The part that made this device really tough, you had a leather strap around your neck holding your head pointing “up” towards the ground. The point that closed the electric look was placed close to your rear…giving you the illusion that the electric shock would be going to your anus.

As hard as he tried to focus and as much as he tried to calm himself down, the machine was besting him. Based on the way the dominatrix kept asking if he was OK, it was clear that this was more a torture thing than a loving lesson. However, he was determined to push himself and not collapse before the programmed three minutes of this was up. He knew it was three minutes, she didn’t. But the jolts made it feel like an eternity.

When the machine beeped, he knew he had found a bit of inner strength that was not accessible to him before. He was finding an anchor to arrest his rage. Keep it in check. Hold it back. Tame it so to speak.

The next location was more like what one might find in a dungeon. A bed like attachment leaned against the wall. He was going to be secured there. In his plans, he’d be teasing her with a vibe while asking her to acknowledge he was her daddy. Having not written that down somewhere, the dominatrix improvised and followed the general theme and used the mechanism to test his pain tolerances even further. Her rope work skills were impressive. By the time she was done securing him, he could scarcely breath enough air to keep conscious.

He made a mental note to make the bed decor less frightening in the future if he even used it at all. It really tested his limits of restraint tolerance. He could not move anything but his lashes at will. And worse, she had not removed the gag he still had. So, not choking on saliva became the one thing he could really focus all his attention on, as his body was completely immobilized.

When his mind cleared of all thoughts other than swallowing, she let him out of his cocooned restraints. He now had a profound respect for his own autonomy and how much it meant to him. He could never understand why some would want to be so restrained. But now he was questioning why he wanted to do that to another so much.

The next device felt likes child’s play. He was sitting on the cold floor which was soothing his sore assets. His ankles were secured, but he didn’t care. The lashes to the sole of his feet could be ignored as they weren’t nearly as painful a the saw toothed paddle. It gave him time to let his mind reflect on what he had proposed to do to his wife. This was going to be very very traumatizing to her. This was not punishment. This was mental savagery to the fullest. This was unchecked anger and rage towards the very person he was tasked with honoring and protecting.

He was able to tune out all the commentary the dominatrix was making to help him experience the denigration one would inflict on a trainee. His mind was plenty strong, but this experience was taking him towards the very edge of it.

The next contraption made his heart very weak however. How he had managed to think it was a cool thing to do was besides him. Now, all the other things he had passed on incorporating made so much more sense.

He was quickly secured in the fetal position and then suspended from his ankles to the ceiling. Sure, the weight of his body was not suspended from his ankles, as there were other attachment points that took the load. However, now, blind folded, he had no idea where anything was coming from. The machine was design to flog her at random intervals and intensities. It was made to totally disorient you, as the machine would periodically twirl you about. The headphones were not helping as the sound track was designed to further throw off your sense of balance and orientation.

By the time she was done administering her own cracks of whatever she found… belts, whips, chains, cane, plexi paddle, and others he couldn’t identify, his body had felt more pain than the first set of events combined. He had to really dig very deeply inside of himself to hold on to his composure. Knowing what was coming was not helping his emotions from feeling terror and panic. The device worked way better at unsettling him than he had thought.

Even when she had used the vibe to add to the suspense and feel of the experience, he was not finding any ounce of elevated feelings of any kind. There was no warm love bubbling about, no passionate desire for anything. It was just guttural survival instinct and the overwhelming desire to break free and fight.

While he tried to account for the fact he was not a natural sub and this would be going against any of his desires, he could not help but wonder how he had missed the boat and the mark about his wife so badly. This was not going to help her feel any trust for him.

His single biggest “aha” was that he never took the time to have an in depth conversation with his wife about what kind of kinky play they would do. It had always been a battle of wit and power between them. She had constantly been a step ahead of him. He was thinking that his plans were going to break her more than win her over to him.

The next several machines, stations, contraptions, and punishment had promising uses. They would be more fun. The recommendations that Bonita had made really made a huge difference. If he could just find a way to get the Dominatrix attention to stop early, maybe he could make enough adjustments and spare his lady some of the brunt of the lesson.

However, any time he tried to resist or stop the play, she doubled down and pushed him along. He noted with great frustration that the many attachments were designed to prevent resistance. Better yet, they made it easy for the controlling person to overcome the resistance of the subject. This was not cool. There was no safe way out. This was extreme control.

He had to find a way to get this to stop before his wife arrived. She did not need to have this level of surprise. She was going to learn, but not this way. This was savagery and was not his style. He needed to do things the way Juan did, the way he had taught Juan to do with the contraptions he had built. He had do do this from a position of love, not anger, not hate, not power, not control.

(to be continued) Dom vs Sub Series… subscribe/follow the blog to know when the next part will be released

Links to the chapters:

Getting up to speed - A Quick Intro- This blog may or may not get updated on any regular basis.... so be sure to follow/subscribe Many stories will have blush worthy content... keep that in mind when opening And to kick things off....the start of a mini-series.
Horrible Left Turn - Chapter 1 To set the stage of a coming story, it is important to understand the characters a little more. A quick snippet of a view into the dynamics of the relationship of the coming story.
The Instructions - Chapter 2- Instructions are meant to be followed... and when broken.. consequences have to follow. Some rules, however, are meant to be tested
Always a catch - Chapter 3 When making plans, be aware that there may be a catch that will just mess with the perfect moment. He was so ready for the big night. All the work was being wrapped up nicely. Then. Out of nowhere, a notification came up. There was that catch... as there is always a catch! Would it derailed his plans? Will she get away with things this time? Or again? Read on to find out...click into the post and enjoy the week's chapter
Setting the Trap - Chapter 4 He just had to do a few last second checks and adjustments. the trap was all set. it just needed her to spring it. and in the process, he had plans to make her drip with excitement as he filled her will all manners of pleasure she'd never see what was coming... even though she was sure she had the final word set for him.
Best Laid Plans Do Change - Chapter 5 She felt rather proud of herself. Her man had set up a wonderful set of plans, but she had her own. She was not going to be denied. Will she totally outsmart her man? It seriously looks like that. The more things change, the more things stay the same.
She Begins To Learn - Chapter 6 She got away with the unthinkable. She outsmarted her man. Now she's partying and enjoying an amazing spa treatment. Then, things start to go wrong. Her maneuvering seems to not have been as perfect as she thought. Before she knows it, her world is spinning. She starts to see hints that her man has been catching up to her. Will she finally pay for her misbehaving? Will her mischief cause her party to come crashing to a halt? Not if she has the last word on this matter
Arriving Drenched - Chapter 7 who knew that climbing out of a garage could get a person so drenched in sweat? who knew that her woes were going to be so intense? She had no idea. but, all she knew was that one she got to the given address, she'd be with her man. He had a surprise waiting. She was told not to be late. And late she was not going to be. She arrives drenched....
The Limo Driver - Chapter 8 New characters arrive onto the scene.. but she's totally not aware of things. She's in the limo passing time heading home. Or so she thinks. What awaits her and how her man catches up to her is not even a possibility. He is sure that this will change the tide of the night. She had her fun, now is the time to learn her lesson. However, there is a matter of setting all the pieces in place, the most critical part of the mission. Everything hinges on total quiet...and the skill of The Limo Driver
Silence of Dinner - Chapter 9 Some moments of silence are awkward. Others are because you can't speak. Her list of questions was massive. What was going one, what was happening, and where was her control? She begins to learn her place, but first, she needs to survive the silence of dinner and a play
His Surprise - Chapter 10 Pivotal changes...
The Room - Chapter 11 the hour of reckoning has arrived. she will be facing him. he stood quietly in the darkest corner of the room waiting. he had his chain set. she walked in sensing his energy and knew instantly that this was the hour. calmly, she waited. he was waiting too.... who would make the first move...and would a fight break out... is this the final chapter?
The Right Turns - Chapter 12 As the physical marks healed, the hearts were joining together and passion was brewing hot They now were in a new season of intense love. The time was right to introduce his lady to all he had planned and she was ready to follow into the new path of intimacy Life couldn't be any better! They were now on the same page Dom vs Sub Series