Auld Lang Syne: My New Year's story

For about a month they had been planning. My Viking Man and my Princess. Two sadists given free rein to come up with inventive ways to take me to the place I needed to go. Tears. Subspace. That place where I stop trying to hold back and just sing for Them. I asked not to be told what they were going to do. I knew there would be impact. I knew there would be sensation play. I knew I would be made to cum (something I felt that I could not do in a public domain). I went into the evening with a sense of anticipation mixed with an exhilarating dose of fear.

We knew we wanted to start early in the evening. We socialized for about an hour and then it was time. The looks that passed between the three of us before it began were filled with excitement. We’d waited for this for so long, and it was finally happening!

When we entered the playroom it was empty. Unlike before, the tools were still tucked away out of my sight. I walked to the bed in the room and began removing my gorgeous outfit for the evening. The mask came off first, my persona of the sultry Raven removed to reveal my true face. Then off with the long skirt and corset. I grab my cuffs, one for each limb, attaching one to each wrist before walking over to ask Her to attach the others to my ankles. As she does this I look over with fondness as He is placing the chains on the iron frame by the wall. He doesn’t see my smile because his back is to me. By this time my dear ones Mr. Tigs and Sugar have taken their place in the room, ready to watch the exquisite torture They have come up with for me.

I step over to take my place within the frame, raising my arms high so he can attach the chains to my cuffs. The ankle chains follow. I am well and truly bound, and my excitement multiplies as he smiles that wicked smile he has that tells me he has wonderful things planned to make me suffer beautifully. I am slightly trembling already, but I do not know if he noticed as he attached the nipple clamps. Next came the little bit gag I had made with my pretty purple rope. I had never been gagged with one of these before and was excited to see how it would affect me. So far, I was feeling great. He then placed a bell in my hand that I could drop if I needed things to stop since I may not be able to speak clearly with that gag in my mouth.

Next came the blindfold. I was not expecting this. The excitement multiplied yet again. I knew that this would make everything that happened to me seem that much more intense. I am already on edge, and I love it!

I feel soft hands touch my face. She has come over to adjust the blindfold, making sure I cannot see even the slightest bit of light. She does not know that I have my eyes closed because I want to feel every single thing with as much intensity as possible. She speaks to me, telling me I am beautiful, and I love her for it.

I feel both sets of hands on me now. I can feel her pulling on the chain attached to the clamps while his hands move over the rest of me. Already the sensations are making me wet. I am moaning softly as the pain pulls me one way, and the sensation of his hands on my skin pulls me another. I can feel their body heat so close to me. I want to lean into both of them at the same time, but I can’t. I am trapped in this spot, force to just feel.

She stops playing with the clamps and starts kissing my tits, moving down my body and biting my thighs softly. At the same time I feel the little pricks of the Wartenberg wheel I had so much wanted to experience all over my back and ass. It is divine! Even more so when it starts going over the rest of me.

At this point I am trying my best to concentrate on everything going on, but I just can’t. I am thinking to myself, “overload already?!? Come on girl, you can handle this. Just focus!” Then I start to feel something dripping on my face. It’s cold, and wet (I later find out it is ice dripping on me from above). All I know in the moment is that these little drops of liquid are both soothing and nerve wracking at the same time. Each little drip makes me jump. I start to tilt my head forward to stop feeling it.

She grabs my face and says to me forcefully, “Eyes up!” My heart literally skips a beat and I immediately snap my head up. I expected a lot of things, but to feel the depth of submissiveness I felt in that moment caught me off guard. I can feel myself leaning towards her when she says, “good girl.” At the same time I am trying not to cry out from the stinging strikes of the cane he is using all over my backside. My shoulders, ass and thighs feel as if they must surely be welted and red already.

I am not entirely sure how much time had passed, or what all had been used on me at this point, but I felt both of them step away from me. As I stood there, shaking and near tears, taking deep breaths and trying to get myself under control, I hear a jingling sound and He steps up behind me. He tells me that he made something extra special for me tonight and that I have some extra punishment coming that he is going to administer.

You see, earlier in the week I had been set a task by Mr. Tigs, and I did not do it. Mr. Tigs had asked that I be given extra strikes to make up for it. Knowing his fondness for large quantities of strikes, I assumed Mr. Tigs would set a very high number, so I was relieved when I heard it would only be 20.

My relief was misplaced. Not only was I to take those strikes, but I would also be expected to count them out AND thank Mr. Tigs for each strike. I am actually a little frightened by this prospect. I have a gag in my mouth! How do they expect me to speak?! The psychological effect is amazing, and I love so much that they have come up with this, even if at that very moment I am growling at their evil ways.

The first strike falls, hard, and I take a breath and say, “One, thank you Mr. Tigs!” I was apparently not loud enough. Strike two comes and I say it louder this time. Three. Four. Five… I was not loud enough again. Six is harder and I say the words without even a breath coming after the strike. Seven. Eight. Nine… I am crying now. Shaking and finding it hard to breathe, but I’m doing it! Ten. Eleven. Twelve… Thank you, thank you Mr. Tigs! Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Can you see the tears dripping below the blindfold? I know you love the tears Mr. Tigs! Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen… So close to being done. I know they are talking to me, but I can’t hear them. Nineteen…. My Viking makes me wait. Just as I start to relax, the last strike falls. TWENTY! THANK YOU MR.TIGS!!!

At this point I am nearly sobbing. I am thinking to myself that I may not be able to take much more, but I so much want to know what else they have planned. My Princess and my Viking Man are touching me again. Hands everywhere. I feel a feather. Fingers pinching. Kisses on my body. And then… vibration on my thighs. Oh no. I can’t do this. Don’t make me cum in front of all the people I can hear in the room. Please. Please don’t make me be that vulnerable.

I said all of that in my head. I kept tight hold of that bell, and the chains above me. I won’t give in. I can endure this without giving up so much. She will stop if it takes too long.

No… No she won’t. She pulled it out of me. It’s like she knew I was trying to resist. I could hear her giggling in satisfaction as I moan and my knees go weak. And he starts to spank me. I can’t tell what he is using. It could be his hand, it could be that scary paddle he won, I don’t even care because it makes me cum harder and my brain has become a fog of pleasure. I feel him bite me, hard, and I cum again.

They move away from me again. Everything stops… except that awful drip, drip, drip. As I gather myself I feel the clamps more severely and I start to cry again. She comes over to me and I try to ask her to take them off. I think I am whispering because she leans close, I feel her hair brush against my nipples and I want to scream. She moves the gag so I can talk and I beg her to take them off. Please, please take them off, they hurt too much. I hear his chuckle from behind me when I say that. They are removed and I groan in relief.

She tells me the gag can stay out as long as I do as I am told and keep my eyes up. She knows this is hard for me because I always drop my eyes when I am trying to hide, even if they are covered. The gag does eventually go back in because I just can’t keep my eyes where they belong.

I ask for water and am given it gladly. After a few drinks they ask if I am ready for more and I nod my head. I am not entirely sure what started things again, but I do remember a lot more touching and spanking with a paddle and my favorite flogger. My skin is so sensitive at this point that everything feels 10 times harder than it probably was (either that or my Viking Man is no longer holding back on me). All during this I feel her hands and mouth on my tits. She is leaving marks with her mouth, I just know it.

Then I feel her step back and I feel the thing I have been waiting for. That single tail. I immediately start to fly. Every strike pushes me higher and higher. I am not thinking about anything at all. As if she is whispering across the room (even though she is right in front of me) I hear her say that I am flying, and I hear his growly voice which just rumbles through my body, I have no idea what he said. I feel like I could stay here all night long, floating and in sweet ecstasy as long as he wants me there. Then I feel the tail of the whip hit my shoulder and the cracker snaps the back of my ear. I immediately say my “slow down” safeword and tell them what happened as I cry. After a few minutes I calm down and am ready to continue.

They both have their hands on me, and I feel the vibration again. There is no resistance in me this time. I lean into him as she kisses me and works me up to orgasm again. I feel her move down in front of me, and he is there talking to me, his hands on my tits and mouth on my shoulders and neck. I cum once. She says I will do it again. I start to shake my head, not thinking that I can, and he is there at my ear again. He says “cum for me” and I explode. There is nothing else in the world right now except for these two amazing people.

To my Princess and my Viking Man, thank you for a fantastic ending to the year. I look forward to so much more to come in the New Year.