doesn't matter, I like
kicking you, and that's what does matter.
So I'm going to kick you some more and
step on you some more.

Hmm, now, maybe I should let you do something
you enjoy. 

Here.  You may kiss my foot, slut.  Show
me how much you revere me.  Or how much
you don't want me kicking you, I'm not
picky.  I just expect to see just the
right mixture of mad passion and tender
reverence.  Not bad, slut, a nice mixture
of fast and soft, like you can't get enough
of my foot yet you're afraid to touch it.

Keep at, boy.  Well ?  So if I move what
are you going to do ?  That's better,
squirm after me, slut.





Well, what's keeping you ?  You're so
out of shape, slut, squirming through a
few rooms and you're all sweaty and panting.

I mean, how do you expect to climb stairs
in this condition ?

Well, of course you are, my little worm.
There's a whole house to squirm through,
one floor's not enough.  Kiss my foot.
Now, follow me up the stairs.  I *know*
you've seen bound women do this boy 
- and didn't you think that was hot ? -
so I know you know how to do it.  Come on,
slut, climb.  Don't be a slug, slut, 
squirm up the stairs.  I'll sit here and
wait for you.  Here's my foot, slut,
you do still want to kiss it, don't you ?
You don't want me thinking that maybe you don't
want me anymore, do you ?  Climb.  Good slut.
Kiss the foot.  I'll be sitting a couple
steps further up.  Climb, boy.  

Hmmm,  while you're down there, slut,
lick the bottom of my shoes.  And I think
I did sink a bit in the mud today, you should
suck on my heels and clean them off.  Certainly
you don't think cleaning my shoes is beneath
you ?  Good, suck them nicely boy.  After all,
you are going to be beneath my shoes, so you
should want them clean.

Now, climb, boy.  Enough fun and games for
you, climb the stairs.

That's a good little slutty slug, or is that
a sluggish slut ?  Whichever, come this way.
I know you like coming this way, towards my
bedroom.  And see, there's a nice plastic
runner on the carpet so that terrible rug
burn you're getting won't be so bad.

Oh, dear.  It does seem that the runner 
was put down wrong.  It shouldn't have
all those nasty sharp plastic studs facing
upwards, should it, stud ?

Well, no matter.  You're coming towards
my bedroom, and you *do* want that, don't
you ?  So just squirm down the hallway
over those studs. boy.  I'll wait for
you here while I slip into some lingerie.
It feels so good, don't you want to feel
it ?

Squirm on over, boy.

C'mon, boy.  That's good.  Squirm to mama.
Ah, poor baby, does that hurt ?  But I like
it when it hurts you.  Don't you want to
please me ?  C'mon baby, c'mon, don't stop.
Don't you want me ?  Don't you want me all
pleased with you and proud of you and kissing
and stroking and cuddling you ?  And so hot
I just *have* to fuck you.  It gets me so hot
seeing you all tied up and I get so hot seeing
you squirm like this and it gets me so hot when 
you suffer because you're so hot for me, so 
when you get over here, well, slut, I just
don't know *what* I might do.

But if you don't want me, and don't want to squirm
over here to me, well, that's your choice {pout}


Oh, that's a good boy, good, good, boy.  C'mon
boy, squirm.  Oh, those nasty spikes hurt so much,
don't they, especially when your skin's so sore
from the carpet.  I just loving seeing you suffer
so, please keep coming.  Good boy, I'm so proud
of you, you're making me so hot, squirm to me
boy, squirm for me, slut, suffer for me, love,
I love it so much when you suffer for me.  I'll
show you some loving when you get to my bedroom,
boy.  C'mon boy, squirm for me...oh, you're so
very tired and in so much pain, you're so sweet.

But I want more from you.  C'mon boy, don't 
disappoint me, squirm, drag your poor sore flesh
over those spikes, they're just plastic, they 
won't hurt you too badly, c'mon, you've come
a long way but you aren't done it'd be such a
shame to stop now, so close....well, I guess
it doesn't look so close from your angle, does
it dear ? I see you looking it over and I'll
bet it must look like *suuuch* a distance to
have to drag yourself across.  But you've already
dragged yourself a much longer way, and it'd
be such a shame to stop now.  I'll be sooo very
pleased with my boy if you finish, you'll be
so special to me if you do, you'll be all mine and
I'll be all yours and I'll just lavish you with
so much attention, if you finish.

But I'll be so sad and disappointed if you stop.
But if you don't want to do this for me, if you
don't want to be my special lovely boy, well,
OK, I'll untie you and you can go home.

Is that what you want ?

Oh, yes, yeessss my love.  Come to me lover....

Stop for a moment, love.  It looks like your
ropes are loosening.  Let me retie those
knots nice and tight.  I'll just slip these
high heels on so I don't get these stockings
snagged on those spikes, I'm sure you wouldn't
want my stockings hurt, would you ?

Now, there, you're all tied up nice and snug.
And I just happens to have so extra rope here,
let me tie those balls of yours - you don't mind
if I stroke and fondle them a little, do you ? -
and now I'll just tie the end of the rope to
this net - I know how much you like nets, you
just love girls in nets, don't you ? - and toss
it over the runner behind you.  I know how much
you like nets, so I wanted to make your last few 
feet very special for you.  Cmon boy, come to
me, that's good, that's a good boy, oh, yes,
that net does catch on those spikes in interesting
ways, doesn't it ?  But they're such little spikes,
you just have to pull on the net some and it will
come forwards.  Just keep squirming boy, don't let
those spikes pulling at your skin or that net pulling
on your balls stop you.  You want to come to me,
don't you ?  Now, now, boy, don't get all whiny
about how much it hurts, you can do this.  I know
you can do this.  I'm worth it, aren't I ?  

I know you can do this, so I guess if you don't want
to, you must not think I'm worth it {pout}.

Oh, that's much better boy, that's a brave boy,
you're so tired and you hurt so much and I love
it so much.  C'mon boy, you do it.  Here's my foot
to kiss, just crawl to my foot, you want to kiss
my foot, don't you ?  Not kissing my foot is your
way of saying "no" to me.  Are you telling me "no" ?
That's better.  No, you can just stretch your neck
for it, love. Squirm for it. squirm a few more inches,
that's good, oh, dear, your prize has moved. But it's
right here, just a few more inches, c'mon, boy, that's
good, you're making me so proud of you, I don't mind
if you cry boy, as long as you keep squirming towards
me.  There, boy, kiss my foot - you can clean the shoe
later; you're *so* sweaty - now here it is again boy
just a few more inches, when you kiss my foot again
you'll be almost to my bedroom, love.

C'mon baby, squirm some more for your Lady.  You do
love me, don't you ?  Show me, boy....

Good boy....squirm little further boy, you're almost off those
nasty spikes... good boy, wiggle some more... you know, your
ass looks cute shaking like that, I'm going to give it a few
shots with a strap... keep going, cmon wiggle right and into
my room hmmmm a few beltstrokes across your shoulders ...
this is neither punishment nor motivation, you don't deserve
punishment - you've done very well, love - and you seem
motivated enough, I'm just having fun beating you.

Just squirm into my room more, boy....hmmm, after all that
way over those spikes, how does dragging yourself over carpet
again feel.  Good, I'm soooo glad it hurts, I want you to
hurt, love.  And if it does hurt like hell, well, isn't that
rather reassuring even to an agnostic like you, slut ?

Keep going, baby.  Soon that net will be off the runner 
and stop pulling your balls all the time.

OK, boy, stop.  I think my foot on your neck makes that
point, doesn't it ?  And besides, it feels good.

Feels *very* good to me.  And don't you even try to pretend
you don't like it too.


Know, here, let me spread this nice big towel on the floor,
and you roll over onto it, cmon, roll over boy, roll over.
That's a good boy. 

You've been *such* a good boy, you've got your Mistress
so hot, slut, well, after that I'd say you have an obligation
so help fix this situation.  So you lay there for a minute
or so while I get off this lingerie and these stockings, and
lay this nice soft blanket next to you for me to lay on later
and watch you.

Like the view, slave ?  Good.

How about this one.  I'll bet you like this one.  
I know I do.  Now you lick me real good, boy, you're
so thirsty, you drink my juices.  That's good, you service
me slut.  Make me come, slut, work that tongue.  Oh, yesssss.....




Hmmm....

That was nice, boy.  And it's nice laying here all warm and
happy looking at you bound and helpless and hurting and
sweaty and with my juices all over your face, and seeing
that even tired and hurting you want me.  Nice sticking a
foot down there and playing with you.  It's nice feeling
warm towards you rather than hot.

But hot feels pretty good too, boy.  And warm and happy
fades away and leaves me wanting to hurt you more.  No,
my dear, I'm not nearly done with you, there's a lot
a pain still to come for you.

But all in due time.  I've plenty of time, and you,
well, you're not going anywhere.

Right now I'll going to get some cool water and towels 
and clean you up a little.  I don't want you sweating 
all over my bed.  Well, at least I don't want you all 
sweaty getting into it.  So I'll kneel here alongside
you and wash you and rub you down and brush your hair and
you'll tied up nice and tight so you can't do a thing but
let me take care of you.

Oh, and about this hairbrush.  It feels so interesting
rubbing over rug-burned skin, doesn't it ?



But right now isn't about hurting you, love.  There's
a lot more of that to come.  But right now is about
giving you a little relief -ah, well, a little comfort, 
no relief.

It's also about cleaning you up some now that you're
in my room.  As messy as you are one might think
squirming around while bound hand and foot was hard
work.  I want you looking nice and clean when I put
you in my bed.  So you just lay there while I wipe
you all over with saniwipes and cool wet cloths and
dry you - it being rubbed hard over your sore skin
hurts you a bit, well, that's a bonus for me - and
some nice smelling moisturizing lotions.

Well, if one part of you stands up, that's OK.

There, you're much nicer now.  I trust you won't
mind if I cuddle up with you for awhile and stroke
and kiss you.  And maybe play with your bits a bit.
Ummmmm.... maybe you're not quite as worn out as
you seemed, lover ?  Maybe you'd be ready for 
some vigorous activity, ehhhh ?   You seem very
ready, willing, and able.   Wanna fuck, boy ?
You want me, lover, you want to put that in me,
you ready for some pleasure after all that pain,
for some fun after all that work ?   Here I am,
boy, lick my fingers and see how hot and wet
I am, here, I'll spread wide and take you in
my hands and take you in my pussy...hhhhhhh aaaahh
oh, yes, boy, ohhh, that feels good, feel good
to you boy, oh, yes, you want in there, don't
you.

So sorry, boy... you just stay right there
while I lay back here where you can get a good
view, and take my vibrator and take care of
myself.

Ohhhhh......





Enjoy the show, boy ?  You seem to be giving
it a standing ovation, at least as best you can.
I certainly enjoyed it, and my nice happy nap
afterwards.  Did my feet get between your legs ?
I hope my toes curling like that didn't distress
you, and that my feet rubbing against each other
and rolling your between them wasn't too uncomfortable
for you.

Now, before we play some more, what shall I wear ?
You like these stockings, hmmm ?  And how about
this ?  I think, on me, maybe it should be called
a "Merry Widowmaker".  Well, I wouldn't be making 
a widow if I killed you, but I think you get the idea.

Up on your knees, boy.   Walk on your knees to my
bed.  I know you can only talk little steps.  Take
them *quickly*   Move it, slut.  You know you want
into my bed so hurry up.

Good boy, here, boy, up on the bed, c'mon boy, up
on the bed, you can do it boy.  Want me to help
you, boy ?  I think you can guess where I'll
pull if I pull you up into the bed.  Good boy,
so how easy that was ?

Before I tie you down, love, I want to be sure
you're hurting on all sides.  So I'm going to
give your hack and buttocks a nice stingy flogging.
Of course, you were beaten some there already,
but the front of you is a lot more so, and I don't
want you to be unbalanced.  Off balance, but not
unbalanced.

Of course, if I want to be unbalanced ... well,
we don't need to discuss that, do we ?

Now, you hold still boy.  That's good.  You just
lay there while I do your back and buttocks.
These tails are such a good mix of hard and
narrow yet flexible, so they swing so quickly.
It's OK if you squirm, boy, I like seeing you 
squirm.  You do squirm nicely.  Don't worry, 
you won't get away from me.  Now, love, do
you want to do that ?  If you roll over like that
these nasty multitails hit you on the front and
as read as you are there I *know* you don't want
that.  That's wise, boy, back on your belly.
Make as much noise as you want, love.  Gasp, grunt,
groan, moan.  Well, watch your language, slut !
Apology accepted, love.  My hitting you extra
hard now is *not* punishment.  I just want you
to shriek a little.  Maybe even scream.  You don't
have to hold it in, there's no one here but us
and I *like* it when you scream.  And really, love,
I certainly know how much you're suffering, so
I won't think any less of you if you scream now
when you're alone with your Mistress.

It will - grunt - be - grunt - OK if...you
- grunt- scream- boy -grunt- grunt - grunt 
Really - grunt - you're making me - grunt -
be so -grunt- unladylike -grunt- so you
want me  -grunt- to work up a glow, eh,
slut -grunt- OK -grunt- have it -grunt-
your way -grunt- -grunt- -grunt - grunt -

Well ... now we're getting what we want...
you've... got me ...panting... and I've
...got you screaming... Scream boy -grunt-
-grunt- -grunt- that's good -grunt -grunt-


Your screams get me so hot, slut, I need
you now.  But not your cock.  I'll show
you how, boy.  First this duct tape over 
your mouth.  And now this clingwrap all
around your head, save for your nostrils.
And now I sit on your face again, get your
head between my legs and hold you to me tightly.
But how can you serve me, you must be wondering.

Scream, boy.

You're going to be my screaming vibrator.

So scream, slut.  Too hard to use the whip like
this, I'll just have to learn forwards and use
my nails and teeth on your poor ravaged skin,
I'll claw and bite you till you scream into my
hot wet ready pussy.  Scream, slut.  Louder,
slut.  You want me to grab your balls in one hand
and squeeze and twist them while I rake your chest,
gladly slut... I'll claw and gnaw on you till your
howls make me come, slut, so scream.  All you are
now is a very long vibrator, so make me tremble,
slut.  And ghod help you if your battery fails,
slut.  I'll plug you into the house current all
night if you stop screaming, slut.   Scream,
boy... oh, oh, that's good.... Screeeeeaam boy,
sccreeammm... yes, yes, scream slut, scream,
scream.... I'll hurt you more bitch I'll make
you scream...you need more pain, slut, I'll
give you pain, there, scream...yes, yes, SCREAMMMM
boy, SCREAM...I'll make you scream...scream like
you've never screamed   yes...yes..YESSSS...SCREAMMMMM
boy, SCREAMMMM  ahhhh ooohh arrrgh {bite-gnaw-twist}
OHHHHHHHHHHH.......



Hmmmmmmmm..... nice.....




You there, love ?  Couldn't blame you if you were
out cold.  Let's get this cellophane off you.
Yes, you're there.

That was great, lover.  And your poor thing, what
I've done to you, scratches and bite marks all
over you.  If your weren't already so red the marks
would be so much more obvious.

After suffering so much for me, and making me
come three times, you've certainly done enough
for me and you've every right to expect that
maybe I'll be nice to you now.  That'd be only fair.

Well, you would be right to think so, except that
you don't have any rights, and most certainly not
to expect anything from me.  You're entitled to
nothing.  You're my plaything, not my partner.
You're not my sub, you're my slave.  We don't
have reciprocal obligations in a two-way relationship.
You give me what it pleases me to take from you and
I give you what it pleases me to inflict on you.
Generally you give pleasure and I give pain; anything
else happens only because it's my pleasure, not because
it's right or fair or because you've earned it.  I do
what I want with you and if that's unfair or unjust
or just plain wrong, well, I *like* being unfair and
unjust to you and being evil with you.  Or at least
I would like it, if it were possible.  But you are
*mine* and anything I do to you is just and right
and proper, anything at all.

If I put this bag over your head, like so, and watch 
you choke - see with your mouth duct taped like that
you can't suck in the plastic - that's right and
proper.  Anything I do to you is right, boy - there,
boy, now you can breathe; well, you could if I didn't
hold your nose like this - no matter how evil I am
to you I'm right and honorable and virtuous, because
you are mine and you are for me to use any way I choose.

Good thing for you I want you alive, slut.

You might have hoped that after all the pain you've
suffered and all the pleasure I've taken from you
today that you might be done suffering, slut.  Well,
you're not.  I've more tortures for you.  You're
going to suffer much more for me, paintoy, before
I let you have any pleasure - *if* it should please
me to let you have any, and only if it pleases me
will you get any at all.  Certainly not because you've
earned any.

Though if you weren't my plaything you would certainly
have earned so much, I'd be so very, very pleased with
you and so grateful to you and I'd reward you so lavishly....
....IF you weren't my plaything.

But you are, slut.  And so I'm going to torture you some
more, and them some more after that.   After which I
may decide it pleases me to let you have some release,
or I may decide it pleases me more to deny you.

As it will definitely please me to hurt you more now, boy.
I want you tied to the bed now, now that your back and
ass are so sore from flogging, so I'm going to untie you.
Roll this way some so I can get at your hands.  There.
Feel better ?  It won't for long, slut.  And now your feet.

Don't look so surprised, love.  You expected a careful
binding of your limbs so I could partly free and then
retie one arm while the rest of you was helpless and 
get you retied while keeping you at my mercy ?  That's
sort of fun, but it's a lot of work and time consuming
and I have other things I want to do to you.  Besides,
you're always at my mercy.

I suppose I small deviation from my plans is OK. Take
those ropes and tie my hands and feet.  Do it, boy.
Tighter.  Make certain I can't get loose.  Now, take
that hairbrush.  One side is so nasty on ticklish
feet, the other delivers such a cruel spanking.  Do
with it whatever you please.

It *does* also work very well at the purpose it was
designed for.  You sure all you want to do is brush
my hair ?  No using the brush on my feet or my ass
till I beg forgiveness for hurting you so ?  No 
squeezing and kissing me all over and then shoving 
your cock in my mouth and saying "Pleasure This !".
Not even licking my clit till I'm on the brink then 
stopping and making the bitch beg for it ?  You don't
read enough BDSM porn, lover.  Don't you know what
you're supposed to do to the vicious bitch when 
you get the tables turned on her ?  Hint: it isn't
combing her hair.  However well you comb it, and
your comb very well, worm.  You heard me.  Worm.
Maggot. Wimp. Wussy.  You miserable, pathetic excuse
for a man, you waste of wetware whose breathing of
free oxygen is a horrible abuse of natural resources.
Yes, you, you putz, or you'd be a putz if you had
one worth the name.  If you were a man you'd shut
my mouth, shut it or stuff it.  But then you'd need
several feet of thick cord to stuff my mouth, not just
the couple inches of thing you've got. 

So what are you going to do, maggot ?  Just keep
brushing my hair, or slap my face and put me over 
your knee and give me what I deserve ?

Of course you're going to keep brushing my hair.
Some scary sadist you are.  So many female masochists
scared shitless at the idea they might get caught alone
with you.  I didn't know so many women were hair-brushing
phobic.

Of course, some of them might have reason to fear you.
Well, to fear telling you that you could do anything
you wanted with them.  But you'll never hurt me, slut.
So what difference does it make if I untie you ?  I could
sit here bound all night and make you torture yourself.
Maybe someday I'll do that.

Nah.  I like torturing you myself much more.  And that's
what I'm going to do to you, slut.

After you comb my hair for awhile longer....



That was nice, boy.  Now untie me.  Hurry up.

What, you don't like getting your face slapped ?
Like this ?  And this. And this.

You thought that display of fidelity was going to
earn you something.  Aside from another slap, like
this ?

Emotionally you still don't quite get that you can't
earn anything, you're not and never can be entitled
to anything.  I know you understand it intellectually,
even like it it a way.  But you like it because you
keep hoping I'm going to give you everything you want
while repeating that I do only what I want to do.
Well, boy, I *do* do only what I want to do, and sometimes
that includes things I know that you hate, the way you
can't bear it when I slap your face.  Which is why you're
going to sit there unbound while I slap your face until
I've had enough of this delight.

Poor baby.  Baby gonna cry ?  It's not like I'm hurting
you so much.  After all, I'd hurt my hand slapping you
really hard.  Like that.  Oww.  No, I'm just going to
slap you like this and watch you try not to blubber
because I'm being mean to you.  I'll be as mean to
you as I want and how sweet and devoted you are to me
has nothing to do with it.  When it gets through your
head that you owe me everything and I owe you nothing,
you'll find life as a paintoy and slut much easier.

Won't that be a pity ?

There.  Ready for torture, now, slut ?  Had enough
of this face slapping ?  Good.

That *can't* have surprised you.  Nor should this.

Now lay down on the bed, slut.  On your back, in a
"Y" position.  Now I'm going to tie you good and
tight and taut.

Oh, BTW....that's right, I'll slap your face anytime
I feel like it.

But right now I have other plans.  You know I want
to see your feet burn.  If you didn't have such a thing 
for burning feet I might never have thought of it.  But
you do, don't you ?  You just love the idea of a woman's
feet squirming madly as she tries vainly to escape the
heat.  And I've come to love the idea of seeing you in
that predicament.

But I do have to keep in mind realities.  Like keeping
my paintoy and slut fully functional.  So while the idea
of holding a flame under your feet - or under your balls -
is really, well, hot, it's not something I'm prepared to
do.  Not now, anyway.

So, what *can*, I do ?  How to get your feet squirmimg
madly from heat they can't escape.  Well, there's many
sources of heat.  But you probably think your feet are 
too tough for some of them.

But I've a solution to that.  See these ?  Pumice.
And I'm going to lay here by you and carefully work
on your feet with these pumice stones until I've got
them nice and tender with plenty of soft live skin
to access.  It will tickle some and hurt some, but
not a lot.  Nice to see your feet squirming already.
It won't help you, now, or later.  But do please squirm,
it's so cute.


Well, that didn't take so long, did it ?  And it wasn't
like you were going anyplace.

Now, here I have some juices squeezed from various
peppers.  Open wide.  Just a drop, boy, and that's
the hot pepper juice, not the extra hot or the volcanic.
You'd think I'd dripped acid in your mouth the way you're
acting.

Now, let me put this towel under your feet, and slip on 
some rubber gloves.  You look scared, boy.  Good. You
should be.  But he doesn't seem to mind being scared,
does he ?  Hmmm, feels good, want me to stroke him some
more ?  Maybe later.  After I've got this juice on my
gloves, perhaps.  For know I'm going to rub it into your
feet.  Yes, love, that is hot.  But not extra hot.  Hot
enough for you, though ?  Seems like it from the way you're
twisting around in your ropes.  And as you know, boy, the
burning in your feet is going to get worse as that hot juice
sinks in.  I'll just lay back and watch, and take off these
gloves, and masturbate while you twist and squirm and whimper.


That was nice, boy.  Well, nice for me.  I want to go again.
But you're sort of boring now, boy.  You need to react more
if I'm going to come again.

That's why I have the extra-hot.  And more gloves.

Ah, yes, I suppose Jesus knows that this is hot.  But I don't
know if Jesus would appreciate some of that language, love.
Shocking what a mouth you have on you, boy.  Why, a mouth
like that should be.... well, soap would hardly do.....

Really, and I deleted it before pouring it in your mouth.
Who'd guess that a little juice could make you sweat so,
or leave you speechless.  I think making loud gagging sounds
is being speechless, what's happening know certainly isn't 
speech.

Now, just a bit more rubbed into those feet of yours....

Whoa, most certainly not speech.  Shrieks like that would
surely get you arrested.  Gone on and pull on the ropes,
I like hearing the bed creaking like that.  It's won't
break, pull as hard as you want and twist as much as you can.
You're not going anywhere, love.

You're not going, but I think I'll be coming.  In a little
while.  You just lay there and sweat and suffer, slut,
while I pleasure myself.



Ohhhhhhhhh....hhhhmm..you just stay there boy, I'll
be back after a little nap.  By the way, I'm having 
a wonderful time.


Hmmm... still twitching a little, eh ?  But too worn
out to struggle much, even if your feet are still
burning.  After all you've been through, there isn't
much struggle left in you, is there love ?


Well, I can fix that.  A bit of "volcanic" juice
will make itself felt even through that other juice.


Why, yes, boy.  I *am* a god damned bitch.  You just
noticed ?  What ?  You'll do what to me ?  Really.
That would hurt, I think.  Pity you didn't want to
do that when I was tied and you were free.  A bit
late now, love, there's nothing you can do now.
Except scream and struggle and twist those feet
so prettily for me.  Your ankles are getting a bit
raw...I wonder what some of the juice in....Oh, my
Good thing we're in such a secluded spot, that scream
was certainly heard outside the house.

Hmmm, are you there, love ?  Boy, you there ?
Well, if you're still in there someplace behind
that mindless howling creature, I'm enjoy this
a lot.  And I'm about to enjoy it more.



You, poor, poor, man.  You've suffered so much
so i can enjoy myself so much.  Feet still burning ?
I'm afraid all the soothing lotions I can rub in won't
stop that fire anytime soon.  That, and some lotion
- quite a lot of it, actually - almost make you forget
the burning in your chest and belly and thighs from
that rug burn.  Don't worry, I won't touch your feet 
or chest without new gloves, not after I've rubbed this 
liniment into your aching muscles.  Feeling better ?
Almost bearable ?  Here, this may help your throat some,
your voice is so week and raspy after all that very
impressive screaming.

Is there anything else I can do to make you feel 
better ?  You don't think you're going to feel good
for a long time.  Maybe sooner than you think, love.
You don't think you can ?  Well, we'll see about
that.  He is all limp and weak, but let Mistress
kiss him and make him all better.  Well, kiss him
...and lick him... and suck on him... suck on him
sooo sweetly hmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Better, love ? mmmmMmmmmMMMMmmmmMMMMMMmmmmMMMMMMMM
Seem to be getting better mmmmmmmMMMMMmmmmmmm
It's OK, lover - well, we'll see - I have plenty
of time  MMMMMmmmmMMMMMMMmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMM
and my mouth doesn't tire MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMM
Are you just tired or are you too preoccupied to
jump on that one ? mmmmmmmMMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMM
mmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmMMMMMMMmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
Getting there MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMM
And you doubted me MMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm
MMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMM ye of little faith,
MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmMMMMMMMM but no longer little cock
MMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm 

Now, to make this cock crow.  But you wouldn't want
to deny me before the cock crows, would you MMMMMMMMM
mmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM  You'd
better hope not, love, the way I'm on you the lightening
blot will get us both  MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmm
I want that in me, I want you to make me crow.....

But I don't want you enjoying it too much.  You'll
get your release, love - whether you want it or not,
but it's going to come hard.  Almost as hard as
this, which you want to put in me so badly, don't
you, lover ?   Well, you will.

After I use this pumice on you for awhile.....
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"Pumice" Addendum


It is perhaps best to let a story stand by itself
and allow people to make of it what they will, and 
avoid offering any explanation.  But I'm not going 
to do that.  Instead I'll share some thoughts
offered to the person for whom the story was written.
-----


Some interesting thoughts came up during the writing
of "Pumice" (besides those that got included).  At
one point I'd considered her having some femdom friends
of theirs (the plural being significant, that is,
not just friends of hers) to watch the play.  Aside
from the interesting realization that, much as I
fantasize about my femdom friends wanting to see me
put through my paces, in fact I'd be quite severely
frightened at the prospect of being put on a leash,
led in front of my femdom friends, then stripped and 
tortured while they observed.  Quite aside from the 
fear of the torture, the fear of not being pleasing 
and/or of not reflecting well on my domme would be quite
intense.  Oddly, and quite irrationally, I suspect
that one thing that would happen in such a situation
is that I'd tend to get more inhibited about showing
pain, though showing pain would be exactly what both
my domme and her audience would want of me.


But that's a subject to be covered in another story.
Because I also realized that this scenario (Pumice)
would not be one carried out in front to anyone,
certainly not in front of mutual friends, and
absolutely not in front of my friends.  Because
there's too much chance that friends of the sub
in such a scenario would want to whack the domme
for this behavior (I got to wondering whether
perhaps the dom was a bit too "over the top"
for it to be enjoyable reading for you).  This
really is an especially private and intimate
scenario only to be done in private, because
it's the domme acting badly.  She's being a
really quite horrid bitch, and she knows it,
and she's doing so deliberately, being immensely
selfish, indulging herself in being really evil
because her submissive will indulge her.

I don't have a fully formed backstory to this
story, but my feeling is that this doesn't
reflect what she's really like or the true
nature of their relationship.  This is a special
scene, maybe not any formal roleplaying, but one
with a large element of playacting in it, with
her acting way more evil than she is.  For whatever
reason she needs today to be a cold selfish bitch
who just uses people for her pleasure and never
worries for a nanosecond about their wants and needs.
Maybe, in the reverse of the stereotype of the CEO
as submissive (a stereotype mainly true, to the extent
that it is true, only of the clientele of pro-dommes 
and that because who else can afford regular sessions 
with pro-dommes ?), she's had a her fill of being a 
good mother and daughter and employee and community 
volunteer and after taking care of so many other people 
for so long and putting everyone's needs ahead of hers,
she really needs to be a selfish and ruthless person
for awhile.


Of course, the special case for BDSM acting is
that, while she may be acting like someone else,
someone way more cold and selfish and evil than 
she could ever be, what she's doing is utterly 
real.  There no acting in his screams, she's
really putting him through hell.  Where there's
pretense is in her claims that his needs and 
desires carry no weight whatsoever and never will.
They both know that this is just fantasy.  But it's
a fantasy they're both willing to play at, and 
he's kept well taken care of enough of the time that
he's willing to indulge her in this, even if it 
is quite an ordeal for him to go through.  The fact
he will do so means she must take *really* good care 
of him before and after days like this.