Genres: rope bondage, barefoot, satin, humiliation, slave training
Video language: English
Was this man even human? The soles of my feet were bright red and screaming with pain and I could hardly walk (and I certainly didn't want to, I couldn't stand the idea of him seeing me struggling). When we got back upstairs I curled up into a ball and resolved not to talk to him any more. My only hope was to be left alone till the pain was gone, and not dragged back down to the dungeon. I couldn't have ever imagined that a modern girl, living in England would have ended up in fear of a dungeon, whips, some sort of weird Master....
Just when I was resolving not to let him do anything with me from now on, it seemed that he had other ideas. He brought out some long lengths of rope and proceeded to tie me up, tightly. Of course I protested - the last thing I wanted was to be restrained again, my feet were still throbbing a warning to me, and the thought of more punishment was, frankly terrifiying....
When I was finally bound into a tight, uncomfortable ball, with my knees almost touching my chin and my hands tied uselessly behind me he rolled me over in front of the sofa and, just when I thought he might be about to leave me in peace, proceeded to use me as a footstool! To be treated like this without one word of explaination was, again, simply too much for me; my fury was overwhelming.
Looking back, I can't believe I was so slow on the uptake. Lying on the floor with some random stranger's feet resting on me was unbearably humiliating and the only way I could think of to gain some control over the situation was to make an attempt at conversation. Surely he couldn't actually ENJOY treating a nice, educated girl like me in this way, could he? Apparently he could. Every time I spoke, he seemed to find a more uncomfortable part of my body to rest his boots on; when I found myself with his feet planted on my head, and my face squashed into the carpet, I finally guessed what he was looking for from me - silence. Once I realised that this was, in fact, some bizarre kind of training exercise, I did my very best to comply.Difficult though it was, I kept quiet, and eventually, EVENTUALLY, he relented, and finally untied me.
Unquestionably this sequence of events had ended in victory for him, and he didn't bother to hide his pleasure . Strangely, though, I realised my feelings were rather different. Cruel though this episode had been, I felt the beginnings of a grudging respect for him; at least he'd been fair, and had rewarded me when I'd behaved in the way he'd prescribed.... If only I could work out the rules here, perhaps I could avoid further pain and humiliation? But I was hungry, tired and still angry (my feet were still sore, and the dungeon loomed darkly in my mind).
I wasn't sure if I could manage to anticipate any more of his demands, and dispite my new, confused feelings for him, I still wasn't at all sure that I wanted to let him win..
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