Sub Seeks Dom

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Sub Seeks Dom

Lynn is young, attractive, has a job she enjoys and, most importantly, a boyfriend who provides all the kinky sex she could want. But when her boyfriend relocates to a foreign country, poor Lynn is cut off from her beloved B&D games. When she recovers from the shock, she decides to seek out a new partner. Her search leads her to become a bondage model for a website and that, in turn, leads her to some wild adventures filled with females in strict bondage, scary predicaments, unique punishments and unhindered sex.
A typical John Savage novel, in other words.

Published May 2024
Word Count = 46,000

The first action, as was normal, was the binding of her hands behind her back. He bent her arms upward behind her so that the hands were between her shoulder blades. There he tied her wrists together in a crossed position. A considerable amount of rope was the wrapped around her body, pressing her arms tightly against her back. In the front, the ropes passed over the tops of her breasts and was cinched down so firmly that it made her gasp. The rope was knotted far away from her fingers. Lynn knew from experience that there was absolutely no way she could free her arms when tied like this. It felt good. Already her pussy was heating up and wonderful tingle was spreading down her spine.
Carl had her sit on the bed while it tied her legs. Taking his time, he bound them at the ankles, above and below the knees. All were cinched down firmly and knotted three times.
Lynn looked over to the discipline hood. Very soon that black leather would be encasing her head, firmly but lovingly squeezing and adding wonderfully to her helpless feeling. It was frightening but there was no way she would call a halt. Besides, Carl would probably laugh at her and continue anyway.
Having been hogtied many times by him, she noted that the rope binding her legs just above her knees had not been cinched down tightly. That fact told her that he did not plan to turn this into a hogtie. In a hogtie the legs being bent backwards as the ankles were tied to the wrists (or usually the elbows) would make the area just above her knees expand. If the rope there were already tied as tightly as possible, they would cut in even more. This was unsatisfactory if she was to remain hogtied for any length of time. It would not only hurt but could also impede the circulation in her lower legs. Whatever the final binding was, it would not be in a hogtie. At least not a tight one.
Which made her think about a little contest they often engaged in. She would be bound in an extreme hogtie and left in it. The purpose was to determine how long she could endure the uncomfortable restraints before she was begging to be untied. The current record was two hours and twenty-four minutes. The pressure marks on her limbs were quite pronounced. And the immobility often became quite unpleasant. An erotic turn-on to be sure, but discomfort bordering on painful.
She was happy to see that he had picked the smallest ball gag. He might be a cruel Master in some ways, but he cared for his little slave and would see to it that the treatment would never cause any serious pain or damage. She opened her mouth willingly and he stuffed it in and buckled the strapped tightly.
“Say something,” he told her.
The words were muffled gut pretty much understandable. “Ure crewell,” she forced out as he reached for the discipline hood.
“Got that right, bitch,” he told her as he spread open the leather hood. It thrilled him to her eyes open wide with fear. Probably she was having second thoughts about that night’s game. She even pulled back her head when he tried to place the hood over her. Given the way she was tied, it was easy to imagine that she had changed her mind. Or course, she might just be playing along with the game – a helpless damsel being molested against her will. Maybe… But it made no difference to him. A wonderfully strong sense of power was flowing through him. This was great!
Lynn moaned and shook her body. It was either a serious attempt to get him to stop or a very good job of acting the part.
He laced up the hood in back about as tightly as he could, knotted the laces several times and threaded the strap at the bottom through the buckle until it would not reach the next hole. He added the small padlock through the tongue and stood back to admire his handiwork.
It was, indeed, a beautiful package. Lynn was naked, of course, and quite tightly bound. Many times he had left her alone with orders try her best to escape from the ropes. But even with the threat or punishment for failure, she was never able to work her way free of the ropes. He loved the way her hands were crossed and tied just above her shoulder blades. There were numerous windings of rope around her torso and arms, locking them hard against her back. He had even arranged rope over the palms of her hands to hold them open and pressed tightly against her back. She could wiggle her fingers some but they were rendered useless for any attempt to reach or work on knots.
It pleased him so very much when she shook her body violently from side to side as if trying to force her arms out of the ropes. The effort left her not the tiniest bit closer to freedom.
For a minute he considered running rope from her ankles up to her wrists and turn the bondage into a hogtie as he had threatened. Since he had told her she would be tied and hooded all night, when she felt her legs folding back, she would know that he was turning it into a hogtie. The idea of actually doing that to her was dammed attractive to him. He would roll her over onto her stomach and, as he pulled her legs to force her into a strained arch, he would enjoy seeing how much she struggled in a useless attempt to prevent it. It would only be natural for her to assume that the hogtie was the way she was condemned to spend the entire night. That should create a bit of a panic in her mind. He smiled at the thought.
At that point she had fallen back and way lying on her bound arms. He loved the way her breasts rose and fell as she panted. He also noted that she had freshly shaved her pubic patch. She knew how much he liked that, a nice clean, smooth mound inviting him to do things to it.
Grabbing her tied legs, it was easy to turn her over. Now that wonderfully smooth and soft ass was facing him. The tight ropes cutting into her arms and legs was an exciting sight also. For a while he simply stared at the beautiful and extremely helpless package he had created. Her leather covered head turned from side to side as if she were trying to see what he was doing. Very probably she was remembering his threat to leave her in a hogtie all night. He would ask her later, but he was guessing that what was running through her mind at that point was a delicious combination of fear and excitement.
Returning to his original task, he bent her legs at the knees so that her feet were sticking straight up. He then tied the end of a short rope to that already around her ankles, knotted it and was passing the other end up and around the rope on her wrists. At that point, her body jerked and a surprised noise escaped out from under the hood. She was now sure that he was hogtying her! Her fingers fluttered uselessly and her body tried to twist around to avoid the connection of her feet to her hands. It was, of course, a useless attempt and, after a minute or so, she calmed down. Her protest took on the form or muttered attempts at what were probably curse words. Which he ignored as he pulled her feet as close to her hands as he could force them. When the final knots were tied her body was in a back-breaking arch.
It was beautiful!
Carl had a mean somewhat sadistic in him but he wasn’t stupid. There was no way he was going to force her to endure eight hours of agony that would probably exceed even her limits, even as incredibly high as they were.
Besides, a certain part of his anatomy was aching to plunge into one or more of the holes of her body. He had no intension of having to deny himself satisfaction of his own lust. No way! It was okay for her to suffer extreme frustration for hours on end, but he was not planning such for himself.
He did, however, have plans to make her feel even more helpless – if that were possible. Going to the dresser, he fetched a feather duster. It was simply a stick with a cluster of very soft feathers attached to one end. He never used it for dusting, but rather to stimulate the nerves in very sensitive parts of her body. Lynn, he had discovered, was very ticklish. Very ticklish.
At the first touch of the soft feathers against her bare flank, a greatly muffled but nevertheless surprisingly loud scream sounded in the bed room.
Carl took his time. He worked the feathers ever so gently over all that bare skin. Her struggles were epic but absolutely useless. At times he had to use his free hand to hold her down or she would have rolled off the bed. When he grew tired of attacking her sides and the bottom of her feet, he rolled her on to her side so he could turn his attention to those perky and firm breasts that he so loved to tease and torment.
All good things must come to an end, as he was fond of saying. Eventually he grew tired of stimulating the laugh nerves and tossed the feather duster aside. Her struggles had diminished and the screams of laughter were not as loud now. The fact that he was getting a bad case of “blue balls” had nothing to do with it. Besides, he was certain that her body was hot and more than ready for the impaling of her sex.
Reluctantly he untied the last rope to go on and allowed her legs to unfold from the hogtie. Pausing for a few moments, he considered her still bound legs. It would have been nice if he could penetrate her sex without having to untying them. And it was possible, he knew. All he would have to do would be to place her on her knees with her top half resting on the bed. When her body was bent at the hips, it was possible for a man to shove his rod into her cunt from behind. He had done just that on occasion. Lynn enjoyed it because she remained very helpless. But they both agreed that doing it that way didn’t allow him to plunge deeply into her. Not when compared to the standard way of putting her on her back and spreading her legs widely.
Eager to be about the screwing, he began untying the ropes from her legs. But half way through that task, he got an idea. There were ways to keep her legs spread widely and yet immobile. When the last rope was off, he pushed her onto her back, took one leg and lifted it up and back until her foot was level with her head. Then he tied rope around the ankle and ran it up to the headboard. The bed was one that he had purchased with bondage in mind. It was constructed of metal tubing about two inches in diameter and quite solidly welded together. When he pulled her right leg up, he passed the rope around the right side of the head piece and pulled until her leg was almost flat against the bed. The left leg followed on the other side. When he was finished, her legs were spread quite nicely and her cunt readily available.
When he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself with his stiff erection pointing directly at the target, he paused to insert a finger. It came out juicy and he knew that Lynn was more than ready. The slight humping of her hips and the noises she was making confirmed it.
He took the plunge and was rewarded with a muffled but very sincere cry of pleasure.
He tried to take his time, but he knew his woman very intimately. He had only pumped away a dozen times when he sensed that she was having an orgasm. Had to be a new record for the young woman, he figured and decided he might as well go on for another record: highest number of consecutive orgasm from one fucking.
In a Herculean effort, he managed to hold off on his own climax for as long as he could. He lost count somewhere after seven, but Lynn told him later that she was sure the final count was ten.
Much later, after recovering from the arduous session, he untied her legs and retied them in a more conventional spread to the bottom corners of the bed. They fell asleep with her still tied and hooded and him cuddling her in his arms.