The Man in the Stocking Cap
This sounds so cliché, but it really was a dark and stormy night.
Standing in the darkness, I knocked softly at the door. A small man in a stocking cap answered. He motioned for me to enter, his eyes taking me in as he did so. The room was dim, illuminated only by a large fire in a stone hearth. I stood motionless for a few moments letting my eyes adjust to the room...To my right I noticed a large steel cage, and past that in the furthest doorway was a skeleton hanging...a silent observer, a past guest?
My heart began to beat faster as I took the fullness of the room in. In the center of the room attached to the high ceiling, just in front of the hearth, hung four thick, long, chains. He continued to watch me and finally spoke ''sit there'' he said, pointing to a large stone with an animal skin on it, next to the fire. I sat on the hard stone seat, and he seated himself a few feet away. He asked me about myself, my life...
It was only a job interview, the ad had said '' female, artist, model, clothed or nude, bondage, for ceramic artwork. Yet he continued to question me about whom I was, what my life had been like...as though he wanted to capture my essence in my words. I told him I had answered his ad because I had seen the word bondage in it and I had only recently begun to explore my own desires. My thoughts were fragmented yet he seemed to understand as I gave words to them as best I could. He too spoke of his own confusion, torment and desires. He got up and moved to where the chains hung, taking hold of them with his hands and looking at me. I began telling him of my recent (my first and only) experience with bondage, pain and pleasure, ...my story poured effortlessly and shamelessly from my lips. I shifted on the hard stone as I told my story, feeling my own desire welling up inside of me...I
He smiled, he understood my torment, my desire as well as my confusion. He sat down directly across from me on the opposite stone and asked me if I would like to stand under the chains, to reach up and take hold of them. (I thought perhaps he might like to sketch me that way for his artwork) I shyly said ''yes, yes I would like that'' I moved to the chains and reached up, feeling my body stretch, the steel chains cool to the touch...
I was wearing faded jeans that hung at my hips and a tight tee shirt that raised to expose my belly as I gripped the chains...his eyes moving to my exposed stomach, to the little ring in my navel...I made no effort to move or let go as he watched me. I only returned his gaze, feeling...feeling my heart pound with desire mixed with fear, feeling a warmth spreading in my body.. He stepped over to a small table and removed everything from it.
The top of the table opened, and he brought out two leather wrist restraints from inside its hidden compartment...he held them out to me, I reached out and took them, he reached in again selecting a leather swatter, also handing it to me. He stepped close to me, gazing at me, then taking one of the wrist restraints...the beautiful black leather from my hand, he opened it for my wrist. I offered my wrist to him.
He placed the leather cuff on my wrist...my body trembling, a warm heat spreading through me....my breathing becoming more rapid as he placed the second cuff on my wrist also taking the swatter from my hand. He secured both wrists to the chains hanging above. He stood there watching me, helpless as I was. ''Do you like this?'' he asked. ''Oh yess'' was my only reply. He ran his hand over my stomach, and then up to my breasts, squeezing them gently.
his hands on my breasts, squeezing them, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He pushed my sweater all the way up, to expose my breasts. Then turning he reached out and picked up the little clamps from the table. Bending down he began licking my nipples, sucking, pulling with his mouth until they stood out, hard and ready for his torments. He placed the little silver clamps on my nipples, pain shooting through my body as they bit into my skin.
The sweet pain taking my breath away for a moment. He pulled on the little chain connecting them. Kissing me as I moaned softly..then moving behind me, he ran the leather swatter down my back and over my ass. ''How much time can you stay?'' he asked. I told him until 9:30, which was maybe 45 minutes. He slapped my Levi clad bottom with the swatter, which made me jump. Several more times he slapped my butt with the swatter.
''Can you feel that?'' he asked. '' Yes, yes I can'' I told him. (But not nearly enough I thought to myself) As if he heard my thought, he moved to the front of my body and unbuttoned my jeans. Fear, almost panic spread through me as I realized what he was going to do. Yet I said nothing. My wide eyes spoke for themselves. He unzipped my faded Levi's and slowly pulled them down along with my white cotton panties to expose my round ass. He smiled and stepped to the side of me, looking at my exposed backside. Then he brought the leather slapper down, across my flesh.. He spanked my ass many times with the semi still leather. The little man with the stocking cap woke me up that night with his understanding for my need…
He stopped as suddenly as he began. It's 9:30. Time for you to go.
He released my craving need for pain that night. Thank you Mattie, funny little man in the stocking cap.
By: Emma Soji
(One of My first BDSM kink type of experience ever)