Blog : Story - Helping Her Mistress

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5/7/2024 5:17 am

Story - Helping Her Mistress - 5

She didn’t sleep. No matter how much she tossed and turned she could not get comfortable. The binds chafed her wrists and ankles and made it difficult to move; the gag made it difficult to breathe. And she was tormented by what had happened already and nervous about what lay ahead. She may have finally fallen asleep - and probably did - but it was an uneasy and restless sleep.

All too soon she heard the footsteps of the attendants drawing near. She felt them release her from the restraints, remove the gag and blindfold, and help her to her feet. The cape was placed around her neck and attached through the o-ring on the collar. She was directed to clean herself and prepare for the day. She washed her face, brushed her teeth, and combed her hair, all under the watchful eyes of the attendants. When she presented herself to them they applied some makeup and lipstick and then anointed her with some scented oil. As they did, they noticed a tiny bit of stubble around her labia. One of the attendants quickly removed it with an electric razor. They looked her over carefully until they were satisfied with her appearance, Then they led her to the dining room where she was given a light breakfast before being taken back to the serving room where she resumed her duties - again, assigned cigar and drink duty.

The next few hours passed uneventfully. She was already accustomed to seeing her fellow submissives used at whim and obediently helped prepare them when selected by one the Masters. She kept waiting to be beckoned, on guard and alert for the signal, but for this morning she was passed over. But she drew no comfort from this. There was a long afternoon and evening ahead.

After lunch, she was surprised to be taken to another room. She saw rows of chairs arranged around a stage. On the stage was a table with an amazing amount of rope and a chair. She also noticed that there were large screens around the stage and the room and that she appeared on them in vivid high definition. She realized that whatever was going to happen was going to be televised and witnessed by those in the room but also by those watching via live stream. This realization caused her to stumble on her way up to the stage. The attendants quickly caught her, righted her, and led her to the center of the stage. Soon, a Master in formal attire appeared. He gave her barely a glance, simply faced the audience, and announced the program. “It is our pleasure to welcome you to the Showcase Room. Today, we are honored to have one of the true Shibari artists with us.” At that, a tall gentleman rose from the audience and came forward. “He will demonstrate a variety of ties - from the clean and simple, to the ornate and complicated - and will do so using this Submissive (pointing at her) as his model. There is no need to take pictures, although you are welcome to, as this is being streamed (her fear realized) and will be available to you on demand on our private network.”

With that, the host master left and she was alone with the Shibari Master. He explained to her, and the audience, that he would be tying her in several different positions to demonstrate the artistic opportunities afforded by Shibari. She would not be in any one position very long. But she must relax and give herself to his artistry in order for the demonstration to be successful. He smiled at her - not meanly - and asked if she understood. She nodded yes. He removed her cape, turned to the audience, and said, “Let’s begin.”

He was indeed a Master. She found herself bound in one position after another - breasts, elbows tied, arms tied behind her head, waist harness, waist harness with cuffs and crotch rope (which aggravated her pussy - still sore from the previous day’s abuse - but she fought the urge to struggle or complain), frog tie (thigh connected to ankle), hog tie (wrists connected to ankle), and more. His movements were sure and deft. And, as she watched herself on the screen, it was aesthetically pleasing. After each tie the audience had the opportunity to ask questions and to request that he redo the tie more slowly so that they could follow his movements. She did her best to stay relaxed; to accept the ties calmly, to ignore the humiliation of being used in this way in front of an audience of men, and for him to release her from the last tie (the hogtie). Instead, the rope connecting her wrists and ankles was attached to a hook and she was lifted up from the stage. There, he retied her breasts and looped the rope around to her collar - creating a perverse bra that forced her breasts to protrude for the pleasure of the audience. He kept her like that until the curiosity of the Members had been satisfied. Then she was lowered; the ropes removed; her cape reattached; and she was led back to her room. As she left, red faced from the humiliation and sore from the tight bondage, she heard only faintly the cheers and applause from the Masters in attendance. Was it for her? For the Shibari Master? Did it matter? Her only solace and comfort came from knowing she had completed one more task that would free her Mistress from the hold the Debt Master had on her. And that stayed with her as she was returned to her room and told to rest in anticipation of the evening’s activities. She was secured to the bed and, to her surprise, fell into a deep and dreamless sleep, her body at last responding to the stress it had been under. To sleep. But not to dream. And the hours passed.


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