Posted by monkeyshines on Mon 19 Oct 09, 2:02 AM to monkeyshines's blog.
A chicken, fresh, ready for cooking, bound with string, legs tied and wings tied, white and pimply ………..
That is what I'm told I look like, not a particularly sexy image to conjure.
I'm crying, I've taken more in the past and not cried but I am due on and I am going to cry at the slightest thing today.
Imagine if you will just for a minute that you are tied to the rafters by your wrists with string, it burns and chafes your delicate, tiny wrists, your legs are forced wide open by a spreader bar, you are tied to this with string, it is pulling across your akiles heel, I hate that, it turns my stomach having pressure however slight pressing there. From your little tortured pierced nipples comes two bits of string they are attached to a wooden coat hanger, the type with a bar across to hold a pair of trousers. The coat hanger is upside down, a piece of string from each nipple is tied to either end of the coat hanger and then a piece of string ties the hook end to my cunt. Another piece of string gags my mouth, it won't keep me quiet but it does bite into the corners of my mouth, this is tied off at the back of my head, a last piece of string is tied at this point and comes down my back , between my arse cheeks, bisects my cunt and is also attached to the hook. You have a picture in your head yet? I am naked, I am pale skinned and pimply despite the heat pouring from my gas fire and I am bound to a coat hanger with string. There is zero room for movement., if I move one way I pull on my own nipples, if I move the other I pull on my cunt, another way pulls at my wrists or mouth or heels and I am balancing precariously on strained, wobbly legs.
Circling like a large cat circles his pray he prods me, making me move and pull, teasing me, pulling the string between my cunt forcing me up onto tiptoes, everything is screaming, I feel very sorry for myself and a big fat tear rolls from my eye, down my cheek, grows heavy and falls. He has my wooden spatula in his hand, handy bit of kit, does my fried eggs lovely, doesn't scratch my non-stick frying pan, I'll miss that wooden spatula. I say I will miss it because after tonight it will have my blood on it.
'You don't need fancy dancy equipment, it is unnecessary to have a collection of whips and toys, why should I waste money on you when a 50p ball of string and a coat hanger can render you motionless?' he begins to beat me with my own kitchen implement, it stings, it stings and I move and it pulls and I cry, but he does not take pity and carries on beating me, my arse, my thighs and I sob and cry my little heart out, real tears, real heartbreaking sobs, I can't escape the slap of the wooden utensil and I can't keep still and the string pulls and burns, tears and snot and spit issue from my screwed up face, a big fuck off camera lens appears close to my face, I don't want my picture took but I can't drop my head as it pulls the already tight string that is crudely invading my hole even tighter. He spins the camera around and shows my the picture he has took on the screen, I continue crying.
'I'm going to send these pictures to my mate, so they can see just how pathetic you are.' I shake my head and cry louder. 'Yes, I think I will, I might even print them out and post them around your village so your neighbours can see how pathetic you are.' No…… I implore with my bloodshot eyes, I pray he is joking.
He picks up a pair of scissors and starts cutting his chicken free, I seem to cry even more from relief and the stress of the situation finally coming to an end or so I think…..
Once totally free he sits on the couch, I'm left there, stood in front of him, snivelling, moving my arms about myself, hugging myself, fidgeting, vulnerable, head hanging low, not wanting to look at the man who has reduced me to this.
'Are you ready to dance for me now?' my dog jumps up on his knee and settles down, lying there watching me expectantly, he starts stroking her and speaks to her 'Your mummy is going to do a little dance for us now Pip, if she has been good and learnt it, aren't you?' he directs the last bit to me, I glance furtively up and see both their expectant faces, I want to kick my fucking dog off his fucking knee, I swear that traitorous dog is mocking me! Of course I don't, I'm not mad at my dog I'm mad at him, I think at this moment in time I have never disliked somebody as much as I dislike him. 'Come on Muppet, don't keep us waiting, I want you to do your little song and dance for me.' I'm ringing my hands out, over and over, I'm thinking I can't do this, fresh tears start, why now, why when I am crying and feeling utterly miserable is he asking me to dance? I don't want to fucking dance! I don't want to fucking perform for him! I want to go to bed, I want to curl up and not get back up again until this night-fucking-mare is over, I don't feel good…… I'm not doing it, I'M NOT!
'Come on, be a good girl, we are waiting…..' he looks down at the mutt, 'aren't we Pip?'
'I can't do it.' I cry.
'Shall I put the music on for you? Would that help?' he enquires, I nod a yes but nothing will help, nothing.
The music starts and I'm frozen like stage fright has struck, I can't move, I can't fucking move, I am not doing it, please, I just want to go to bed.
He looks disappointed, 'Come on Muppet, show me your dance, now I shall start the music again and this time do it, it will be over before you know it and you will wonder why you are making all the fuss about.'
I'd like to see you fucking do it, I'd like to see you up here after being tortured and degraded and brought to fucking tears and do it! CUNT…… I think all this, I am really wound up, I don't vocalise it …… He hasn't managed to really get to me until tonight, ask him, I usually laugh at his insults, not out of disrespect but because I find it amusing, he calls me a Muppet and it is usually because I've done something muppety and I giggle. I'm not giggling tonight, I wonder if he can read my mind, I'm not smirking either and if looks could kill both he and my dog would be dead!
I'm still thinking how I hate the pair of them sat all fucking smug on the couch when the music begins and when the lyrics kick in I spring into motion, I don't know how, I don't know where the conscious effort came from to make me move but it did and I started singing and dancing…… naked. I did the dance I'd rehearsed and if you are thinking that maybe this was some kind of sexy dance that lap dances perform, think again buddy! It personified everything pathetic, I looked undignified, un sexy and a total muppet, I'm halfway through and he can't hold it in any more, he has been trying to look serious and watch me but he is cracking, even the dog has jumped off his knee and fucked off to bed, first a smile and then a full blown laugh. I look hurt and dejected at first and then even I can see how funny this is and start to smile and really ham it up, exaggerate my movements and by the time the whole ordeal is over I am happy and smiley and when he tells me I've been a 'Good girl and to come and get a cuddle.' I literally bounce onto the couch and snuggle into his chest, my arms wrapped around him, his pulling me in tight all nasty thoughts I had five minutes ago melt into one big snuggle………
Open this link to see what it was I danced to, how I danced to it will remain between me, him and Pip the dog, use your imagination. 
Edited Mon 19 Oct 09, 2:04 AM by monkeyshines
| 19 Oct 09, 3:34 AM Snowpard 4 yrs |
Beautiful, thanks for sharing this. Threads are like skirts. They should be long enough to cover the interesting details, but short enough to keep things interesting. |
