Lucite

The place was truly amazing. One hundred acres out in the middle of, well, nowhere. Nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains Southwest of Culpepper Virginia, it actually sat in the middle of horse country. The main house was on a five acre clearing, well shielded from prying eyes, that it shared with what apparently had once been a stable but looked like an abandoned wreck...from the outside at least. One step inside of those bay doors was all it took to be transported into another world. There was a large bed in one corner with leather cuffs attached to its four posts, and a medieval torturer's rack opposite the bed. Stocks hung from chains that clinked in the summer breeze if the "blast door" style shutters were left open at night. Well oiled whips of all kinds hung from their hooks on one wall, and a whipping bench, upholstered in the softest of leathers, held its position in the center of it all. One of the prized possessions of the owners...well, one of them at least...was an oak armoire that was placed on the north wall. Inside, it held a collection of paddles that its owners had often boasted to be one of the most diverse in the world. Prize among these was an eighteen inch long by two inch wide by one half inch thick paddle that had been constructed from a single piece of Lucite. Clear enough to hold up to your eyes as you read the Sunday paper, it left nothing at all to the imagination of the person administering punishment with it. That person was able to see the poor recipient's flesh pressed flat under the paddle's strike, able to see the effect of the stroke in its entirety as well as hear its crack upon the tender backside of one unfortunate enough to have earned it's attentions. Or would it be more appropriate to say one who was fortunate enough to have earned...?

The hour was late, but time mattered not at all to them. A young couple in their late twenties, they had been blessed by a stroke of incredible luck and had won the lottery a year and a half earlier. They owned virtually every material possession that they had ever dreamed of and passed their days frolicking in their own forest...their nights in endless, passionate exploration of each other's deepest fantasies, most intimate desires, and bodies.

She led him in by a leash attached to the collar that was locked upon his neck. This wasn't all that unusual, but the fact that he crawled in on his hands and knees did add a bit of a twist to things. He appeared almost abnormally subdued. None of the usual quips or playful teasing were occurring and one could almost smell his fear and anticipation.

If there had been any doubt regarding the mood of the evening it was removed instantly by the commanding tone of her first four words.

"On the bed...NOW."

Certainly, this was a very special evening. Normally there was much playful teasing and laughter between these two, but there was none of it this night. It was painfully clear that she would tolerate none of it at all. He crawled onto the bed and positioned himself in it's center, still on his hands and knees, having not once even attempted to look up at her.

"Lie on your back with your head at the foot of the bed."

Strangely, there was none of the usual eagerness in him as he moved to comply. Yet, there was not a hint of hesitation either.

"Spread your legs, place your ankles alongside the pillows."

His expression was blank as he mechanically, almost robotically, did exactly what he had been instructed to do. Nothing more and certainly nothing less. She scarcely seemed to even notice this as she moved from one corner of the bed to the next, fastening the cuffs securely about his limbs as she went. She removed each rope and replaced it with the heaviest chain in the dungeon. He was now restrained by leather and steel, with no possible hope of escape even if he had intended to attempt it. The use of chains to hold him instead of rope was but only one of many things that they were about to do for the first time.

The tone of her voice was without mercy and totally uncompromising as she held the rubber bit in front of his mouth.

"Take it."

His lower lip trembled and he even hesitated for a moment, obviously out of fear. But in a moment he gathered himself again, and took the bit in his teeth. She pulled the straps tight, almost cruelly so, and a whimper found it's way around the bit as it escaped his lips. Again she seemed not to notice, but he was to learn that nothing would escape her notice on this most unusual night, and he would learn it the hard way.

She didn't look at him, didn't even acknowledge his existence as she went to the bar and poured herself a glass of iced cappuccino. She then thought that this must be the only bar in the entire county that was completely "dry," stocking no alcohol at all. It amused her to think that so many of the people in this area thought that a six pack of beer and a single condom was all that was required to have a good time. Oh well, their loss. As she turned toward the bed she focused herself mentally on the task before her. It was time to begin warming him up.

Every time they did something new, forged into unknown territory, he learned something. He thought he had known what it was to be helpless, he now knew that he had been wrong. They had done several punishment and other severe scenes before, but never without a safe word. He knew that the cuffs and chains would hold him fast no matter how desperate he became, he had installed them himself. He knew that he could trust her completely, but that in itself was a double edged sword. He had always known that he could trust her to respect the safe word, but they had agreed that there would be no safe word tonight. He had known that he could trust her to respect his limits, but they had agreed that this time she would decide where the limits were, not him. He knew that he could trust her to keep her promises, that her word was her bond...and secretly it terrified him that she had made a promise, given her word, that she would break his spirit and make him her abject slave before this was over. She had never broken a promise to him...he knew that she would work on him for hours, days without sleep if need be, until that promise was fulfilled.

She sat at his side, surveying her handiwork. She then placed the glass on the end table that they kept there for such things and looked deeply into his eyes as she placed her index finger into her mouth. Slowly, sensuously she worked her finger into her mouth, sucking it aggressively as she began to withdraw it again. In, then out...again and again as she gazed into his eyes, letting his own imagination torment him while he wished that she would use her mouth that way upon him. On and on she did this until she knew that he could bear it no longer, until he broke eye contact. Then she withdrew her finger from her mouth and extended it, warm and wet, and slowly, ever so agonizingly slowly, moved it until the tip of her nail barely brushed the underside of his scrotum.

He inhaled with a gasp that he could stop no more than he could have roped the wind. His back arched and his hips rose. Higher, then a little higher still as she raised her finger he rose...until his ass hung suspended in air in a vain attempt at a backbend. He wanted her touch, needed it desperately, and tried to lift himself off of the bed, offering himself to her shamelessly if she would only touch him. She could read the strain in his face, see the muscles begin to quiver as he ran out of strength and was unable to hold his position. She waited until he began to whimper in his need, until his body began to sag from fatigue...and then, just as he began to fall back to the bed in exhaustion, she let him feel her fingernail gently tease him there once again.

"Why is she doing this???" he thought as he desperately tried to lift himself to her. She knew very well that one of the things that made him melt in her hands was the feeling of all five of her fingernails gently stroking all around his balls. Yet she only let him feel one. One nail, in the most sensitive spot on his entire body, was all he could feel...and the need for more would surely drive him insane.

And then it stopped. No soothing words from her lips, no gentle assurance that there was more to come, just an abrupt cessation of a sensation that would surely have driven him mad with desire. The look on his face told her everything that he was feeling. Frustration, outrage and even a little anger all were there. He wanted her touch and would have done anything for her at that moment to have it. Yet she denied him. It was obvious that he was not at all enjoying his predicament. It was no longer fun. He needed to be touched and for the first time ever she simply looked at him and did nothing about it.

Didn't she have any idea what she was doing to him? Didn't she understand that this was seriously frustrating? He would have stopped the scene then and there he was so angry with her, it was that serious to him. But then he remembered that this time he could do nothing to stop it. And then, for the first time, he knew what it was to be held against his will. All she had to do was touch him...anywhere...and that would all change, it would be all right again.

She saw that he was getting serious, and that would not do. Well aware of the fact that any attempt to discipline him for this would only drive him further away from her she decided to do the opposite. He wanted her touch? Needed it desperately? Well then, she decided, he shall have it.
He was just about to tell her that he was calling it off, that the anger at being frustrated like this was just too much. And then he felt her nails on his chest. All ten of them brushing him gently, delicately, lovingly...and in the blink of an eye all was right with the world once more.

Slowly she dragged their tips on his skin enjoying the feel of the hair on his chest as she went. First along the well of his sternum, between his pectorals, then she traced the outline of his lower ribs. He was in heaven she knew. And it was time to send him a little deeper into space.
He was content with the feeling of her nails on his skin, he was happy. He had closed his eyes and forgotten what this scene was about, happy just to enjoy the moment. Then he felt her tongue on the side of his neck, warm, wet and loving and he lost all sense of what was happening to him. He turned and laid his neck bare for her, giving it to her. He hadn't even noticed that she had stopped caressing him with her nails, but notice them he was about to do.

He felt them teasing the tips of his nipples. Just the two nails of her middle fingers for his two little nipples. Her mouth worked at his neck faster, more passionately now, driving him into a lustful trance to match her frenzy. And then he felt them clearly press into the very center of his nipples. Her nails were natural and sharp but the pressure wasn't too bad. He was lost in the sensation of her lips and tongue as they devoured him now...he would have been happy to stay there forever. But her nails kept pressing a little harder, every few seconds digging a little deeper into his nipples and now they were actually beginning to hurt.

"Do you like my tongue like this?" she asked as she licked him lustily right up to the side of his mouth. Her question was returned by a whimper of affirmation that she would have recognized anywhere. Inwardly she was quite pleased, although she would give him no hint of it.

"Do you like my fingernails pressing into your body like this?". The question was academic, she knew that her nails were hurting him but they weren't breaking the skin and he wasn't screaming so she didn't see any need to stop. After all, she set his limits on this night. All he could do was bite the bit and take it. The distress in his whine was not unexpected but the sincerity that it held was a pleasant surprise to her. This was going to be better than she had hoped.

"Do you want me to stop digging them into your nipples?" She asked. His whimpers and pleas were like music to her ears, his humility, his begging and even the tears that were beginning to form at the sides of his eyes a symphony to her soul.

She kept digging into his nipples, almost cruelly now as she looked deeply into his eyes and said: "If the nails stop, the tongue stops. Think about it..."

With that she immediately began to aggressively devour his chin with her mouth. Her tongue worked around his lips, so close that he longed to kiss her but it was just beyond his reach. Her passion and fire was intoxicating him, her mouth devouring him and he was certain that he would have been brought to orgasm long ago if it weren't for the searing pain in his nipples. Her nails were like knives now, driven in so deeply that he felt he would surely bleed. Yet he knew that he could stop it...but not without stopping her mouth along with it. Her mouth...hot, wet, consuming him over and over again and with every second that passed he fell further and further under it's spell. His entire universe was between her lips and they had become the most incredibly wonderful things he had ever known. Ecstasy was almost his but his nipples refused to allow him to drift away into this incredible dream. They were the last tie he had to reality and try as he might he just couldn't ignore them. The pain was too intense, her nails had been in them for so long that they felt as if they were on fire! And though every other part of him longed for it all to go on forever his nipples continued to protest, to anchor him to reality, for they were truly in agony now.

She wasn't even sure if he was still with her anymore. Surely he was conscious, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had any idea where he was or even who he was at this point. His whimpers and pleas of response to her questions had transformed into moans and howls that weren't identifiable as ones of agony or ecstasy. A full minute had passed since she had asked him if he wanted her to stop. Her nails were forced into his nipples as far as she dared for to press them into him any harder was to risk actually tearing the nipples themselves. She had continued to work her mouth all over his face and neck, tasting the salt of his tears as she went, waiting to hear an answer that had never come. After another minute she decided that it was time for her to make that decision for him, and time to get down to the business of breaking him to her will.

He wasn't sure how it had started or how long it had gone on but the agony in his chest had finally ceased. He knew that he was chained to the bed and that there was a bit pulled painfully into his mouth, and though he knew that this was where he was supposed to be he couldn't quite remember why. He felt her pull his hair and heard her tell him to follow but he knew that he couldn't do that while he was still chained to...he had been chained to the bed hadn't he? Or had it only been his imagination? Her hold in his hair began to hurt and it was only then that he realized that she was pulling him along. He gathered his feet under himself only to have his knees collapse under his own weight, and so he crawled along behind her obediently...if only because he had no idea what else he was supposed to do.

She led him to a bench that he remembered and knelt on its larger, lower end while laying his head and chest upon the higher portion of the bench before him, relishing the feel of its leather on his face. He felt her moving his limp arms around and knew that his wrists were being fastened to the sides of the upper portion of the bench. He offered no resistance for she knew what was going on and he had not a clue what was happening, and he knew that, for some reason, she was the only person he trusted to take care of him now. He allowed her to similarly fasten his ankles, and then she used another set of straps to pull his knees apart and hold them fast to the lower platform. As she finished securing his left knee into place, he remembered where he was, why he was here, and immediately was overcome by terror as he realized that she was preparing to make good on her promise. He pleaded and begged as best he could for her to stop...he knew what was coming and that there was no way he could possibly endure it. His will would be broken from the pain, his spirit from the humiliation, and he would obey her every command no matter how ridiculous or trivial. He knew that she heard him but she neither paused nor slowed her pace until the final strap over his back had been cinched tight under his armpits and he found himself completely immobilized.

"My, my, my." she thought to herself. "What a beautifulsight!" His wrists were locked to the sides of the bench while his torso was pinned to its top by a wide strap over his upper back. His ankles were locked to eyelets on the sides of the deck and his knees pinned to its surface, and held widely apart, by loops of nylon webbing that had been pulled tight. His ability to move had been restricted to the point that he could only wiggle his ass four inches to either side. Not enough to interfere with what she had in mind but enough to allow him to squirm deliciously for her entertainment. The tone of his pleas had her a little worried though. If this were any other scene she would have released him now, but he had practically dared her to break him and so she had promised she would. And she never went back on a promise.

She heard him begin to sob as she opened the armoire. Best to be done with it quickly, she thought, lest it drag on too long and his spirit be broken permanently. With that thought she knew that there was only one tool she would need.

He saw it as she shut the door to the armoire, and the look in his eyes caused her to feel pity for him. As she walked to the bench she vowed to herself that she would be harsher than she had planned to break him quickly and be done with it. Then, when it was over, she would tell him over and over again what a good boy he was as he serviced her. That would be nice. At that point he would gladly service her well for only a few kind words, she was sure. She would give them to him...and he would service her well indeed.

Without a word she began to lightly pat 18 inches of Lucite on the cheeks of his ass. Working one side, then the next and back again, she made sure to warm his posterior evenly and well before delivering even the first stroke. His backside was more thin skinned than most, and she knew that to strike him cold was an act far more cruel than he deserved...even if she did intend to break him.

It delighted her to no end to watch him squirm so. He whimpered and whined, pleaded and begged. It did not fall on deaf ears, it simply did him no good. So he twitched and jerked his out thrust cheeks from one side to the next in vain attempts to avoid the sting of her constant tapping. Four inches to one side, then four to the next and back again. It was all the movement he could manage pinned to the bench as he was, and it wasn't nearly enough to even spoil her aim.

His ass colored quickly and well. Starting out as bright and flawless as alabaster, it first turned pink, then changed to an even shade of red as she continued to tap. Such a magnificent ass, it reddened so easily and yet always healed to unmarked perfection. It was a joy to work on, and a special pleasure to watch it writhe so now. She prolonged the warm up a few extra minutes, giving in to her own desire to just watch it move, to watch it struggle and quiver in anticipation of the first real stroke. And then, all too soon, she knew that it was time to begin.

Every muscle ached, every nerve was on edge, even the goose bumps on his ass must have stood tall when she stopped her tapping. He knew that he was being warmed up, knew that the fact that she had put so much care into that warm up could mean only one thing. He was in serious trouble. The bit had begun to pull more painfully than before at the left side of his mouth having been bumped in his futile attempts to escape. He knew what was about to happen to him, knew that he had agreed to it, and at this point he only wanted a chance to submit to her without having to be broken. But her word was her bond and she had given her word that she would break him. When he felt the paddle press firmly into one spot on his ass and stay there for a second panic gripped him. When he felt it stop pressing he knew that she was drawing back, and for a split second, he thought that he was about to die.

Soundlessly it came down and she could clearly see the angry red flesh mashed under it's strike so hard that it turned stark white. The crack of it echoed off of the walls and left a ringing in her ears. She had never before hit him so hard, never before put all of her strength into a stroke, and the result was predictable.

At first he went rigid, his eyes wider than at any other time in his life. Then, a second or two later, he began to shake and the first unintelligible sounds gurgled their way around the bit. And then it all happened at once. Sobbing and pleading, thrashing and writhing in complete hysteria he lost all control. He yanked on the straps and fought so hard that she was afraid he would hurt himself in his desperate attempts to break free. But this she had anticipated, and she had an idea. If it didn't work then the after care would take hours to undo the psychological damage that would have been done. But she knew her man well and so she reached between his legs and closed her fingernails upon his balls ever so gently. Allowing all five of her nails to surround them, to caress them, and she spoke to him not in the demanding tone of his Mistress, but in the soothing tone one would use to reassure a frightened child.

Less than a full second after her nails made contact she was rewarded with the sound of his moans of pleasure. He melted into her hand so quickly that she had not the time to complete even one of the many phrases she had chosen to reassure him at this moment. This was the moment of truth. He had never before been able to refuse her while she caressed him like this. Six months before this night he had been angered at something she had said in a scene. Being restrained at the time there was not much that he could do about it though, and so he did the only thing that he could do. He sulked. He had been determined to give her no response, to withdraw into himself and say nothing at all. And so she had begun to caress him in this way, at first earning only angry glares from him...but then, as the moments passed, he started to have an erection. This was interesting because, at the time, he was downright angry with her and was determined to not respond. As time wore on, she used her nails to caress him a little longer and then longer still until, to his own astonishment, she brought him to orgasm quite against his own wishes. There followed many long hours of discussion on the subject, and she had tucked that knowledge away for just such an occasion as this. And now it was time to put it to use.

He amazed her at moments like this, sobbing and yet moaning in incredible pleasure at the same time. Slowly, gently she caressed him. And then she spoke to him softly.

"You will do anything for me now won't you my dear?"

Again, his whimper of affirmation came without a moments hesitation.

"I have good news. All of the pain you feel is almost at an end. Just a little more and you will be allowed to spend the rest of the evening in comfort at my side. You want to be comfortable don't you?"

His affirmations were in the form of pleas now. Yes, she knew, he was almost there.

"All right then. You are going to do two things for me before I allow you to relax. First: You will take one more stroke identical to the last one but on the other cheek."

At this he began to hyperventilate and struggle. Begging, pleading for mercy...for anything else, she knew. But her mind was made up and if he didn't want to do as he was told then they would just have to start all over again.

"You will take one, or you will take ten and then I will tell you to take one again. Is that clear?"

His shoulders sagged in obvious defeat. Yet the only sound to escape his lips was a single sigh of resignation.

"Now, you will take that one stroke and you will do something else for me. The second thing you will do is very important. It is what tells me that you have truly obeyed my wishes. When that stroke falls I will caress you as I did just a moment ago. You will feel all of my love and all of my caring for you in that caress. And when that stroke falls, you will cum for me. Understood?"

She knew that he had heard every word by the way that his body trembled, by the silent sobs that shook him. Yes, he understood. And he would obey.

Without another word she cupped him in her hand, allowing him to feel her nails caress him in that way that he loved so much that it caused him to loose all control. And when he relaxed, when his breathing deepened and moans of pleasure began to find their way around the bit...eighteen inches of Lucite began it's descent…

About the Author

"V" lives in the southwest, is in his early 30's and has been into the scene for over 15 years. A Top who switches only for a select few, his focus is on the energy, trust and emotional bond between close partners.

"It's all about caring for and trusting someone so completely that you'd do anything for them, from either end of the leash."