My Lady Scorpion had warned me, teased me, that She had something particularly cruel in store for me for this afternoon and evening. And I found out what just moments after I arrived at Her dungeon.

She was stunning, as always, a feast for the eyes. Her hair curled at Her neck, and tasteful and alluring earrings hung from Her small white lobes. Her eyes sparkled with an inner fire, as a cat’s eyes might as She stalks an unknowing mouse.

Her lips were dark, ringed in red, and Her attire was that of a Woman of Her Station: regal and powerful ... leather skirt that revealed much and hid much; high heeled shoes that gleamed in the light; stockings that looked as soft as a cloud ... Her perfume filled my nostrils as I walked closer, and the Dominant Woman had the usual effect on me ...

I was as submissive as any man had ever been. "Down," Lady Scorpion said, and She pointed to the floor. I was on my knees in reflex to the command, my behind in the air, my forehead lightly brushing the pointed toe of Her shoe. Lady Scorpion walked around me, asking me a few things, telling me a few things. I did as I was told, promptly, without question.

I stripped, and placed my clothing in a tidy pile in the far corner. I stood there at attention as my Lady walked around me. I felt an electric thrill run into my soul, and goose bumps popped up all over me as She casually ran Her nails over my shoulder, down my back, and up again. She stopped in front of me, her beautiful face just inches from mine ... it was all I could do, resisting the urge to reach out and touch Her face, pull Her close, and kiss those lips ... it would mean banishment, of course. Such liberties were forever beyond attainment, but I was still a man, and a man can't help but think ...

I came back to my senses as She issued Her command ... I was to follow Her into the next room, one of the bedrooms. "Stay," I was told, and I stood still. I watched as Lady Scorpion hummed to Herself, and opened a cabinet that was filled with implements of torture: crop, whip, clamps, hoods, paddle, rope, cuffs and gags...it was a treasure trove of torture. She turned, and in Her hand were a few rolls of cellophane, and a roll of black masking tape. Uh oh...

It was about an hour later, and I was on the carpeted floor, helpless as a new born baby. I had been wrapped up like a mummy, only my head and bare feet and genitalia were exposed. She had started at the ankles: this most cruel and sensual and wonderful Woman had wrapped each of my legs individually, and then both of them together. My arms were at my sides, and the wrap went around and around, going up from my ankles to my legs to my waist to my chest. She was not at all stingy with the wrapping, either.

Soon enough I had a second skin, tightly encasing me. "Hmmmm, I’m not done yet," She smiled at me and laughed. Indeed She was not. She took the masking tape next, and wrapped loops and loops of it around my ankles, knees, waist, and upper torso and neck. It was hard to balance, and at first I almost fell over. Lady Scorpion laughed at this, and circled me again, giving me playful shoves. I looked about, fretting, as the shoves got harder. I was told to be still. I was told to be silent. What could I do? Nothing, but endure. I started to topple, and She laughed, and jabbed a finger into my side. I am VERY ticklish, and I fell over, laughing, to the floor.

I felt Her high-heeled shoe on my chest, pinning me to the floor, and I stopped laughing. Lady Scorpion now had a small cat-o'-nine-tails in Her hands, and She leaned over a bit. "Funny, is it?" She asked/demanded in that voice of Hers, like feminine silver bells in the wind made flesh.

"No, My Lady," I responded.

"Mmmmmmm, indeed," She agreed, and smiled. She pulled back Her hand, waited for a second, and the whip lashed out at me, catching me across the breast. I winced, and She smiled, and the game began ...

It was twenty minutes later, and I was squirming on the floor. The lashing had gone from playful and gentle to extreme. I could feel the crisscross red welts rising on my chest as a stinging heat. I was being scolded about humor, about knowing my place, about being obedient. "I have a session in a few moments, I think we will leave you this way for a while. An hour or so, perhaps more. We shall see."

She stood up, and offered the back of Her heel to me. The black spike of Her shoe was inches from my face, and I leaned over and kissed it gently, careful not to slobber or be piggish. When dealing with Lady Scorpion, it was respectfully, in all things. "Have fun," She said as She left the room, leaving me there.

I tested my bondage, and it was complete. I could only roll over, or wiggle like an inchworm. It was also getting hot, but then I heard the air conditioner come on. My Lady had thought of everything. Then I heard the doorbell ring, Her slave arrive...and this, also, was part of the torment She had planned for me. All I could was lay there, and listen...and listen...and listen.

I had the natural masculine reaction, of course, and that was a terrible tease: being bound and with a stiffy in the clutches of a beautiful Dominant Woman and no way to release those passions was torture of the worst kind. And I heard it all: the spanking, the whipping, the sound of the slave groveling of muffled, gagged moans of pain or pleasure, the sound of Her heels clicking back and forth in the next room...it was all too much.

I pressed my hips hard into the floor as I listened, and I imagined myself being the recipient of Her mercies...

"You little PIG," I heard Lady Scorpion say from the doorway, and I made a small squeaking noise like a mouse. She was standing there, hands on Her hips, tapping one foot. I whined, and looked to the floor, waiting for my punishment. "I suppose I can’t blame you," She said with a musing grin. "And I’m sure we can turn this into something...educational for you, and entertaining for Me."

Lady Scorpion walked out of the room, leaving me there to stew. What would She do with me?!?

It was a few minutes of waiting, and She came back, and held three small plastic bags in Her hand. She walked to a chair across from me, and sat. She crossed Her legs, and I drank Her vision in. I was harder now than ever, which is what got me into trouble in the first place, but again...what could I do? This is the effect She had on me, I was Her slave...it was NATURAL.

"I went for a long walk yesterday," She said as She lit up a cigarette." I must have walked for miles. It was very hot, very humid ... I must have shed a few water pounds in sweat," She said and dragged on Her cigarette for emphasis. "Do you know how sweaty a Woman's feet and private regions get while walking in the hot, humid sun?" She asked.

I knew it was rhetorical, but I shook my head "no" anyway.

"Then you will find out, the hard way. See this bag? Inside are My socks. I placed them here, for you, slave," She said. "Get over here, NOW!"

I jumped, well, as much as I could. Her command could not be disobeyed. I started to wiggle, inch by inch, across the floor. This was difficult not only because I was mummified, but also because of my erection. The friction was stimulating me!

I paused, to catch my breath. "Now," I was reminded, and I jumped again. Lady Scorpion smiled at my efforts, and when I finally reached Her I was out of breath, and totally excited.

"Open," She ordered, and I opened my mouth. I felt Her strong fingers placing Her short white socks into my mouth, one and then the other. My cheeks bulged like a chipmunk’s, but they fit.

"Can you breathe?" She asked as She regarded me, and I mumbled a "mmmph" meaning yes.

"These are My panties," She said as She raised the next bag. She removed them, leaned over, and placed them so that the cotton panel was directly over my nose. "And these are My pantyhose," Lady scorpion said, and removed the tan stockings from the bag. These were also placed over my head, the cotton panel over my nose.

She giggled and grabbed the shrink wrap, and went to work on my head ... when She was done, only my nose was not wrapped, and this was covered the panties and pantyhose. Masking tape at the neck and eyes finished off the job.

I felt a pillow placed beneath my head. Then I felt Her shoes, one and then the other, heels digging into me, as they were placed on me. One was at my throat, keeping me still. The other was on my belly, just above my crotch. "Deep breath," She commented, and I filled my lungs, in and out, in and out, as She ordered. Her scent, Her pheromones, were flooding my brain. The smell of Her Sex was in me, and it turned on the animal in me.

"Tsk, poor thing...we aren't done yet. Over." I turned over, and felt the rope being tied to my ankles. My feet were bent back, and the rope was tied to my neck, in a hog-tie. I was to be left alone, so the hog-tie was not severe. I could almost stretch out, if I needed to. I was safe from suffocation.

"My next session is here. Enjoy," She teased, and Her foot gave my head a short nuzzle before She walked out of the room ...

So here I am, sight and sound cut off from me, Lady Scorpion’s scent flooding my brain, mummified and hog-tied and helpless, with an erection that is driving me insane... I can hear my Lady in the next room ... the begging and pleading of the slave, Her cruel ministrations, and the sounds of torture...

I wonder what She will do with me when it's my turn?

THE END

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