Nanny 2 | free bondage story

In March, as the weather began to warm, Cindy watched the sun rise across the body of her Master, lying under the sheets of her bed. Her entire body ached from not only the punishment she had received the night before, but the long term, painful bondage she was forced to endure all night. She found new tears spilling from her eyes as she realized that it was her 17th birthday today.

     The night before, Cindy waited excitedly for Jim. It was a Friday night; her parents had gone to visit a sick friend across the country for the week, leaving Cindy alone. Though it was her birthday the next day, she had convinced her mother that she was going to have a quiet night with some friends, and that they could celebrate it when they got back. The truth was that Jim had planned a week of fun for them, and Cindy was looking forward to some time with her boyfriend. As usual, she stripped naked before he arrived, kneeling in the middle of the room; wrists crossed behind her, knees spread wide, head bowed. She didn’t look up when Jim climbed through the window. Secretly she was glad he hadn’t brought over some new device, hoping they could spend some normal time together, though she expected some bondage to play a part.

     “Hello, birthday girl,” he said. Standing over her. She could feel his eyes examining her body. She made sure her back was straight, her large breasts pushed out, proudly displaying the nipple rings he had given her. He stepped away then, pulling out the small bondage table that doubled as a knickknack table in the corner. Returning, he grabbed a handful of hair and lifted her to her feet. Cindy tried not to cry out as he dragged her to the table.

     “Lie down on the table this way,” he indicated she lay her torso across the short side, so only her upper hips and stomach were supported, her legs and breasts hanging off. After binding her arms together at wrist and elbow behind her, Jim took a piece of thin cord from his pocket. Creating a slipknot, Jim pulled the loop over her left breast until it rested near the base. Tightening it down until it just began to squeeze, he fed the string over the opposite shoulder. Grabbing her right foot, Jim pulled it up, forcing Cindy to arch her back as her heel nearly touched her shoulder blades. Cindy yelped in pain.

     “I hope I don’t have to stay like this for long,” she said, smiling. “Just one foot like this and my back hurts already!” Jim smiled at her. Carefully, he looped the cord around her big toe, ensuring it wouldn’t slip off, then releasing her foot. Instantly, Cindy’s back tried to flatten, pulling on the cord and tightening the slipknot around the base of her breast.

     “Ow,” she said with a smile. Jim smiled back, then repeated the process for her right breast and left foot. As he released her left foot, she could feel the constriction increasing as she tried to pull back her feet. Jim pushed up her knees, arching her back harshly then one by one, relooped the cord around her big toes, taking away the slack. When he let go this time, she naturally tried to flatten her back, only to find that what little she did only tightened the loops around the base of her breasts. Quickly, the constriction became painful. Jim watched for a moment, then helped her push her knees up again to release some of the pressure, only to shorten the cords more. Cindy moaned in pain. Her back was arched heavily, her body pivoting on her hips. She looked down, watching her breasts begin to turn red from the lack of circulation.

     “I don’t think I can stand this for long, Master,” she cried.

     “Very much, Master. My tits are already aching from the loops, and my back is really starting to hurt. How long will you keep me like this, Master,” she pleaded, tears already forming in he eyes.

      “Let me see what I can do about the pain, but first you have to keep quiet.” He selected a large ball gag. “Open up very wide.” She obeyed, and Jim pushed the rigid rubber ball into her mouth, forcing it past her front teeth to fill her cheeks. Cindy moaned from the pressure, her jaw already joining her breasts in an intense ache. Jim strapped it on, then returned to her bondage.  He attached a strap to her left thigh, then pulled her knee wide before looping the end of the strap to the leg of the table. He followed with another strap to her right thigh. The result pulled her legs wide, exposing her crotch to him. With her knees locked down, the loops tightened around her breasts again as she was unable to keep her shoulders up in the severe bend of her back. Despite her efforts, her stomach slowly sank back down while the loops tightened further. Jim stopped to admire the effect. The base of Cindy’s breasts had been tightened to a 1/3 of her breast size. Already her breasts were turning a light shade of purple. Flicking her nipple ring elicited a moan of pain.

     “I want the next part to be a surprise,” Jim announced, before slipping a blindfold over her eyes. She listened, as he seemed to place something under her body, though she could feel nothing. Soon, she felt him lift her arms into a strappado position, her shoulders pulled to their extreme. She could tell he had attached a cable to her wrists and as he continued to hold her arms high, he pulled off her blindfold.

     “I wanted you to see this before I let go.” Cindy looked around, then down beneath her. A pair of curved metal half domes seemed supported by a rod just beneath her breasts. It took a moment for her to see the collection of sharp spikes that filled the inner curve. Looking up, she could see how the cable connected to her wrists went through a ring in the ceiling, down to the rod. Just then, Jim released her arms. As she naturally tried to drop them back to her back, she found that she was pulling the cable, and in turn, the curves were pulled up toward her breasts. Suddenly, her already sensitive breasts exploded in pain. The spikes inside the hoops sunk into her flesh like an array of needles. Quickly, she forced her arms back up, lowering the spikes again. She cried openly, both from the pain of the spikes as well as the predicament she realized she was in.

     “I’ve left the rod loose for now, so just either keep your shoulders up or lift those arms, or those spikes will sink into your tits again.” Cindy moaned again, desperately trying to obey. As she struggled, Jim began to whistle, simply going about his business. Selecting a waist cincher from her collection, he slipped the leather under her stomach, then began to lace it on. Soon, he had reduced her waist to 20 inches. Cindy moaned from the added pain. As Jim stepped away, he noticed how much gap there was at the back of the corset. Moving back, he began to tighten it again. Yanking and pulling, he soon managed to make it meet at back. Cindy’s ragged breaths were coming in short bursts as the corset cut her waist down to 18 inches. Slipping a wide leather belt around the smallest part of her waist, Jim pulled it to the last hole for the buckle, further ensuring her waist would remain constricted.

     As he finished, he felt Cindy’s body jump and she cried out from behind her gag. Though she had spent many hours in the past, nearly dangling from a strappado, her toes barely touching the ground as her arms, bound with elbows touching, were hauled to the ceiling, she still found it difficult to hold her wrists high above her back for any length of time, and certainly not high enough to avoid the sharp spikes. Jim smiled at the predicament he had developed, always pleased when he came up with some new torture for his beautiful girlfriend. Moving around to her face, he reached to her gag.

     “I’m going to take this out now. You promise not to make a sound?” Cindy sniffled, then nodded softly, her tear stained cheeks quivering. Unstrapping the gag, he pulled it out with a pop. Cindy remained quiet; though he could hear a low moan escape her throat.

     “ I know you hate it, but I’m going to put in the expanding ring gag.” Cindy nearly cried out at the thought. The head harness held an oblong metal ring behind her front teeth. With the turn of an allen wrench, Jim could expand the size of the ring vertically, thus forcing her jaw even wider. She hated it because Jim always forced her mouth open to the maximum, despite her complaints. He quickly slipped the unexpanded ring in her mouth, wedging it tightly, her jaw already open to what she felt was the maximum. The inch wide straps laced onto her head as Jim pulled them tight. The side straps cut deep into her cheeks while two straps crossed over her nose and nearly covered her eyes. Cindy found the harness humiliating, since the straps were not placed for comfort or sight, but rather the most effective method to cinch down tight, which made her realize how she was simply a tool for bondage, not a person that needed to see. As Jim finished pulling it snug, she could just see around the straps over part of her eyes. Quickly, Jim reached into her mouth and began to turn the expander, and Cindy cried out as her jaw was pushed further and further open. Jim had told her his goal was to increase the vertical size until the ring was round again. With the width in its smallest position measuring nearly 3 inches, she was sure her jaw would dislocate before the vertical height matched.

     Jim increased the size until he could fit a plastic soda bottle he had brought through the hole. Cindy had begun to uncontrollably moan from the combination of the tortures, a steady stream of tears running down her face and dripping onto the spikes below. Selecting a final strap, he laced it through a ring at the top of her head harness, then fed the other end between her upper arms and to the belt around her waist. Pulling it tight, he lifted Cindy’s head up until she found herself staring at the ceiling corner.

     “That’s all the bondage, Cindy,: Jim told her as he admired her contorted form.  “I’m going to do something to help you forget your tits.” Reaching into the closet, he pulled out his newest addition, a short single tail whip. Stepping behind her, he took careful aim, lashing the leather tip down hard on Cindy’s exposed pussy. A guttural scream erupted from Cindy’s throat and her arms immediately yanked down hard on the cable. The spikes shot up, sinking deep into her flesh, the curved forms of metal at their base nearly cupping the swollen orbs. Her sensitive tits were now impaled by the five-inch, needle sharp spikes. Cindy screamed again, her body shaking from the pain. Jumping up, Jim grabbed his digital camera, snapping shots of Cindy in utter torment. He watched for a moment as Cindy attempted to lift her arms again. For a second, the spikes sunk deep into her breasts failed to lower, until with the weight of the metal, they pulled out abruptly. Small drops of blood dotted the underside, though the deepening purple color of her skin masked the blood from immediate detection.

     “I’ve given you a stimulant, Cindy. Now, despite how much pain I might give you, you won’t lose consciousness.” With little she could do to resist, Cindy stoically took the news with only a new flow of tears. Jim smiled, stepping behind her once more. This time, with only a moment to aim, he let go with a flurry of hard strokes to Cindy’s reddening crotch. Five, ten, fifteen… her skin began to turn a harsh red, her pussy lips swelling from the cut of the hard leather tip. Twenty, thirty strokes. Jim aimed for her sphincter, watching it turn purple from the abuse.  Forty strokes, until all the sensitive skin between her legs was purple and swollen. Each stroke brought a whimper, until Cindy could only grunt and cry, praying for it to be over.

     Jim admired his work before moving to face Cindy, a nearby stool allowing him to sit at eye level. Her eyes were deadened from the torture, the leather straps over her face dampened from her tears. He watched her struggle for balance. Her ankles had sunk down more, thus decreasing the size of the loops at the base of her tits. They, in turn, had become even more purplish. She was still quaking from the whipping, while she fought to keep her wrists as high in the air as she could. Jim couldn’t avoid a smile, realizing Cindy was fulfilling his dreams. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a new device.

     “Do you know what this is, Cindy,” he asked. She tried to shake her head, though she really didn’t care right then. “This is a punch used to give cattle identification tags.” Jim smiled at her, realizing she hadn’t gotten it quite yet. He figured she would soon, as he reached into his pocket again. This time, he pulled out a small grommet. Only a quarter of an inch wide, the metal sleeve had caps on either end. He pulled these off, holding them in one had, as he raised the tool toward Cindy’s nose. Suddenly she realized Jim was about to pierce her septum. She began to cry again, as Jim fit the punch into her nostrils, carefully positioning it half an inch from the end, but centered over the cartilage. Suddenly he squeezed the handles and Cindy bucked in pain. Unlike her nipple or clit rings, the punch was designed to cut out a ring of flesh, a far more painful prospect than the tiny needle used for normal piercing. Blood quickly began to flow as tears streamed from her eyes. She felt like she had just been punched in the face. She wished she could pass out, but the stimulant still coursed through her veins, and she could only endure the wildly intense pain.

     Jim slipped in the tube making up the center of the grommet, before adding the ends. Using his thumb and forefinger, he squeezed them together until the grommet was seated in the new hole. Reaching into his pocket once more, he pulled out a large, thick ring. Rather than the captive bead, the two ends joined in merged hook pattern, creating the effect of a seamless ring, while providing far more strength at the seam. He pulled the ring apart, then fit it through the new hole before bending it back together. The ring now rested against Cindy’s upper lip. The stream of blood from the hole in her septum had reduced to a trickle, running down the new metal, over her upper lip to pool inside her mouth.

     Jim took a few more snapshots of Cindy, particularly capturing the side shot of Cindy’s contorted body.

     “I’m getting tired, so I’m going to sleep.” Cindy let out a shriek, begging despite the huge gag. New tears began to stream down her cheeks as she realized Jim meant to leave her in this horrible position for eight hours. She’d only been bound for half an hour, and already she felt delirious from the combined pain. Jim was surprised at the sound of Cindy’s pleading, mumbled words combined with guttural cries. He was sure he was pushing her well beyond her limits of pain, but they had agreed that he had free reign over her, and could do anything that didn’t cause permanent damage.

     Checking over her bonds, Jim stopped to lift Cindy’s shoulders, only to shorten the cords once more. With only a slight bit of tightening, the base of her breasts already cut down to a six-inch circumference, her body arched even more. Jim patted her on the head and slipped his clothes off before sliding under the covers and clicking off the light. After 45 minutes, Jim could hear the rod for the spikes slide up, and a scream shattered the darkness. In delirious mumbling, Cindy begged Jim to release her, the confused words combined with crying and moans. In the moonlight, Cindy watched as Jim simply put a pillow over his head.

     Jim slept until nine in the morning, leaving Cindy in her position for a total of ten hours.

     “Good morning, slave,” he said, stretching slowly before approaching her. She was frozen in pain, her eyes a distant stare at the ceiling, low level whimpers escaping her throat. Jim noted that her arms were against her back, having given up the battle to keep the spikes off. The metal curves rested firmly against her purple tits, the spikes sunk deeply into her flesh. “I’ll release you, but first I want my morning suck.” His cock was already rock hard, and he simply grabbed the harness on either side of her head, forcing her shoulders down to reach his cock. The pressure pushed her sensitive breasts down further on the spikes. He felt the moan as he pressed his cock through the ring gag, holding it deep into her mouth. After a moment, he felt Cindy’s tongue begin to move, stroking and sucking as best as she could. It took ten minutes for her to bring him to orgasm, but to her, it was only a continuation of the hell she had endured for what seemed like a lifetime.