Are you sitting comfortably?

Today's request was a bit intimidating for me. I had very little to go on, just the idea of a submissive getting so turned on, confused, and turned around that they were left stuttering and unable to speak.

Interesting. That means it's all about dissonance, about things not going the way the should be, or something that is just plain 'off.' How do you confuse someone? How do you keep someone that off guard?

Let me know if you think I managed it.

Are you sitting comfortably?

                “Are you sitting comfortably?” Lisa asked. When Jen nodded, she was rewarded with a smile. “Then we’ll begin.”

   

             She stepped closer, the sound of her heels on the tile ringing in Jen’s ears. Lisa held up a pinwheel for her to see. Not one of the fun ones kids play with. One of the fun ones that looks like a spur with a handle.

   

             “Hold this,” Lisa said. Jen took the tool from her, trying to stop her hand from shaking. Lisa smiled again, and then walked behind her and out of sight.

   

             The silk scarf didn’t cover her eyes, which was weird. It wrapped instead around her forehead. Lisa was about to ask if there was something wrong when she felt a pull at her head as another knot was tied tight. She tried to lean forward, but her head was stuck in place.

   

             Then she felt the slide of woven leather around her neck. It was a belt, and she felt it tighten slowly until it was snug around her neck.

   

             “Breathing okay?” Lisa asked, her voice still casual and friendly.

   

             She went to nod, then realized that was impossible. “Just fine,” she said.

   

             It tightened a little bit. “Still?”

   

             “Tight,” Jen said, definitely able to breathe but having to put a bit more effort into it. “But I can breathe.” Her voice was a bit raspy. She kind of liked that.

   

             Lisa stepped in front of her, the clack of her heels ringing all down Jen’s body. Lisa smiled again. “Perfect,” she said. “Now the ankles. Spread your legs, please.”

   

             “H-how far?”

   

             “I’m going to tie them to the legs of the chair,” Lisa said, her smile still pleasant. “So not far.” Then she reached over to the table nearby and picked up some rope with one hand, and a long metal file with the other. She handed the gritty file to Jen. “Hold that,” she said.

   

             Jen looked at the tools in her hands as Lisa carefully tied her ankles to the chair. The ropes weren’t too tight, weren’t cutting off circulation. They were actually pretty comfortable. Lisa kept asking to make sure that there wasn’t any kind of problem. Jen kept answering that everything was okay, her eyes locked on the tools in her hands. One with sharp points that would stab into her skin just a little bit, one with a rough edge that would scrape her skin raw. The two together… she didn’t want to think about it.

   

             The rope came around the chair and laced over her stomach, then back around the chair. Lisa crossed it under Jen’s breasts, around her arms, and back to the chair. Jen’s arms were able to move, but that was about it. Otherwise, she was pretty well plastered to the chair.

   

             “Still sitting comfortably?” Lisa asked.

   

             Jen swallowed, which was difficult with the belt around her neck. “Yes Mistress,” she said.

   

             Lisa stepped in front and gave her a warm smile. “I love it when you call me that,” she said, leaning down and giving Jen a very nice, but very chaste, kiss. She took the tools out of Jen’s hands and laid them back on the table. Then she took up a riding crop, a cat o’ nine tails, and a paddle, resting each one across Jen’s legs.  She wrapped another silk scarf around each of Jen’s wrists, thick and soft, tying each one off, but not binding her in any way.

   

             Jen’s eyes were wide, and she kept trying to look down at the toys in her lap. Lisa picked up the largest dildo Jen had ever seen; it would give a horse inadequacy issues. Looked like it had to weight forty pounds.

   

             “Hold this,” she said, her voice still cheery. “Behind your back, if you would.”

   

             Jen gave a weak smile and took the huge dildo, putting it behind her back. It WAS heavy. She didn’t know how long she could hold it, even with both hands.

   

             Once her hands were back there, Lisa closed a pair of handcuffs around her wrists, over top of the silk. “If there’s a real problem,” Lisa said, stepping back around where Jen could see her. “Just be a dear and let go of that thing in your hands. The thud should be loud enough that I’ll hear it even over your screams.”

   

             That made Jen swallow again, and she felt sweat break out all over her body. She would have started shaking, if she could move. Lisa smiled at her again, her voice still just as pleasant as before. “Are you comfortable?” she asked. “Not too cold?”

   

             Jen almost laughed. She wasn’t shivering from the cold. “I’m fine Mistress,” she said. “Not cold at all.”

   

             “Excellent,” Lisa said, reaching over to the table to grab some other tool. She flipped open a knife, letting it glint in the light. She gave Jen a look that could only be described as evil, and stabbed down, hard.

   

             The blade thudded into the chair, right between Jen’s legs. Jen would have jumped, if she could move. She whimpered a little, let out a tiny yelp of terror, and sucked in a deep breath. Lisa laughed at the obvious terror in her eyes.

   

             “Okay,” Lisa said. “Now that you’re all set, it’s time to just tell me what I want to know.”

   

             “Wh-what do you want to know?” Jen asked, her eyes still locked on the knife.

   

             Lisa’s smile went cold, and she shook her head. Her voice was chastising. “Now now,” she said. “I’m the one asking the questions here.”

   

             “But I don’t know—“

   

             Lisa reached forward and put her finger to Jen’s lips. “Hush,” she said. “You just tell me what I want to know.” Her hand slid down Jen’s skin, gentle and sensual. “Tell me,” she maintained eye contact while her fingers tightened around Lisa’s nipple “or I’ll have to ask a little less nicely.”

   

             Jen whimpered, then let out a short moan, then groaned as the pain just didn’t end. Lisa squeezed harder and harder, the pressure not even remaining constant, so she couldn’t get used to it.

   

             Then the riding crop started snapping against Jen’s skin. Lisa never let her nipple go, just slapped her with the crop between the legs, up the ankles, over the knees, and then closer and closer.

   

             “Tell me,” Lisa said, her voice almost sing song as she started hitting Jen directly on the pussy, harder and harder with each strike. She never let go of Jen’s nipple, and the smile never left her face. “Tell me,” she said.

   

             Jen opened her mouth to speak, but only a sound of aroused pain was able to slip free. She tried to wriggle in pain, but she was too tightly bound; no movement was possible, and the pain just kept building.

   

             Jen was gasping with each strike of the crop, though her gasps were started to have more arousal than pain as the strikes lashed against her again and again in a steady rhythm.

   

             She was about to cum, or at least getting close to the edge, when Lisa suddenly stopped and stepped away, the click of her heels echoing through Jen’s whole body as intensely as the pain when the blood rushed back into her nipple.

   

             “Tell me.”

   

             “I d-d-don’t” Jen couldn’t seem to manage any words. “Wh-wh-wh”

   

             Lisa put a hand over her mouth. She shook her head in disappointment. “I thought I was being clear,” she said. She pulled her hand away. “Tell me what I want to know.”

   

             Jen’s brow furrowed, and she opened her mouth to speak again.

   

             Lisa slapped her, leaving her jaw stinging. Then Lisa smiled again. “Go ahead, dear,” she said. “What were you saying?”

   

             “I w-w-w-want to—“

   

             Lisa nodded, her face full of sympathy, and then slide the pinwheel over Jen’s already sore nipple. Jen screamed at the sudden, completely unexpected agony. It went on for what felt like years, and Lisa’s sympathetic smile never so much as wavered.

    

            “It’s okay, dear,” she said when she finally stopped. Jen felt tears of pain running down her face, but Lisa seemed as unmoved by the tears as she had been by the screams. “You can tell me. I promise, I’ll stop.”

    

            Then she slid the file up Jen’s inner thigh. For a split second, Jen had a terrifying thought that Lisa was going to plunge the file into her, was going to fuck her with the jagged edges of metal. But at the last second, it was pulled away.

    

            “Tell me,” Lisa said, smiling again, starting the file up the other leg. She moved more slowly, with just a little more force. It felt like she was going to rip the skin off Jen’s body.

    

            Jen opened her mouth to speak, then closed it and gathered her thoughts. She forced herself to put the words together, to enunciate them clearly.

    

            She opened her mouth again, and Lisa slapped her gently on the chin with the riding crop. Then she ran the crop under Jen’s nose, wiping it against her lip and forcing Jen to smell how aroused she was. Forcing her to, once again, forget the English language.

    

            Lisa leaned in close, lifting up the flogger so that Jen could see it. She kissed Jen lightly on the cheek, then smacked the paddle against her own hand. She smiled, that same disarming smile.

    

            Jen adjusted her hands behind her back, making sure not to let go; she couldn’t figure out what was going on, but she knew she didn’t want to let go.

    

            Lisa patted Jen gently on the side of her breast with the paddle. “Tell me,” she said. She hit a little bit harder.

    

            She smiled.

    

            “Tell me.”