Chain Gang WomenChapter 5
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She began that afternoon fully understanding that tonight was going to be intense. She knew that I would really dominate her, that I would make her live up to the term pain slut.
I had no clear idea of exactly what I would do. I had packed our toy bag with as many things as I could conceive that we would use. So far from Friday night until now, we had barely used anything from it.
We wandered around town, just enjoying the sights and each other’s company. There was an air of anticipation as well. We ate lunch and went back to the hotel.
I had her get naked and get ready while I grabbed the stainless steel chain I had brought with me. We had both read of ‘The Chain Trick’ and it seemed like a great thing to try. We always enjoy our physical intimacy but now we were under not time restraints, could take our time, and really explore. I used lots of AstroGlide to lube up her pussy and the first few links of the chain. I gently began to insert it, link by link, inside of her. At first, she was just slightly tensed since the feeling was unfamiliar.
As more of the chain went in, she began to relax. At some point, around a third of the 4’ of the chain was inside her and I could see that she was starting to get turned on. Her breathing deepened, her hands crept down and she began to play with the rings in her labia and hood. Occasionally she would stroke her clit. This increased her own lubrication and the chain continued its inward march, one link at a time.
As her pussy got more and more full of chain, I had to push a little harder to get the next link in. Occasionally I had to insert multiple fingers into her to help get the chain nested and pushed farther back into her cunt. When I did put my fingers into her along with all of that chain, she gave a little gasp at the increased ‘full’ feeling that it produced.
Finally we had all of the chain that would fit. I moved and massage chain and pussy to try to get more but that was it. All but 9 links of the 4’ chain was inside her pussy. She was very aroused not and was freely masturbating as I worked the chain. I could see that she was about to cum so I grabbed the free end of the chain and began to steadily pull the chain out of her pussy. As she started to cum, I increased the speed of the chain pull. This put her on the ceiling, her back arched, she started saying Oh Daddy, faster and louder and I finished emptying her with final quick tug.
She came but wasn’t finished so started begging me to put the chain back it as she continued to masturbate. I quickly started to replace the chain as fast and gently as I could. When I had gotten about a third of the chain back in, she started cumming again. I timed it so that I could tug the chain out at the moment her orgasm peaked. We managed to give her another wrenching orgasm.
She lay there, spent, breathing heavily; trying to recover. After a bit, we cuddled up on the couch for an hour or two. We just talked and relaxed and touched. She was kind of quiet, I didn’t think too much of it at the time. Now I realized that she had begun her journey to subspace.
We talked about ordering a pizza so that we wouldn’t have to leave the room or get dressed. We knew that when we started the evening session that the finish would be way down the road and a long time from now. We discussed it and decided that it would be faster to go downstairs, grab a quick bit and a drink then come back to the room.
She got dressed in jeans a quick pull-over top and was ready to go. Just before we left the room, as a sign of things to come, I bent her over the arm of a chair and gave her a really solid bare-handed swat on one cheek. It was solid enough that it stung my hand. She gave a cry that said she had really felt that swat. I gave her another on the other cheek. To my complete surprise, she dropped to her knees. She buried her face in the arm of the chair and cried for an instant. She stood up again but I could hear her softly whimpering. She never complained or asked me to stop but she assumed her position bent over the arm of the chair.
Another solid strike, her knees buckled but she stood. A fourth (my hand was stinging enough that I had determined that would be the last before we left the room) and she dropped again. Same as before, she cried and stood back up whimpering; she even reassumed her position. I stood her up and told her that we were done for now. She wiped the tears from her eyes and ‘straightened’ herself up. Ready to go downstairs.
As we walked to the elevator, she held my hand but was walking just a little behind and to the left of me. In the vanilla world this would not have caused comment but in our world she was being overtly and absolutely submissive to me. I recall looking into her eyes while we rode the elevator to the first floor, that she seemed ‘lost in space’. Thought maybe she had a bit too much wine this afternoon but with the benefit of hindsight I see that she was almost completely in subspace. Her body was functioning, doing what she was told, but her mind was very much elsewhere.
We sat at one end of the bar, there were several folks that we knew from the previous night so I exchanged pleasantries. She quietly at my side, I ordered her a drink. After she got her drink and took a sip, she became really animated for a few minutes and tried to explain to our server that I had got her some garters for her stockings at the Bass Pro Shop. He gave her that practiced look of someone who was has listened to drunks babble on. I smiled at him, as if to validate what he was thinking (no way to explain what was really happening), and he went on his way. I gently touched her leg and said that was a story that she didn’t need to tell everyone.
She immediately and submissively quieted down; much to her credit. She was confused by my scolding though and talked absently, partly to me and partly to herself, about it for the next 10 minutes.
The server delivered our dinner to the bar. I started to eat while I chatted with the guys to my right. In a couple of minutes, I looked to my left and see that she has not touched her food. She is simply sitting there with the fork in her hand, staring at her plate. She leans over to me and whispers softly, “Daddy, will cut up my food for me?”
I am not positive why I had no more reaction than I did but I simply leaned over and cut up her meal into bite-sized pieces. In another minute or so, she has her fork poised over her food but is not eating. She quietly asks me to feed her. I was thinking that maybe she was really playing up the Babygirl role, so I fed her a bite or two. She simply took the food as I fed her but gave no indication that she was going to feed herself at all.
At this point, even as dense as I am, it became obvious that we needed to get back upstairs. I got a to-go box and we adjourned from the bar. One of the guys gave me a ‘thumbs up’ as we headed to the elevator. I am sure that most thought she was tipsy and that I was probably going to ‘get lucky’. I now smile at the thought of what their reactions would have been had they been in our room an hour later to witness that.
When we get back to the room, she is completely on auto-pilot. I tell her to get undressed and get on the bed. She makes no acknowledgement of the command except to comply. She crawled on the bed and lay face down. I went to my bag and selected a nice riding crop and a hard rubber (plastic?) textured flogger.
Up on the bed next to her, I began the beating with the flogger. With the first strokes, she screamed and squealed in the mattress. She reached back with her hands to try to rub her ass after each series of strokes. She obediently removed them. I told her that if she continued to reach back, she would have to be restrained. She tried the same with her legs and she was given the same warning.
By the time we were fully involved in the scene, her wrists were restrained by cuffs clipped together, and I had ankle restraints with a spreader bar on her legs. She kept lifting her restrained legs to the point that I had to tie down the spreader bar to the bed leg. Now she really was immobilized and at my mercy.
As the strokes continued to come, her ass was getting more and more patterned from the flogger. To give her a bit of a break, I would trade out with the crop. The blows would land from her shoulders to the middle of her thighs. It was beginning to get redder and redder, the pattern of the devices were showing on her skin.
All of her sounds since we started had been primal. Only occasionally could I hear her produce any recognizable sounds. Somewhere fairly early on she began a mantra. She began to softly repeat “Love you Daddy, love you Daddy, love you Daddy”. It would stream on for minutes at a time. Sometimes it was in cadence with the blows, other times it would come out in rapid fire sequence but in either case, never above a whisper.
She was no longer flinching or wiggling or trying to block the blows. She lay there chanting her mantra absorbing the punishment. I decided to increase the intensity a bit to see what her reaction would be.
She started to try to pull her legs up to her ass. In doing that, since the spreader bar was tied to the bed, she pulled her body back to the point that she slide off of the bed. She landed on her knees, I continued to strike. Finally she slipped down to laying face-down prone on the carpet.
I gave her a few more strokes; no reaction on her part. Even her mantra had quit, or at least the part that I could hear had quit. I looked over her body and couldn’t find a spot that was not an angry red or already starting to bruise. It was done. Even though she had not once used a safe word, I stopped the beating. I was not worried that we had gone too far, I just determined that it was time to stop.
I began to release her from her restraints, she still is laying on the floor, letting me do whatever I needed to do. She looks at me with what we used to call the ‘thousand-yard stare’. Her eyes were open but she was not seeing me or anything else at that point. She had traveled so far into subspace I wondered what her return would be like.
I helped her into a sitting position, bent down and put her arms around my neck. I told her to grab my neck and hold on. I could feel the slightest contraction of her arm muscles but effectively she could do nothing to help. I lifted her up and placed her back on the bed. I turned her onto her side and into a slightly fetal tuck and covered her up.
I go around to the other side of the bed and crawl in. I tuck up as close to her as I can. I begin to stroke her hair and talk to her and kiss her. I tell her that Daddy is there and all will be well. I am here it’s OK. We lay like that for probably twenty to thirty minutes.
The one really dramatic thing that I remember is the color of her eyes when we were laying there. Her eyes are usually a ‘normal’ blue. From the end of the session until she finally went to sleep, her eyes were the most amazing turquoise color. I have no explanation for that, I just know that it was an incredible color.
After about twenty or thirty minutes she started to come back from subspace and started to become aware. Then without warning, her shoulders begin to shake and she starts sobbing. She keeps mumbling, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying”. I try to comfort her and even though she sounds like she is talking to me, I don’t think she is completely aware of me and where we are. She cries for a few minutes then stops. In a few minutes she is crying again and apologizing. She actually does this for close to a half an hour. Every once in a while, she looks into my eyes like she is using them as beacon for her return trip from subspace. Occasionally she reacts as if she hears me but still has not spoken to me in a cogent manner.
At last her eyes start to close, each blink takes longer for her eyes to reopen. She falls asleep. I quietly slip out of bed and go to the front room, watch a little TV and read a bit. I check on her every so often and she continues to sleep soundly. She lay in the exact same position that I had placed her in at the end of the session and did not move until sometime in the wee small hours of the morning.
I had no clear idea of exactly what I would do. I had packed our toy bag with as many things as I could conceive that we would use. So far from Friday night until now, we had barely used anything from it.
We wandered around town, just enjoying the sights and each other’s company. There was an air of anticipation as well. We ate lunch and went back to the hotel.
I had her get naked and get ready while I grabbed the stainless steel chain I had brought with me. We had both read of ‘The Chain Trick’ and it seemed like a great thing to try. We always enjoy our physical intimacy but now we were under not time restraints, could take our time, and really explore. I used lots of AstroGlide to lube up her pussy and the first few links of the chain. I gently began to insert it, link by link, inside of her. At first, she was just slightly tensed since the feeling was unfamiliar.
As more of the chain went in, she began to relax. At some point, around a third of the 4’ of the chain was inside her and I could see that she was starting to get turned on. Her breathing deepened, her hands crept down and she began to play with the rings in her labia and hood. Occasionally she would stroke her clit. This increased her own lubrication and the chain continued its inward march, one link at a time.
As her pussy got more and more full of chain, I had to push a little harder to get the next link in. Occasionally I had to insert multiple fingers into her to help get the chain nested and pushed farther back into her cunt. When I did put my fingers into her along with all of that chain, she gave a little gasp at the increased ‘full’ feeling that it produced.
Finally we had all of the chain that would fit. I moved and massage chain and pussy to try to get more but that was it. All but 9 links of the 4’ chain was inside her pussy. She was very aroused not and was freely masturbating as I worked the chain. I could see that she was about to cum so I grabbed the free end of the chain and began to steadily pull the chain out of her pussy. As she started to cum, I increased the speed of the chain pull. This put her on the ceiling, her back arched, she started saying Oh Daddy, faster and louder and I finished emptying her with final quick tug.
She came but wasn’t finished so started begging me to put the chain back it as she continued to masturbate. I quickly started to replace the chain as fast and gently as I could. When I had gotten about a third of the chain back in, she started cumming again. I timed it so that I could tug the chain out at the moment her orgasm peaked. We managed to give her another wrenching orgasm.
She lay there, spent, breathing heavily; trying to recover. After a bit, we cuddled up on the couch for an hour or two. We just talked and relaxed and touched. She was kind of quiet, I didn’t think too much of it at the time. Now I realized that she had begun her journey to subspace.
We talked about ordering a pizza so that we wouldn’t have to leave the room or get dressed. We knew that when we started the evening session that the finish would be way down the road and a long time from now. We discussed it and decided that it would be faster to go downstairs, grab a quick bit and a drink then come back to the room.
She got dressed in jeans a quick pull-over top and was ready to go. Just before we left the room, as a sign of things to come, I bent her over the arm of a chair and gave her a really solid bare-handed swat on one cheek. It was solid enough that it stung my hand. She gave a cry that said she had really felt that swat. I gave her another on the other cheek. To my complete surprise, she dropped to her knees. She buried her face in the arm of the chair and cried for an instant. She stood up again but I could hear her softly whimpering. She never complained or asked me to stop but she assumed her position bent over the arm of the chair.
Another solid strike, her knees buckled but she stood. A fourth (my hand was stinging enough that I had determined that would be the last before we left the room) and she dropped again. Same as before, she cried and stood back up whimpering; she even reassumed her position. I stood her up and told her that we were done for now. She wiped the tears from her eyes and ‘straightened’ herself up. Ready to go downstairs.
As we walked to the elevator, she held my hand but was walking just a little behind and to the left of me. In the vanilla world this would not have caused comment but in our world she was being overtly and absolutely submissive to me. I recall looking into her eyes while we rode the elevator to the first floor, that she seemed ‘lost in space’. Thought maybe she had a bit too much wine this afternoon but with the benefit of hindsight I see that she was almost completely in subspace. Her body was functioning, doing what she was told, but her mind was very much elsewhere.
We sat at one end of the bar, there were several folks that we knew from the previous night so I exchanged pleasantries. She quietly at my side, I ordered her a drink. After she got her drink and took a sip, she became really animated for a few minutes and tried to explain to our server that I had got her some garters for her stockings at the Bass Pro Shop. He gave her that practiced look of someone who was has listened to drunks babble on. I smiled at him, as if to validate what he was thinking (no way to explain what was really happening), and he went on his way. I gently touched her leg and said that was a story that she didn’t need to tell everyone.
She immediately and submissively quieted down; much to her credit. She was confused by my scolding though and talked absently, partly to me and partly to herself, about it for the next 10 minutes.
The server delivered our dinner to the bar. I started to eat while I chatted with the guys to my right. In a couple of minutes, I looked to my left and see that she has not touched her food. She is simply sitting there with the fork in her hand, staring at her plate. She leans over to me and whispers softly, “Daddy, will cut up my food for me?”
I am not positive why I had no more reaction than I did but I simply leaned over and cut up her meal into bite-sized pieces. In another minute or so, she has her fork poised over her food but is not eating. She quietly asks me to feed her. I was thinking that maybe she was really playing up the Babygirl role, so I fed her a bite or two. She simply took the food as I fed her but gave no indication that she was going to feed herself at all.
At this point, even as dense as I am, it became obvious that we needed to get back upstairs. I got a to-go box and we adjourned from the bar. One of the guys gave me a ‘thumbs up’ as we headed to the elevator. I am sure that most thought she was tipsy and that I was probably going to ‘get lucky’. I now smile at the thought of what their reactions would have been had they been in our room an hour later to witness that.
When we get back to the room, she is completely on auto-pilot. I tell her to get undressed and get on the bed. She makes no acknowledgement of the command except to comply. She crawled on the bed and lay face down. I went to my bag and selected a nice riding crop and a hard rubber (plastic?) textured flogger.
Up on the bed next to her, I began the beating with the flogger. With the first strokes, she screamed and squealed in the mattress. She reached back with her hands to try to rub her ass after each series of strokes. She obediently removed them. I told her that if she continued to reach back, she would have to be restrained. She tried the same with her legs and she was given the same warning.
By the time we were fully involved in the scene, her wrists were restrained by cuffs clipped together, and I had ankle restraints with a spreader bar on her legs. She kept lifting her restrained legs to the point that I had to tie down the spreader bar to the bed leg. Now she really was immobilized and at my mercy.
As the strokes continued to come, her ass was getting more and more patterned from the flogger. To give her a bit of a break, I would trade out with the crop. The blows would land from her shoulders to the middle of her thighs. It was beginning to get redder and redder, the pattern of the devices were showing on her skin.
All of her sounds since we started had been primal. Only occasionally could I hear her produce any recognizable sounds. Somewhere fairly early on she began a mantra. She began to softly repeat “Love you Daddy, love you Daddy, love you Daddy”. It would stream on for minutes at a time. Sometimes it was in cadence with the blows, other times it would come out in rapid fire sequence but in either case, never above a whisper.
She was no longer flinching or wiggling or trying to block the blows. She lay there chanting her mantra absorbing the punishment. I decided to increase the intensity a bit to see what her reaction would be.
She started to try to pull her legs up to her ass. In doing that, since the spreader bar was tied to the bed, she pulled her body back to the point that she slide off of the bed. She landed on her knees, I continued to strike. Finally she slipped down to laying face-down prone on the carpet.
I gave her a few more strokes; no reaction on her part. Even her mantra had quit, or at least the part that I could hear had quit. I looked over her body and couldn’t find a spot that was not an angry red or already starting to bruise. It was done. Even though she had not once used a safe word, I stopped the beating. I was not worried that we had gone too far, I just determined that it was time to stop.
I began to release her from her restraints, she still is laying on the floor, letting me do whatever I needed to do. She looks at me with what we used to call the ‘thousand-yard stare’. Her eyes were open but she was not seeing me or anything else at that point. She had traveled so far into subspace I wondered what her return would be like.
I helped her into a sitting position, bent down and put her arms around my neck. I told her to grab my neck and hold on. I could feel the slightest contraction of her arm muscles but effectively she could do nothing to help. I lifted her up and placed her back on the bed. I turned her onto her side and into a slightly fetal tuck and covered her up.
I go around to the other side of the bed and crawl in. I tuck up as close to her as I can. I begin to stroke her hair and talk to her and kiss her. I tell her that Daddy is there and all will be well. I am here it’s OK. We lay like that for probably twenty to thirty minutes.
The one really dramatic thing that I remember is the color of her eyes when we were laying there. Her eyes are usually a ‘normal’ blue. From the end of the session until she finally went to sleep, her eyes were the most amazing turquoise color. I have no explanation for that, I just know that it was an incredible color.
After about twenty or thirty minutes she started to come back from subspace and started to become aware. Then without warning, her shoulders begin to shake and she starts sobbing. She keeps mumbling, “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying”. I try to comfort her and even though she sounds like she is talking to me, I don’t think she is completely aware of me and where we are. She cries for a few minutes then stops. In a few minutes she is crying again and apologizing. She actually does this for close to a half an hour. Every once in a while, she looks into my eyes like she is using them as beacon for her return trip from subspace. Occasionally she reacts as if she hears me but still has not spoken to me in a cogent manner.
At last her eyes start to close, each blink takes longer for her eyes to reopen. She falls asleep. I quietly slip out of bed and go to the front room, watch a little TV and read a bit. I check on her every so often and she continues to sleep soundly. She lay in the exact same position that I had placed her in at the end of the session and did not move until sometime in the wee small hours of the morning.
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