Visit Four: Fit to be Tied
I'm going crazy. Literally batshit. I don't know what else to say. Big Linda's
midnight visits have become literally mind-blowing. The things she does to me
... I don't think I'll ever be the same again.
How am I ever supposed to go back to my old life, where I don't covet and crave
my every minute as a slave? It's gotten so that I long ago gave up any thought
of resisting my mistress. She's just so demanding, so forceful, that I've had no
choice but to submit completely to her total sexual domination.
Savoring my supreme soul-thralldom, my complete and utter helplessness, Big
Linda Skrue never fails takes ruthless advantage of it. Her first act upon
bursting in on me is invariably to secure me to the bed, effortlessly subduing
my feeble struggles and tightly chaining me up. Then she flings herself atop me,
determined to carry out whatever mad sexual fantasy she's dreamed up. Trapped
naked with her in that small apartment, chained out spread-eagled and helpless,
I spend endless hours submitting to her bizarre, depraved sexual desires.
In fact, depraved hardly begins to describe it. Whatever the circumstances,
whatever the perverse, punishing permutation, there are always costumes and
games and roles to play; leather and rubber and steel, harnesses and straps,
chains and handcuffs, blindfolds and shackles and paddles and whips and
executioner's black leather hoods. Good sex for Big Linda is the ultimate
exercise of power over a man, regardless of the particulars, and so she's always
cruelly merciless, intentionally demeaning me, dominating and subjugating my
captive manhood with brutal, iron-fisted control.
Looming over my bound and uselessly struggling form, with her orange-speckled,
firmly muscled shoulders and huge, upthrust breasts bulging through her
spike-studded leather harness, Big Linda Skrue maliciously rubs my face in my
helplessness, vengefully subjecting me to all the conceivable degradations at
her considerable command. Naturally I've lost track of all the individual ways
in which she abuses me, but just because she's inventive in her demands doesn't
mean she ignores the obvious. There are several set pieces she re-enacts over
and over again.
Time after time she'll make me replay the humiliating incident that forever
established our respective roles: my desperate, lonely masturbation, her
derisive discovery of it, then my shock and the sudden, uncontrollable orgasm
that spawned all of her subsequent brutal sexual abuse.
Lying there beneath her, my face burning with shame, I'll use a temporarily
freed hand to pull and pump and stroke my own cock, guiltily fondling and
caressing and abusing myself. Taunting me, slapping me, Big Mistress Linda
invariably forces me to look her straight in the eye as contemptuously belittles
me, mocking my shameful, humiliating, yet undeniably arousing actions.
This can go on for what seems like hours, but finally, after thoroughly debasing
me this way, my mistress eventually tires of this admittedly rather tame sport
and chains me back up. Then she takes a more aggressive, straight-forward
physical approach to my subjugation.
Straddling my body, Big Linda squares and spreads her muscular shoulders, her
spike-gloved hands coming up to heft and cup those heavy tits in a challenging
display of their glorious abundance. Then she falls atop me, wrenching my head
forward and burying my face in that fleshy embrace.
Twisting her powerful shoulders violently back and forth, she starts beating me
about, bludgeoning me with that lush, firmly strapped and supported weight.
On man! Battered and beaten, pummeled by those swinging, slapping, pounding pink
globes, I endure this heavenly assault meekly, knowing it's only the beginning.
Big Linda's power over me is unlimited, after all, and with its every increasing
expression her strange, sadistic compulsion to brutally dominate and subjugate
me only grows greater.
Exulting in my humble, servile posture, she flails away for long minutes,
thoroughly thrashing me with those massive, womanly tits. Then she immediately
scrambles up my body and forces me to perform oral sex on her. Squashing her
hot, juicy pussy in my reddened face, Big Linda Skrue will grab both hands full
of my long brown hair and make me service her hungry cunt for what seems like
hours.
Pinned under her towering body, held motionless while she grinds her crotch
against me and growls with pure animal pleasure, I'll humbly lick and suck and
tongue and nibble at the fleshy folds of Big Linda's exalted womanhood until I'm
completely exhausted. Yet any brief let-up or faulty technique is swiftly
punished, with a rough cuff to the head, stinging slaps, or with cruel, hard
twists and jerks on my vulnerable sex organs. Eventually she's reduced to
actually humping my increasingly raw, red face, burying it in her crotch and
vigorously rubbing herself off on it. Yet even when she's finally had enough,
when she finally grunts her satisfaction and rudely pushes me away, it hardly
even seems a respite.
She'll then turn immediately to my perpetually hard cock, giving it such an
endless, tireless workout that it will ache for literally days afterward.
Frankly I don't even know how she does it. For hours it's just fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck. Always devising newer motions and rhythms and points of balance, Big
Linda Skrue grips me with her well-trained vagina or her firm, tight, muscular
asshole and works herself on me like I'm some kind of inanimate exercise
machine. Glaring down, with her wide shoulders squared and her huge chest thrust
challengingly out, she rides my helplessly spread form furiously, panting and
cursing and screaming at me in ceaseless demand.
Fortunately it's a demand I'm usually able to meet. Thanks to the single most
beneficial effect of my disability, my perpetual hard-on is an aching constant.
As long and hard as Big Linda keeps it up, as violently as she humps and pumps
and lunges and plunges away, I still remain completely and respectfully erect.
Good thing, too. After this long, I know better than to dare to lose control.
She's always got a suitable punishment waiting, always got a worse way to
dominate and subjugate and humiliate my captive manhood. You know what I'm
talking about. At least several times a night now Big Linda gloatingly turns the
proverbial tables on me, strapping on a long, hard rubber dildo and brutally
fucking me right up the ass. And yet still, as I'm just barely learning to
admit, even this most intimate invasion eventually manages to get to me.
Regardless of my complete heterosexuality, regardless of the dire, maybe even
fatal insult to my manhood, regardless of even what it says about me personally,
deep down inside where you'd rather not look, I've somehow found that even
submitting to involuntary sodomy has its unnatural appeal.
Even as Big Linda positions a pile of pillows and rolls me over onto it, cuffing
my hands behind my back and wrenching apart my helpless legs, even as she
spreads my cheeks wide and nudges open my tender, once-virgin butt-hole, I can't
help myself from wanting it, needing it. By now this big bad she-bitch has
ground me so deeply into submission that even being anally raped with a strap-on
dildo becomes an ordeal of sick, masochistic pleasure.
With my burning face and inevitably hard, erect cock mashed into the pillows,
feeling the cool breeze caressing my vulnerable ass thrust high in the air, I
invariably relish my coming subversion. My hot, hungry hole seems to gape with
need, drinking up the little lubrication B'Linda affords me, and I moan with
anticipation as she works it in. Then at last Big Linda Skrue mounts me, sliding
her hard rubber cock smoothly, deeply up into my open hole.
Ah, heaven. Her pistoning hips quickly build up a relentless, pneumatic rhythm,
and my complete and utter prostration stirs awake those strange, deeply rooted
needs and hungers I'd rather not acknowledge. Cruelly taken and subjugated,
brutally corn-holed by this golden-haired demon, my darkest dreams of dominance
and control come violently to life.
Handcuffed and straddled, hard as a rock, I arch my back, eagerly welcoming Big
Bad Linda's violent invasion. Moaning and groaning in unconcealed ecstasy,
wallowing in a taboo pleasure that would earn me the scorn of almost everyone I
know, I can only lie there whimpering and marvel at the extent of my incredible
transformation.
This is what I live for now. There's absolutely no question. This is my whole
reason for being.
Each painful, spearing thrust of Big Linda's hard, heavy black god-cock forces
me deeper and deeper into a final acceptance of my permanent new role: a
helpless whipping boy, condemned to suffer for the vile sins of the entire male
sex.
After all, it's only what I deserve for harboring such sick, twisted desires in
the pit of my pervert soul. Speaking of which, trapped between the soft pillows
piled beneath me and my rudely ridden hips, my rock-hard, long-suffering cock
still throbs ever more powerfully, betraying the animal urgency of my perverse,
overweening lust for emasculation. And still it gets harder, hotter, as Big
Linda Skrue starts goading me on, forcing me as ever to acknowledge the
incredible extent of my ridiculously degrading, humiliating circumstances.
Slapping me, striking me, she slams up into me harder and harder, shrieking all
the while. "Take my cock, you fucking little pig! Take it all! Every inch! Take
it like you deserve! You SLUT! You SLAVE! You CUNT-HOLE LITTLE BITCH-PIG-WHORE!
You live for this! You and every other worthless, repulsive little
pig-slut-male! Admit it! Admit your guilty pleasure! Admit your sick, disgusting
little needs! You pervert! You want my big cock! You need it! Don't you! You
need to pay for having that dirty, vile little penis, and this is how! Admit it,
Slut-boy!"
Big Linda Skrue hammers herself into me, so forcefully that the headboard slams
the wall, burying the entire length of her long, black, nine-inch cock deep in
my receptive anus. Then she begins rotating her hips, grinding that impaling
spike around and around and around, piercing my body to the core and demanding
that I beg her for the shameful, exquisite pleasure.
Of course, I waste no time in complying. Soon I'm yelping and wailing and crying
out sharply into the pillow, going, "Give me your cock, give it to me, give to
me, FUCK ME Big Bad Linda! Fuck me HARD! I need it! I do! I'm a sick little
Slut-boy-cunt! I need your cock, I need your penis! Fuck me with it, fuck me
with your big cock HARD!"
Naturally Big Linda obliges, first pulling almost all the way out of me and then
savagely plunging it back in, piercing me with such a deep, brutally sudden
thrust that I shrilly squeal out like a stuck little piglet on a skewer. Then
she picks up where she so recently left off, hammering her stiff, hard prick
cruelly, remorselessly down into my upraised, openly dilated asshole.
Good lord. Panting and screaming and cussing me out, Big Mistress Linda
viciously takes my virtue, and as ever the sound of her savage exultation
deliciously accentuates my own shameful, burning excitement. Finally, as her
pounding thrusts at last climax in a brutal, spearing frenzy, my desperately
hot, humiliating arousal suddenly boils completely over at last.
Goaded on by the brisk, rhythmic friction between the soft pillows piled under
me and my roughly, rudely ridden body, my pounding, straining, rock-hard
cock-head finally forgets everything I've had to painfully learn about
restraint. Tingling, burning with an insane sensory fire, it slips back and
forth and back and forth against the satiny slope below me until it finally
ejaculates explosively in mind-blowing, ball-draining release.
Spilling my stupid seed I cry out wretchedly, helplessly, listening to Big Bad
Linda shriek with fury. Pumping my filthy hot come everywhere, soiling the
silken pillows with my shameful crime, I know all the while what surely comes
next.
It's the whip, of course, for wasting a precious load of come without my
mistress' expressed permission. Yet by now I can hardly regret that
transgression. After such a deeply demeaning, emotionally exhausting ordeal,
even that kind of strict, corporal punishment has its own rewards.
Lying there, choking on a ball gag, twisting and writhing under the stinging,
lashing strokes of Big Mistress Linda's heaviest whip, feeling my skin welt up
and even break open in places, I let the intense agony sear the humiliating
experiences of the last several hours deep into my being.
After the extreme way I debased myself, there's some perverse part of me that
actually needs this pain, craves it, and as she vengefully flails away at me my
naked and extravagantly suffering body eventually begins to respond. Soon my
spent, wasted little cock begins twitching, then bobbing and growing, and then
finally it once again juts proudly into the air, as hard and tall and rigidly
erect as a standing stone.
Once again I'm ready for Big Linda Skrue, ready for her to use and abuse me, to
rape and fuck me, to take my pathetic, worthless little male body and have her
savage, brutal way with it. And of course she always does. That's what B'Linda's
midnight visits are all about.
