Strictly Speaking – With Mistress Karen

Dominatrix takes her slave to work!

By now, a lot of you have probably figured out that I specialize in neglect.  For you newbies or vanilla types, that means that I thrive on restraining someone in a somewhat uncomfortable position and then leaving them alone for hours at a time to wonder if I am coming back. Of course, I have been known to wield a whip from time to time or even participate at all levels of kink. But really, I love seeing a slave tied up and squirming. I love it when they have to piss themselves because their restraints prevent them from having the dignity of a bathroom. Some people have suggested that I am a “lazy” dominatrix  because there is so little physical interaction between me and my sub. But in my own defense, that’s like saying that a gun is not powerful if it is never fired.

And while many of my friends and slaves have long been benefiting from technology (web stuff, HD video, etc) in the world of bdsm, I am a late adopter. But my life will never be the same after finally getting a web cam and learning to use Skype. I never would have thought my orgasm would be coming from an internet thingy… but WOW!!!

An old boyfriend of mine (from 9 years ago)  was feeling really stressed from some transitions in his life and called to see if I would be into a little session. I said, sure, as long as we were clear that it was only bdsm and no chit chat about the past or future. He agreed and showed up at my house. After a little reacquainting  with small talk over a glass of wine, I told him it was time to get  things moving because I was getting ready for bed. I had him take a shower then come into my bedroom naked. I told him that I wasn’t ready for a big scene and that he would have to sleep on my floor because I didn’t want to be bothered that night.  So I put him in steel manacles and shackles and locked his hands to his feet with only about a foot of chain to let him have a little movement. Don’t get me wrong, he was still in a loose forward hogtie position and I doubt it would be so cozy to sleep like that. His cock was absolutely stiff as a board. I took a 1 gallon baggie and rubberbanded it around his cock and balls so that he could feel free to pee in the night if he had to. I took a light shower, then I dropped down and had him lick me for a little while until I was nice and relaxed.  Then I sat on a chair in front of him and donned my kid leather thigh high boots as he watched.. I put on my shoulder-length leather opera gloves. Then I walked a couple circles around him so he could wonder if I was going to be cruel to him. But like I said, I wasn’t ready for that yet. I mean, it had been 9 years. I stepped on his head, forcing it tightly against the floor and reminded him that I like absolute quite when I sleep. He understood. But just in case, I put in my earplugs. Because guess what, even the best slaves  involuntarily wriggle and squirm as the restraints get more and more uncomfortable.

I crawled into bed with my boots and gloves on, no panties or top. I always love sleeping in my boots. Some people like to sleep with their favorite pillow.

In the morning, I awoke to see a restrained slave on my floor looking pretty weary from the night of discomfort.  His plastic bag was full of pee around his manlyhood.  I unshackled him and told him to go to the shower, clean up, and meet  me in the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he showed up at the kitchen while I was cooking an omelet, never saying a word.  I handed him some oranges, a knife, and a juicer and told him to make a pitcher of o.j. Then I set the table and had him sit down for the omelet I had prepared. After a silent breakfast, I ordered him to clean up the kitchen while I got ready for work.

At first, I wanted to really restrain him and leave him for my whole day at work. I thought about chaining his neck to a bolt on the floor with zero slack in the chain. And I would handcuff his hands to another bolt on the floor, arms out straight. That way his neck would be locked down and his arms would be stretched out with no wiggle room at all. And I wanted to tie his cock and balls to a nearby post, and his legs backwards  toward the chain on his neck.  There would be no way he could touch himself.

But then the realistic side of my brain told me that something could go really wrong and he could end up with cut off circulation or have some kind of seizure being left in such a position for so long.

So I studied the room for alternate ideas. Then I notice my Skype camera on my computer. BINGO! A brilliant idea if I do say so myself. I could watch my slave from my camera while I am at work. And it even has sound so I can hear if something starts to go wrong or if a safeword is blurted out amidst the groans of agony (or pure ecstasy).

So I went ahead with my original bondage position. And believe me, this guy was going no where. But if, God forbid, a fire started or… whatever else… I could be home in 10 minutes if I hit all the green lights. And looking at the pathetic soul on my floor, I realized that 10 minutes might not be quite enough time and I could end up with a David Caradine on my hands. Shit. So I needed to have a way to probe him from time to time to make sure all was ok.

I made up a code. I said I’ll call on the phone and let it ring 2 times, then call back for 2 times again. After the 2nd call, he was to say “Thank You, Mistress” if all was “well.” . I would hear him on the Skype cam.

Then I positioned the mouse over the the Skype button area where it would eventually ask to “accept the incoming call.” I carefully taped the mouse there. I positioned a large heavy book a couple inches above the mouse and supported one end on with a plastic cup. So the book was at an angle and poised to drop onto the mouse to activate the Skype call. I tied a string to the cup and put the other end in the guy;s hands, telling him to pull the cup out with the string when he hears the incoming Skype call.

So I fucked with him a little bit with my dressage whip, then headed off to work.

When I got to work, everything was normal. Ground hog day.  I turned on my computer and launched Skype, making the call to my home. Like magic, the call was answered! Damn, I’m good!! Ferris Bueller would be proud.

The image came up and…. There was my old boyfriend…  right in my office… completely helpless and at my mercy. I was controlling him from this far away. For whatever reason, it was really turning me on to know that he was on my screen in my office! And it wasn’t even a porn site, so there were no red flags to the IT guys.  When coworkers would come into my office, I would temporarily cover the Skype screen with my work documents, the windows of which were strategically placed to cover the Skype at the click of a mouse.

I never expected to get that kind of a thrill from this, but it really gave me a charge. I loved watching him squirm and agonize over his restraints and uncomfortable position. And sometimes, I would put in my headphones and hear the audio, which got me going even more. And the thing is, he had no idea if I was watching him at any given moment, or even if I was watching at all.

About 4pm, he was really starting to get vocal with his groans. It was a little scary. I mean, the guy was basically hogtied for a whole day. So I called him with the telephone secret ring. And between his groans, I heard a very clear and direct “Thank you, Mistress.”  So clearly, he was still in the game.

And luckily, other than that,  there were no problems with the physicality of the situation. I didn’t have to make an emergency departure from work. And when I finally got home, my little slave looked absolutely and agonizingly exhausted and spent. When I unchained him, he started crying from the delayed discomfort. I told him to go flop on my bed and I gave him an outstanding hot dinner from my local Japanese restaurant I had stopped by on the way home. He devoured the meal. Then I told him to get himself off while I watched.  Even though we aren’t so compatible as boyfriend/girlfriend, I did have a nice connection with him. We slept together that night.. He spooned me. And I even had my boots off.  The next morning, he was off. Maybe I’ll see him again in another 9 years.

But now my Skype camera at work is empty. It was really fun to have a slave at work!

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