It was another day in the life of Marcel Pons. He was barking orders to…
BONDAGE
BONDAGE
basting in the hot and rising sun
my cruel torture had begun
my wrist wrapped in rope
each tied too a seperate post
with my feet also being bonded tight
I attempted to resist my bondage
with all of my energy and might
but my efforts were futile in such a fight
I lost my dignity and my pride
when stripped of my elegant clothes
to my panties and bra
my meekness I couldn’t hide
feeling my torturer fondle and caress my breasts
in my uncomfortable position
I received no intermission or rest.
next it was my bra
as my tormenter laughing unstrapped it
for I saw it fall
from my chest I could feel my nipples getting hard
as sweat dropped from my face
I realized I was no longer a lady dressed in lace
as each drop rolled down my now sweat drenched breast
hour by hour I watched my incarcerator
sit and drink cold water from a cup
asking if I was thirsty and ready to give it up
though stubbornly I held fast
not knowing how much longer I could last
finally my panties were cut off and removed
and I was given an option a spanking on the ass
with a paddle,or a belt
or lashes on the back with a whip
I chose the paddle it was the gentlest method I felt
with each impact I must of let out a grunt
because my punisher cursed me
saying I was just a little tramp of a cunt
finally nearing the end of my paddling
I started to enjoy
being a whipping toy
as my pussy was starting to get hot
being bonded it was hard not to show my emotions
being put on the spot
finally I conceeded my stand
seeing I was at my tormentors hands
the ropes of bondage were cut free
as I was ordered to my knees
after signing an agreement
I was now a true slave and my master
could do as she pleased