Fit to be Tied

 

Copyright 1995 Lance Edwards

 

 

 

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 incredible Mistress. She�s just so demanding, so forceful, that I�ve had no choice but to submit completely to her total domination.

 

Savoring my supreme soul-thralldom, my complete and utter helplessness, Big Mistress Linda 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 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, hog-tied up tight or 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 unlimited exercise of power over a man, regardless of the particulars, and so she�s always cruelly merciless: intentionally demeaning me, 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 Mistress Linda 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, mocking my shameful, humiliating, yet undeniably arousing actions, Big Mistress Linda invariably forces me to look her straight in the eye as she contemptuously belittles me.� This can go on for what seems like hours, but finally, after thoroughly debasing me this way, Mistress eventually tires of this admittedly rather tame sport. Stopping me short of consummation she chains me back up. Then she decides to take a more aggressive, straightforward 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, brutally 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 expression her strange, sadistic compulsion to dominate me only grows greater.

 

Exulting in my humble, servile posture, she flails away for long minutes, thoroughly thrashing me with those fatty 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 shiny 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, engulfing my fully extended tongue and vigorously rubbing herself off on me. Yet even when she�s finally had enough, when she finally grunts her temporary conditional 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 Mistress Linda grips me with her well-trained vagina or her firm, tight, muscular asshole and works herself on me like I�m some kind of unbreakable inanimate exercise machine. Glaring down, with her wide shoulders squared and her huge, dangerous chest thrust challengingly out, she rides my helplessly spread body 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, she beats me down and brutally fucks me right up the ass. And yet still, as I�m just barely learning to admit, even this most ultimate, intimate invasion of my body eventually manages to arouse 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 suddenly find myself 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 has become 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 hungry hole seems to gape with need, drinking up the little lubrication my mistress 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 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 cock forces me deeper into an acceptance of my permanent new role: a helpless little 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 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 it 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 LITTLE BITCH-PIG-CUNT-HOLE-WHORE! You live for this! You and every other worthless, repulsive 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, these days 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-butt-cunt! I need your hard cock; I need your big penis! Fuck me with it, 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 rubber prick cruelly, remorselessly down into my upraised, openly dilated asshole.

 

Good lord. Panting and screaming and cussing me out, Big Mistress Linda viciously takes every last vestige of 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 finds an outlet 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 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 regularly debase 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 Big Linda�s Midnight Visits are all about.���������

 

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