Erotic Domination Story – Elaine’s Story Part 1
by Elaine
In my dreams, I am taken by several sultry, lustful women to a remote mountain hideaway. There I am forced to serve as their captive Latex clad slave! Ever clothed in rubber from head to toe ( a black maids uniform trimmed in white) I must serve their intimate needs as well as bathe, assist them while dressing and serving their food. I am forever gagged and my wrists and ankles wear cuffs and chains designed to allow me to move about in extremely high heels and complete my assignments while still reminding me that I am in servitude.
Inexperienced and awkward, I sometimes displease my Mistresses for which I receive De-merits. Punishment in Bondage is the only way to erase the black marks against me. When not performing my routine duties I am usually found in a distressing position in the dungeon deep within the basement of the chalet. Sometimes I am bound severely (heavy gags and blinders) and left to lay in the darkness to wonder in anxiety about my traumatic situation. Will I ever be able to escape? Dread overcomes me whenever I find a Mistress in a vile mood, for I know that pain will accompany whatever stringent conditions are imposed
upon my helpless body.
The dungeon, sometimes lit by dim soft lights and at times glaring with the harshness of floodlights is full of devious devices all intended to disburse misery and discomfort to whomever is affixed to the mechanism. I especially fear the RACK a large round wheel where I have often been suspended wide spread completely vulnerable to the mischievous offerings of the moody Dominants. While on the RACK I am normally hooded with Latex and a mouth filling gag. With my eyes sealed I can never anticipate what is about to occur. Stretched to the nth degree, my nude body covered in perspiration while at the same time chilled with apprehension, I breathe in short bated breaths awaiting the fall of a whip, or perhaps the burning sear of Hot Wax as it is cruelly dribbled on the most tender parts of my torso!!!!! But then again it may be the cold hard bite of clamps digging into my exposed nipples or often the swollen lips of my clitoris!!!!!
Whether hog-tied in a ball, stretched on the rack, hanging from chains or bent over the whipping block, it takes hours to earn the right to remove a single De-merit from my chalk board where the black marks always out number the Atta-boys. Held helpless throughout the long nights, I pray that sleep will over come the misery, but it seldom does for the Dommes take turns throughout the long hours to be certain that there slave is always well attended. Over and over I am brought to an erotic peak, but never ever allowed an orgasm!!!! It becomes truly frustrating over time as I am continually brought to my limits of ecstasy and then cruelly dashed with the coldness of disappointment!!!!
Each day that dawns brings another style of Butt plug and/or dildo that I must wear in my now tender orifices as I don my uniform and start my rounds of attendance!
to be continued ………..
[image credit – Jim Weathers at BondageCafe]
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