Protecting Heather

This is a work of fantasy and fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under legal age in real life.

Heather knelt on the rug, waiting patiently. By her master’s orders she had done all her wash and ran through the towels from the pool.  

My… Master.  A smile stole across her face.

The apartment was vacuumed and dusted. The bed made. Clothes folded or hung up.

All the things I never did before.  Or had to do.  Our place was always a wreck.  I never realized how scattered it made my life.  

She waited patiently, naked and feeling the air movement from the circulating vents as it brushed over the small hairs of her body. She was filled with such a feeling of order, of belonging.  Of being a part of something.  Of being important.  She was encased in the loving order that he imposed, easing her mind, knowing there was a bigger plan, and she drew comfort by knowing her part in it.

I can see it in his eyes. The things I see there.

(You are the fire in his eyes.  Those smoldering eyes.)

He loves me. He knows just what to do.

(And you love him!  The thought of him knowing what to do for us fills us with peace.)

Hmmm… and excitement!  She could feel her nipples resolving to tension at just the thought of what his ‘special’ treatment might bring.

(You’re a good wife for him. You bring him joy.)

I wrap my contentedness around his resolve.

After the ceremony, Oliver disabled the lock on her apartment so that she could freely enter the playroom and use the back yard at will.  It thrilled her to be able to go outside when she wanted, once her chores and schoolwork were done, he’d said.

After he’d left to take care of a few things, it wasn’t long before she found herself wandering that mysterious room.  The sounds of the washing machine behind her grew more distant as she explored into the room, as if in a dream.

There was the large cabinet, the one that had held such menace in her mind the first time she’d seen it.  The double doors swung wide from the center as she opened it, and looking in, she gasped.

“Oh, my!” she exclaimed in wonder and a little trepidation.  Within was a large assortment of what must be whips, hung along the inside of one darkly stained wooden door.  She ran her fingers through the tasseled ends, feeling the soft treated leather tickle her finger ends.

I wonder how they’ll tickle me when he uses them on me?  She suppressed a shudder of equal parts fear and, strangely, excitement.

Along the other door were hung all variety of restraints.  A large triangular sleeve of some kind with long looping straps on one end.  Handcuffs.  Padded iron manacles, in two sizes.

Hmmm…  Wrists and ankles?  She held her wrist up to one, and it was about the right size. She licked her lips.

Various leather straps with buckles.  Metal bars with cuffs on each end, including the one he’d used on her already.  Yes, spreader bars he called them.  Unbidden, the image of her with her legs in the wider bar holding her spread open for him came to her, making her feel the excitement flutter in her belly in reminder.

Pulling out a drawer, she found clamps in several varieties from simple clothespins, to the more intricate ones.  She picked up the clamps, the ones he’d used on her that one time he’d had to punish her.  She remembered back to that morning and her grin broke across her face.

Oh, when I let him up finally, how he’d calmly arisen, put the cuffs away, straightened out the bed, and just when I thought he’d let me off the hook…  Oh, the look he got in his eyes!  He was so sexy, so dangerous.  If it hadn’t been for the smile that was on his face I’d have been really scared though.

She recalled... He’d playfully made a lunge at her, causing her to scream and run as he chased her across the apartment, around the kitchen table.  The two of them running naked as they vaulted the easy chairs, momentarily they faced off across the coffee table as he faked right and left and she felt thrilled and helpless and prey, running from the hunter.

He faked right, then dove at her to the left, nearly grabbing her wrist, but she danced back and sprinted for the bed, laughing in high peeling notes all the way.  Then she looked over her shoulder, a fatal mistake.  He was nearly on her.  

She screamed as he tackled her onto the bed, and she laughed and screamed uncontrollably as he pinned her and tickled her sides, under her arms, his tickling fingers appearing everywhere until she was gasping, unable to breath.  Winded from the run, she was barely able to move as he reached into the bedside table’s little cabinet and pulled out several lengths of rope. He flipped her over and quickly bound her wrists behind her as she went limp, all the fight run out of her.  He bound her ankles, then deftly hog-tied her while she panted from under the cascade of hair that covered her face. She lay there, twisting and tugging but to no avail.  

He hauled her like luggage into the other room, onto the pine table where she’d received her first shearing. She heard the clicking of the winch and wondered what he had in mind. She felt him remove the ropes around her ankles before applying cuffs to her ankles.  She could tell that these were not her normal cuffs, they were much larger and seemed to have straps along the bottom.  He clipped something to the bottom of both of them and then the winch clacked away as she felt her heels being dragged skyward. When half her body was suspended in the air, he supported her torso and swung her into position under the winch… upside-down!

She screeched as he wound the winch, pulling her high into the air by her ankles. As she swung and pirouetted on the end of the cable, she could see him looking through cabinets and drawers, cursing.  Finally he grabbed a few items and came back.

“Well, baby doll, here we are.  In case you were wondering what your punishment might be for your little stunt this morning, it’s this.”

He held up two clamps with hooks on them.  As she looked on with apprehension, he began flicking and fingering her nipples until they grew hard and distended. She grunted as he lowered his head to them and began sucking on each in turn.  Her wrists bound behind her and hung from her ankles, she couldn’t resist or avoid the clamp as he slowly positioned it over her nipple and let the spring tension grip, bite, and sink into her sensitive nipple. She bit back a scream, determined to take her punishment with stoic resolve.

“That’s a good girl.  One more,” he said soothingly.

This time, knowing the pain that would come, she tensed.  He teased her then, putting it nearly on, then repositioning it three times, and she nearly screamed with frustration.

Just put it on, already! And he did, letting it sink into her tender flesh.  In all her life, she’d never experienced much of anything in the way of pain, and all was new to her.

“We’re not quite done yet.  I have a few more things for you,” he said matter of fact.

He produced something that looked like a small rubber phallus, which he applied some lube to.  Walking behind her, she felt his finger spreading lube right at her vaginal entrance.  He digitally entered her a small way, spreading the lube and her suddenly warm and aching lips aside.  He moved his finger to one side and she could feel the cold tip of the artificial intruder begin pressing into her from behind.  She tensed, the cold feeling making her want to expel the thing as he rhythmically pressed it deeper with each thrust. It filled her with cold, plastic emptiness as he slid it home.   She clenched her muscles, grunting, as she slowly tried to expel it.  He applied one finger and reversed her efforts, feeling it bottom out in her again she groaned.

She felt him wrapping rope around her waist then, two, three times, before he cinched off and began passing the rope from the waist, between her legs front to back, around again, then back to front, until with the rope he secured the intruder inside her.  She could still feel it, less distinctly now as it warmed with her body heat.

Well, this isn’t so bad. She thought. Then he turned on the vibrator, quickly running it up to full power.  

“Ohhhh!  Oh my god!”  Every muscle in her tensed.  She’d never felt anything like it before.  Instinctively she tensed every muscle in her abdomen at her disposal in order to press this painfully intense offender from her body.  She felt it move negligibly, rising slightly out of her.  As soon as her efforts flagged, the ropes returned it into position.  Worse, the ropes now transmitted the vibrations more directly to her nub, which was being stimulated from inside as well as outside now.

She grunted and shifted a bit.

“One more thing, baby doll.  Just to keep things interesting.  My advice to you is, try not to move at all.”

Upside down, she saw him take from his pocket several chrome balls with hooks and strings on them.  She became scared that the hooks were for her skin, and she closed her eyes tightly not wanting to see what would come next.

With a loud intake of her breath in response, he hooked the weights on each of her nipple clamps and let them drop on the ends of foot-long strings.  

“Oohhhh.  Oww!!!”  she exclaimed as he fingered them.  She opened her eyes, and the weights were almost exactly eye-level with her. She watched them as he alternately lifted and released them. She could feel every bob and swing of them in her nipples.  He strummed the strings and her moans, the voice of the instrument he was playing.

Walking around behind her, he delivered a swat to her behind which made her jump.  And scream, as her motion caused the weights to begin swinging, each pendulum motion being transmitted to her poor taught nipples.

“Well, baby…  I’ll leave you with your thoughts for a little while.  Before I take my leave, one last piece of advice.”  He reached out with one finger, hooked under the ropes, and started lazily circling her clit.  She felt her mind getting foggy, the need in her ramping up, feeling the vibrations deeply within her and transmitted via her clit to his finger.  

“Don’t cum.”  He said, and gave her a loving look.

She gasped, and moaned, and he withdrew his finger and walked away.

For the next five minutes, she considered his parting words.  Don’t cum?  Why… It seems only fair that I be able to get something out of this…

“Ohhh!     Ummmm….”  She grunted as she tried not to cum, but the feeling that had been steadily building in her would not abate.  Every wiggle, every involuntary movement as her stomach began to clench while the sensations ratcheted higher, were transmitted into swaying motion that pulled and rhythmically tugged at her nipples.  

“Ngh!” she grunted, tugging at her bound hands as she held off the growing orgasm. The tide was coming, and her efforts to hold it back just seemed to intensify it.  She tried controlling her breathing, and that helped for a bit, but the feeling kept coiling up tighter within her.

Oliver did not wander far.  He sat on his laboratory style stool, just out of her vision, watching her carefully as she shook with pre-orgasmic tremors.

She could feel the force of the vibrator throughout her body, she could hear it’s humming insistence traveling through her very bones.  It wouldn’t be long now.

She caught herself clenching her toes, a sure sign, and began panting, trying desperately to hold off.

It’s not good!  No good!   OH…. It’s coming, that feeling… coming.  Coming!   Ohhhh!!

“Ngh, uhhooooh!  Oh,  Unnngnggghhhh!    Oh my…. ggggod!”   The feeling spread all over her, her knees flexing, her whole body knotting up… She could feel the nipple clamps painfully pulling and tugging and swaying frantically, directing her nipples in all kinds of unlikely directions simultaneously as she came.

As the feeling receded, she found herself slowly swinging on the end of the cable, frantically trying to dislodge her hands or feet.  She forced herself to slow down, to regain some semblance of control.  Before she could establish any real control of herself, though, suddenly the vibrations within her and especially around her clit started to get sensitive.  Uncomfortably sensitive.  

With bewildering swiftness, the discomfort became pain.  The increasing pain and the sensitivity went hand in hand.  What was once incredibly pleasurable was now intensely painful as she sought to shift her body to lessen the pain.  She managed to wedge one of the ropes in tighter to her crotch and that made things much worse.

She suffered, gasping and whimpering, and there was no escape.  Time seemed to drag on.  Subtly though, the feeling changed again.  With a glimmer of hope she began to feel the resurgence of some distant glow of her prior orgasm.  She imagined herself gathered around that ember, wishing upon hope for its return.  Slowly it did begin to take shape, expand.  It pushed aside the pain as her body rode slowly to the top of another orgasm.  

Just when she had hope of being brought off again, the feeling peaked, and reverted to punishing pain again.  

Heather endured two more similar cycles without any release, when she sensed before she saw Oliver return.  

“Well? Have you learned your lesson?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said, the undercurrent of her current discomfort present in her voice.  He reached over, taking the wired remote control in hand, and shut the vibrator off.

“And what lesson is that?” he asked, patiently as she swung slightly before him.

“I… I’m not sure, sir.  Not to tie you up?” she asked, confused and more that a little scrambled from her recent experience.

“No, not at all.  I love your spirit, girl.  It was well done.  No, baby girl. The lesson is that your actions have consequences. You did it without knowing properly what you were doing.  What if you’d caused an injury doing it?  For instance, there was too much tension on my right hand.  It’s actually pretty easy to cause someone harm doing this. And the older the player, the more likely.”

“But, sometimes it hurts, doesn’t it?  Like I am now.”

“Those will fade quickly.  The cuffs are meant to do their job and cause no harm.  You’re young, and that gives you a fantastic range of things you can experience, your body so elastic it won’t be harmed.”

“I guess,” she allowed petulantly.

“I’d like you to think,” he said as he took off the weights, and turned to undoing her crotch rope, “about what you’re thankful for. I’ll give you the morning off to recover and think about it.  Ok?” he asked.

“Ok, Daddy.  I will.”

“Good girl,” he said, as he carefully lowered her to the ground.

So she waited for him, kneeling patiently, and feeling the still-new feel of her new white collar firmly at her neck.  She was thinking about what sort of special adventure he would take her on, feeling her body sing with anticipation.

Soon, Daddy, come down here soon.