Why I hate the Movie "Titanic"

Submitted by: WB

i finished the dishes and went into the living room to kneel next to Mistress. i never got the chance.

Mistress grabbed my by the chastity device and told me she was leading me to my room. It was too early for sleep; i just hoped Mistress was amorous and not putting me away for the night.

"I'm going to tie your hands," She said.

i put my hand behind my back.

"No," she said, "behind your head like you are doing sit-ups"

It wasn't exactly like i was doing sit-ups (stomach crunches actually). It was inside of wrist to inside of wrist and more like behind my neck.

"This will make it easier for you when lying on your back. Well it means I can leave you on your back for a long time. That is sort of the same thing," She said. She pushed me down on my bed. i was on my back. "Now lift your legs. I'm going to tie your feet to your thighs."

She did so and the rolled me over. "Turning you over is the hard part but your hands can cause problems. I left a long end on purpose. Pity there is not room in your "A" ring. I'll have to tie it to your thighs so you can't raise your hands and bring them down in front of you."

Then she rolled me back onto my back. i would have helped, but i was completely immobilized.

"I won't be upset," She said. "Try to move."

i tested it in the way it prevented. i tried straining, but her knots were true. i tried relaxing and giving it lots of slack to try and ease my way out but it did not loosen enough. i tried basic movement and realized how much was dependent on outstretched legs. There was one muscle group i was sure was unaccounted for. I tried a sit up.

I was glad the rope from my hands to my thigh was not tied to my "A" ring. i realized She could have looped it around my balls. i had to thank My Mistress for her mercy.

She watched this and smiled. When I reported that I could not move, and thank you for not tying my hands to my balls, she laughed.

"Maybe some other time." She said. "I'm trying something new." She unlocked my curve and removed the cage portion. She likes the way the "A" ring pushes my balls forward. My penis (well, her penis, but you know what i mean) became erect almost immediately. (Its first tries were kind of tentative as it expected resistance that was not there.)

"Tell you what," She said, "I want to make some preparations. If you can masturbate, go ahead." She then left.

i struggled some more. i was 99.9% sure i could not move, but a 0.1% chance of an orgasm is real good.:)

When She came back it was with a video camera and a tripod. "Keep struggling, it w ill make my keepsake so much better. If you make the video good i might let you cum even if you cant get free."

Then she left. As i struggled i heard the door open and the car drive off.

Was that an hour tape or eight hour?

i quickly cam to the conclusion that i could not free myself, but struggled on so the tape would be interesting enough she would keep her word.

After a time (i could not see a clock) She came back and took down the video camera. "Offer still stands," She said, "but I see you've had no success Why don't you wait right here while i watch my video."

I heard and smelled her micro waving popcorn and heard sounds from the TV that seemed familiar. Hours later, when she came back she was wearing a teddy that i knew from experience had an un-snapable crotch.

She reached between her legs and i heard a "snap". She sat on my face and I licked her to two orgasms before said the video was good. She used Baby oil to massage my stiff aching rod. I was on the verge when i felt the ice.

"Unfortunately, dearie," she said, "It was not good enough." She put the curve back on when i was down. "My," she said, "You are thick there. You are not as long as you think, but you are thicker than you thought."

When she put it back on she said, "I'm going to watch Titanic again. I know how much you hate that movie, so i think I'll be kind and leave you here until i tie you up for bed."


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