- BDSM
- The Tool Shed
Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click hereYou've been bad again and disobeyed your master. He's leading you out of the house, tugging at your collar telling you to hurry up. Easy for him to say, he's not wearing a blindfold and his arms aren't tied behind his back.
It's so cold out you begin shivering almost immediately. You're only wearing a locked leather chastity belt, some rope and a ball gag. It's December, you're not sure what time, but it's quiet, probably nighttime.
You reach the stairs and almost slip on the bottom step. Your master grabs you by the arm and pulls you up, forcefully. You love his forcefulness, his roughness, and his strength, but you crave his control and restraint even more.
Your mind quickly flashes to the last time he denied your orgasm. Your master tormented you with pleasure for five days, but would not let you cum. He came in you as often as he pleased, but never gave you relief. You were frustrated and alternating between feelings of agony and anger towards your master. Thinking about it now makes your pussy tingle.
You wonder why now of all times you are thinking about this. You think about him often. You're addicted to the way he makes you feel. Even now, in the front yard, you wish your master would remove your chastity belt and fuck you hard so the neighbors could peek through their windows to watch.
You're thoughts come back to reality when you feel sharp pain on your feet. Shit. You know where he's taking you as soon as you feel the sharp rocks beneath your feet. The pain cause you to shudder and you feel you pussy tingle again. Your master still tugging at your collar, you try to walk faster, but it hurts and you wonder if your feet are bleeding.
You're already starting to regret your disobedience and your stomach is in knots wondering what your master will do to you.
He stops pulling on the leash and in response you stop immediately and wait for instructions. You are so cold your teeth are chattering against the ball gag.
You hear him unlocking the lock and turning the knob to the tool shed in the yard. Your master grabs your collar and guides you up the step into the shed. Your feet hurt, your shaking uncontrollably from the cold and your pussy is now dripping wet. Droll has leaked from your mouth, down your neck and on to your tits, causing an icy burning sensation intensifying as it rolls down your icy body.
Your master tells you to get on your knees and you do. He tells you to lean forward while he lowers you down slowly, suspending you by the collar and leash. He stops as soon as your nipples touch the floor and holds you there.
Your choking, your eyes are tearing now and spit is flung from the crevices between your lips and the ball gag as you try to breath. You are in total darkness, in extreme pain and freezing cold. You sincerely regret your disobedience now and hope your master will forgive you.
Your master lowers you until all your weight is on your chest, stomach and legs as you gasp for breath. Blood rushes to your head and sending tiny tremors to your cunt. You almost cum as your aching clit presses against the damp, cold leather of the chastity belt.
He lifts your arms, and cuts the rope off your wrists, depriving you of the intimacy you feel when he unties you. Your arms fall to your side and are both numb and stinging from cold.
When he speaks, he tells you to lie on your back and you quickly comply.
He grabs your arms, tells you to make a fist. He grabs your fists and pushes down on your arms until your wrists are nearly touching your shoulders and tells you to keep your arms in this position while he wraps them in duct tape. He's not even going to bind your arms with rope and that hurts. At least the duct tape covers your skin and provides a tiny, but noticeable amount of warmth.
Next he grabs your legs and pushes them towards you until your heels are touching your ass. Then he wraps your legs in duct tape. You imagine them looking a little like shark fins.
Lying on your back, you're wondering what your master has planned for you. Your punishment has already been effective, and now you wish it was over. You even vowed to never disobey him again, but you know it won't be too long before you crave this again. You need your relief, you need to feel pain. This thought turns on, and for a brief moment you forgot about the cold.
Your master tells you to sit up and helps pull up you to a sitting position. Then he stands behind and tells you to lean forward as he grabs you by the waist with both hands. As you lean farther forward, gravity starts to pull you to the floor. Your master picks you up by the waist as you start to fall forward, shifting your center of gravity. You are now facing the floor as your master sets you down on your elbows and knees.
Your master tells you that for your punishment, he has made you into an end table. He says that when you are disobedient, you are of little value to him and will be stored like a piece of furniture that is no longer wanted. And then he leaves, closing and locking the door behind him.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 7 years agoI like that it is from the subs point of view. It is obvious to me, as a sub in real life, that the sub in the story trusts her dom. Nothing in this story led me to the conclusion of abuse. The set up was great and I dont feel like it should have had to have been defended or have a disclaimer.
Since the story is very clearly written from the pov of the blindfolded sub, it is easy to understand that she would think he left. She cant see so she is going off sound, so we dont know what the dom actually did. I would like to read a continuation of this story.
Thanks for sharing your talent. Not everyone will get it . Screw those people.
domguycaover 7 years agoAuthorThere's always a second person.
When you are creating this type of illusion, there would presumably be a second person already in the shed.
This would have been so much more fun to reveal that in the next chapter when you get a bigger glimpse into the relationship of the Master and slave.
Part of the plot development is about the TRUST the slave has for her Master. There are very subtle references to this in the story.
For example, when the sub almost slips, but her Master doesn't let harm come to her. This is your first safety indicator.
A sadist would let her fall, then yank her collar dragging her chocking and clawing her way through the rocks on hands and knees. See the difference?
The second safety indicator was the slave wondered if her feet are bleeding. To be fair, this is so subtle, it's more of something to be discovered later after reading future chapters, then having the bigger picture come together (illumination).
"You love his forcefulness, his roughness, and his strength, but you crave his control and restraint even more." Does it sound like the slave is describing a twisted fuck? Do you get the difference between a controlling person and a person who has control and restraint?
"He lifts your arms, and cuts the rope off your wrists, depriving you of the intimacy you feel when he unties you.". If there's intimacy, is there not trust? Think about the depth of that statement. What kind of relationship do you think the Master and slave have if cutting the ropes off deprive the slave of intimacy?
Nice to see some comments where people are thinking critically. I'll add a disclaimer, but here's my thoughts on some of this.
As much as I want the world to be a different place, it just isn't. It's not a safe place. Books, works of fiction, stories, however these are healthy ways for people to explore their fantasies. They read about things that they would never do in real life. It's a way to experience or live out the fantasy SAFELY.
Are some people dumb as dirt? Are some people sick and twisted sadists? Are some people crazy? Yep. Remember the Aurora shooting? That guy thought he was the Joker from the Batman movie. Do you think his life would have turned out differently if he had never watched the Batman movies?
Just think about how dangerous bondage can actually be. Using the same logic, do you not agree that every story about bondage requires lots of safety disclaimers?
Can we just accept the fact that world isn't safe and rely a little more on developing our own skills to stay safer? These types of conversations are very valuable to that purpose, but making the world "safer" really isn't. You are only making yourself more comfortable.
gentleone58over 7 years agoYour story clearly says he leaves closing the door behind him, so she was left bound alone.
gentleone58over 7 years agoI read your defense of your story and I understand what you are trying to do. However, there are people that read this site to learn more about the lifestyle. Even if fantasy one should not portray a Dom/Master as leaving a sub bound alone ever. It is a safety issue. The fact that your story has her very cold and yes, we do not know what is going to happen next, but just leaving her bound at all alone is not something that should be done. Perhaps if you had prefaced the story with this is a fantasy and should not be done. It does read like he is abusive and I may be wrong in focussing on him leaving her bound as she is blindfolded and he may have closed the door but stayed with her. There is no indication either way.
Anonymousover 7 years agoThere are NO mispellings in fornophilia.
