You did this

[na****]

There must be no doubts,

no questions

about how you ended up like this.

If you want to submit totally

then it must be you

who makes yourself utterly ***.

When it's too much

and you wish you could beg for mercy,

I want you to know

that you did this to yourself.

When it's done,

you will have given away all control.

There is no obedience or punishment

when you are immobilized and utterly ***.

You will be ready for use without respect.

Unable to maintain a shred of dignity.

 

I am waiting for you

when you come into the room.

I place my finger on your lips.

There will be no explanation or discussion.

My instructions were clear and simple.

 

On a table in the corner of the room

are numbered boxes,

laid out in order.

Each one will bring you closer to submission.

 

In the first box, you find a ring gag.

The first thing you must give me

is your ability to communicate.

This the most humiliating piece.

More importantly it isolates you from me.

You cannot ask me for help.

You cannot ask me for commands.

You cannot blame anyone but yourself

for what happens.

 

You make eye contact with me

as you place the ring in your mouth,

buckling the strap behind your head.

I can't tell if that is supposed to be

for your benefit or mine.

 

You turn back to the table.

The next box contains a butt plug and lube.

Nothing especially big.

It is a symbol of your submission

and a sign of things to come.

It takes some time for you to get it fully inside,

drooling a little as you do.

This time you keep your eyes lowered.

Do you feel shame doing this to yourself?

 

The third box has a pair of nipple clamps

on a short chain.

A note reads "connect to gag".

You carefully attach the first clamp.

I hear the sharp intake of breath

as it bites into you.

You hesitate a little with the second one.

It's easier when someone else is doing it,

then you just have to endure.

I want you to be responsible.

 

You take a breath and attach the second clamp.

The chain is short.

There's not a lot of slack.

As you pull it towards the gag,

the *** intensifies.

Tucking your chin and lowering your head,

you manage to hook the chain in place.

Keeping your head low,

the *** is bearable.

 

The last box has a pair of spreader bars.

You attach the longer one to your ankles.

The shorter one, just above the knees.

With the butt plug in,

you cannot sit down to do this.

You keep tugging on that chain

as you're bent over, reaching.

I enjoy hearing you moan and gasp.

Hurting yourself as you struggle

to give away more and more of your freedom.

You're drooling heavily by the end of it.

You don't turn around when you're done.

 

A note at the end of the table reads "curtain".

The curtain is right beside you.

You draw it back to reveal

a metal chain that runs from a pulley at the top of the wall

to another pulley near the floor and back up again.

Attached to the chain near the ground,

is a black leather collar.

A leather thong connects it to a pair of metal handcuffs.

I've put this on you many times.

Now it's your turn.

 

Even at this stage, you could back out.

Nothing is stopping you from undoing everything.

You are still a person

with your own power and will.

Not for long.

 

You pull on the chain

but it doesn't move.

You will have to get down there

to put on the collar.

Using the wall and table,

you carefully lower yourself to the ground.

More gasps and moans as you haltingly make your way down.

 

You shuffle around on all-fours.

You fold your knees and lean forward

until the collar is close.

You wrap it around your neck

and fasten the buckle.

 

You reach over your shoulder

and place the cold metal cuffs on your bare back.

You pause.

A thread of drool connects your mouth to the floor.

Are you waiting for a command?

It will not come.

I will not take your power from you,

you must give every last piece of it away.

I will not turn you into an ***,

a thing,

a squirming, grunting collection of holes and flesh

to be fucked and used in the most degrading ways.

You must do that to yourself.

 

You bring both hands up behind your back.

You find the cuffs,

taking one in each hand.

The leather connecting them to the collar is not long.

One cuff click-click-clicks on your wrist.

This is it.

You struggle a little to get the other cuff on.

Every movement brings ***.

It clicks into place.

You pull your hands apart to confirm.

You try to relax your arms

but when you do,

the collar presses into your throat

making your breath raspy.

 

What have you done?

You walked in here a person

and without a word from me

you have turned yourself into a drooling, moaning creature.

Every hole stretched wide.

Every ounce of freedom given away.

 

I stay where I am,

savouring your condition,

your ***ness,

your growing uncertainty.

What have you done?

I will let you think about that a little longer

as you drool and pant and shift your weight

trying to find a way to get comfortable.

Why bother?

You know what's coming.

 

I walk over

carrying a crop in one hand.

You are folded over,

Head down, ass up.

I release the brake on the pulley

and slowly pull down on one side of the chain.

The other side rises.

The collar pulls you up by the neck.

Your body unfolds.

You keep your head down

trying to save your nipples.

 

You are up on your knees now.

Your body fully straight.

I keep pulling.

You shuffle awkwardly,

coming as close as you can to the chain.

Still I'm pulling.

 

Until now,

the collar was pulled back

by the weight of your arms behind you.

Now it's rising up on your neck

pulling your chin up

and with it, the cruel chain leading to your nipples.

Your breath is coming fast, hard and noisy.

 

I hold you here, dangling, gasping.

You're looking up at me,

an attempt to communicate.

I do not meet your gaze.

Maybe you think that if I see the *** in your eyes

the begging, the promise of obedience,

I will relent.

That is not the game we are playing now.

You are not an unruly slave

who withholds their gifts until disciplined.

You have nothing to withhold.

 

I look down and engage the brake on the pulley.

I admire your body, stretched long.

Your hips thrust forward,

as you struggle to make yourself taller,

teetering back and forth

on the edge of balance.

You legs spread wide,

completely defenseless.

 

I wet my finger in your mouth

and rub it slowly around your lips.

I hold it in the centre of the ring.

Your tongue rises to meet it.

This is all you have left.

The only way you can express yourself.

Lick or not lick.

What are you now?

 

Your tongue circles my finger

caressing it, seducing it.

Trying to hold my attention.

Offering pleasure.

Begging for relief.

 

Don't bother.

 

The tongue of the crop

cracks against your crotch.

All you can do is grunt.

Your body jerks

but you stay upright.

 

Are you worried?

I understand but

it does no good to fret

when there's nothing you can do.

 

I brush your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

My fingers run along your scalp.

The crop strikes again.

No harder than last time

but those parts are already inflamed

and the *** is additive.

 

I grab a fist-full of hair behind your head and pull back.

The fiery *** in your nipples

brings a loud, long moan

as the chain pulls hard.

The moan turns to a desperate gurgle

and then silence

as I push my cock past your begging tongue

and plunge it into your throat.

 

You did this.

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Beautiful

[Tw****]

Dang.