Sweat by Chattel

He was furious.  He could feel his heart beating quickly in defiance.   Struggling against the bonds would not help, but they would upset her, so he tried to keep his struggle within. His hood was sweaty from the inside and it was itching, but there was nothing he could do about it in his bonds. Damn, he hated it, he thought to himself.  These things are better in a fantasy. Why would he go to such great lengths to get himself in this kind of pathetic trouble, why crave the real thing and envy the slaves on the porn clips so much he had to follow,  when he could just sit in his chair comfortably, as always, and "identify" with them while jerking off, watching them get beaten or something.

He makes a silent decision just to do everything that is required of him and try very hard not do anything he would regret during this session. Later, when he's back on safe ground he would think clearly about what to do next, and if he decides then to end this he'll do it properly, without rebellion or drama that may discourage her.  He would not do anything silly to upset her, she's really nice and he wouldn't want to hurt her. She's a good girl that he wouldn't want to disappoint, he thought. She does it because he has agreed to it, so there's nobody to blame beside himself.

Oh that horrible itch in the forehead and there's nothing he can do about it.. And those nipple clamps.  Why did she have to add them absent mindedly in the last moment, without giving them a thought?  It is so distracting and it's hard to find a peace of mind for one second with them on. One of them is so loosely hanging from the nipple and that's an extra torture she is probably not aware of at all. These types of suffering, the ones she's not even aware of, are the worst to take because there's no gratification in them, none at all.

Muscles hurt and it's only been 5 minutes at most. This will have to last at least half an hour, she had said. That's eternity! And all the time it takes, there are so many errands to do and he won't be able to finish them today. No way he could call his mom today as he promised her, he thought to himself. Alright, can he say that it's been 6 minutes now? Can't be, it has been just another 10 seconds at most. About 5 minutes since he heard the room door closing as she left him there and went to watch TV. He could hear the closing the door, that's where the desperation began. Watching that comedy on TV again, 30 will minutes pass very quickly for her. She would not think of him and every second of his unbearable struggle. This is so frustrating!

Muscles hurt more and more and he's really boiling now, struggling, trying not to make a loud noise so she won't perceive it as protest against her. God, she's so technical, her skills are really great but she's like a block of ice. Why not spend time with people who appreciate your contribution, who are nice to you in return?  Why does he have to be attracted to this black coldness?  Why insist on making rain in the middle of the sahara desert instead of finding a normal woman that would give back? Keep cool, you'll pass that, he tells himself. It feels like eternity but it will end. Keep on.

And then, as he settled down a little, perhaps 3 long minutes later - he felt it. One, two, three taps on his latex clad ass cheek. Reassuring taps, a playful rhythm, almost cheerful. With each tap her hand slipped an inch or two over the latex. She was rewarding him! Surely she was happy with his performance so far!  Wow, that felt great! Mistress is pleased, and she didn't really leave the room, she tricked him. She actually watched him, so his inner struggle didn't go completely unnoticed. Perhaps she might have even smiled to herself in satisfaction now.

Well, she should be satisfied, he thought. She got him trained to endure all of this for her, so she deserved to be pleased with herself.  She was such a powerful lady. What a honour to be hog tied like that for her. He felt so proud, so helpless, so small in her shadow.  Suffering for her felt so sweet, being exactly how and where she wants him to be. Oh, the more of it the better - like the sweat in his forehead and the hanging nipple clamp that is about to fall, all contributing to the sweet misery.

Oh wait, she just picked the nipple clamp up, brushed his nipple on her hand and readjusted it, just now! She was aware of that too! He felt a bit sorry that the clamp was a bit too comfortable now to the point he could really ignore it. It suddenly became a bit too easy just when he wanted to concentrate in the pain and discomfort and feel every second of it. It was so exciting, so arousing, and one of the moments he would wish would last forever.