Overnight dungeon

Hazel and I had quite a social, week – both Tuesday and Thursday we were out to munches, both celebrating her birthday.

We planned to meet up Saturday evening so I decided that I would not cum for Friday or Saturday and instructed Hazel not to touch herself on Saturday. While I was out shopping Hazel was sending me text messages describing what we might get up to in the evening, which got me hot and horny and I told her I was running a risk of showing a bulge the queue in the shop, which only made her do it more. Although it backfired as it got her horny and a good reminder she wasn’t allowed to touch!

We met up in the evening for a meal (all-you-can-eat Chinese, yum) and to watch some stand-up comedy, which was fun. Then I took her home for a nice surprise…

I had her strip naked then blindfolded her and led her into my spare room. There I told her that I was going to take ownership of her, and her body was going to be mine to do with as I wanted. I then put a chain around her ankle locked with a padlock, then another around her neck locked with a padlock, and both of them were locked with a padlock to a radiator, and I handcuffed her. I took her blindfold off to let her see the bed and duvet in the small room with the radiator which would be her home until I chose to unlock her.

I had originally planned to put the chain around her ankle with the open lock in place and tell her that by closing the lock she would be submitting to my will. But I realised that she doesn’t want to wilfully submit like that, she wants to be taken and be made to submit. So I decided to remove the choice and just take her will without asking. I’d talked through it enough before to know she would get off on that approach. I had earlier told her where there were bolt cutters in the room in case of real emergency, so she knew she was never in any serious peril, but in quite a bit of ‘play peril’ J

I left her to think about her situation for a while. I went to my room, thought about her in chains and started stroking my cock. Once I thought she’d settled in, I slipped a condom onto my hard shaft and went to visit her. As we’d pre-arranged, I climbed onto her bed, pulled her legs apart and thrust myself into her pussy – just using her as a fuck-toy. Once I’d done with her, I walked out.

It actually felt very strange, treating her like that. Particularly used to hugging her and making sure she’s okay once we’ve been ‘intimate’ but that didn’t feel right if I was objectifying her as a cum-bucket. If she’d have said anything which was out of character with her ‘owned slave’ persona I would have stopped treating her that way. She had a phone to call me if she needed me (she called to ask for some water at one point) so she was well looked after even if treated as a slave.

I initially had her in steel handcuffs. I put them on quite loose as I was concerned about them cutting in if too tight overnight. Later I thought that maybe leaving them on her all night might be tough for her (she likes soft bondage, which was one reason why I used steel) but when I went to remove them I found she’d already slipped out of them – next time, leather cuffs or tighter steel!

My favourite position was when she was face down and I use the steel cuffs to secure her hands behind her. I was then able to slip into her and she had no choice but to bite the pillow and struggle but accept it.

Sleeping the other end of the house, I was in two minds about whether I should be going into her room to wake her to use her at all times of the night (although turned out partly that was because I was so exhausted I wouldn’t have been much use at 5am). Fortunately I could hear her using the bathroom (the chains were just long enough) so knew when I could pounce on her while still awake. I made use of that a few times through the night/morning. The last time I did that, I decided to take her duvet and pillows away, leaving her chained up and lying naked on a bare bed. But only that way a short while.

I realised one element missing from the scenario – that if she were a proper slave she would have been branded. Not wanting to miss out on the completeness of the experience, I found a permanent marker and wrote “Property of mortice” across her arse.

My last act of objectification was that I came into her room with a cup of tea for myself and said I’d made her a coffee but left it outside. It was a distance down the corridor, but unfortunately it was close enough for her to easily reach still chained (just out of reach would have been much more fun).

I released her and we hugged, no longer as object and owner but as girlfriend and boyfriend, although I think it took her a while to adjust out of the submissive role. We talked through what worked and what didn’t and we agreed we both enjoyed the experience and would discuss ideas to make it better next time.