What Became of Me

“Well, are you ready for the main feature, horny slut?”

Did I have any other choice than to be “ready” when Petra expected me to be “ready”? Toys shouldn’t have a choice, right? This time the toy didn’t nod and waited to see what would happen. In fact, Petra started the film without my assent, which was already worthless given how helplessly bound and gagged I was.

The video, which I noticed Petra hadn’t started in my browser but from the external hard drive, began with a woman standing in front of a massive steel beam with her hands tied behind it. She was wearing a large ball gag and a hawk hood. She was dressed in a white spaghetti strap top, denim shorts and very high black platform heels. The scene appeared to take place in some sort of abandoned warehouse.

Nothing else happened for a few minutes. Then entered the scene – Petra! I groaned, and I’d like to say it was just a sound of surprise. But, no, oh my God! Petra wore a fine black lingerie set with a lace bra, a pair of panties, a garter belt and over-the-knee boots. Her butt was no less premium than her long slender legs.

Movie-Petra began by groping the tied woman’s tits, kneading them hard and slapping them. With a jerk she tore the thin straps of the top and exposed her tits.

Meanwhile, the current Petra lit a cigarette.

“You know,” she explained, “I don’t really care about videos and photos. It’s the warm, vulnerable body in front of me that really turns me on. I prefer the fresh, not the canned stuff. But when my old toy let me know that it had to return to its homeland to care for its sick parents, I thought a little souvenir would be a nice thing.”

In the film, Petra then began to make the bondage stricter and stricter. She started with several layers of rope around the belt line and the steel beam. Then Petra took a thinner, coarser rope and began to tie off the toy's tits. Despite the gag, the toy squeaked like a pig every time Petra tightened another double coil. The deep folds in the skin showed that the ropes were brutally tight.

But that wasn’t enough, Petra now pulled the tied breasts up with ropes over her shoulders and around the steel beam. The squeaking sounded more and more panicked. More ropes were added around the upper body, once above and once below the tits. A loose rope around the neck and the steel beam restricted the movement of the upper body even more. Finally, Petra took one of the thicker ropes and wrapped it around the already tied and pulled up tits and pulled them towards each other. They now looked so bulging and deformed, the nipples were sticking out, the skin had turned a little blue, but less than I would have expected given the strictness of the bondage.

Petra leaned back, took out her book and started reading.

“Nothing new is going to happen for a while. The thing had to get used to it.”

In fact, the video offered the same image for about half an hour: the tied woman, groaning under the torment.

Inwardly I protested: “That’s far too brutal! That’s dangerous!” But my nipples were painfully hard, and my pussy was twitching and leaking. Something inside me screamed, “I want this too!” But something inside me also screamed: “Never! This is unbearable.” I couldn’t imagine that any kind of training could make such bondage any more bearable.

Finally, Petra came back into the picture. She slipped the toy’s denim shorts off. Then she spread her legs by tying her ankles to something out of camera range – not particularly wide but standing like that in those heels had to be another torture. Speaking of “another torture”: Petra added a crotch rope, tied from back to front and then looped through the rope around the waist and pulled forward. The crotch rope squeezed the labia together. The indentation on the rope at the hip showed how strong the pull was. All that came from the toy was a continuous whimper.

Petra put the book aside.

“Now nothing new will happen for a while again. The thing is ready to suffer appropriately, and that’s what it will be doing now. You can continue watching on your own for now. I already know the movie, after all. I have something else to do while I’m here.”

And so, the perhaps new toy was left behind, just like the old one on the screen, helplessly bound and gagged, moaning in pain. I just wondered if the old toy was as aroused as the new one.