Life of a Masculine Geek Dominant – NSFW

My origin story, published in Punch Riot Magazine, Special Issue – Sex & Sanctimony.

“The frantic thrashing and struggling sounds from the other room continued as the muffled cries for mercy, mixed as they were with deep groans of pleasure, fell upon my unconcerned ears.

Over this, I could just make out the low, persistent hum of the Hitachi wand. I gazed over the kitchen mantle and watched with satisfaction as she struggled and strained against the ropes binding her hands and feet to the chair. I smiled and returned to making my lunch.

With a small fork I whisked the egg mixture briskly then set the bowl aside to turn the flame on low and set my new small cast iron pan down. I had already coated it with a thin layer of unsalted butter and it was now time to transform the yellow liquid into my lunchtime omelette.

It’s always a tad bit exciting to try out newly purchased items, isn’t it? Particularly when you have a beautiful woman in the other room naked, except for black thigh highs and heels, roped tightly to a chair and gagged with her own panties. Yes, you read that right, a gag made from her own sopping wet panties.

More struggling, followed by whimpering and exasperated crying. The wand hummed on mercilessly. The heavy, old wooden chair creaked.

“Ohhhhhh, gddddd!” She screamed into her panty gag. A scream of pure, visceral pleasure.

Oh yes, indeed. Sometimes it’s an oversized, mouth widening, bright red or purple ball gag. Here and there I’ll employ an inflatable butterfly gag, pumping it up, stretching her mouth wide and full. Like a chipmunk with it’s mouth stuffed with food.

Not today. It’s her own used panties this time, packed tightly in her mouth and held first by three crisscrossing layers of white microfoam (hypoallergenic) tape, and then a roll of black vet wrap, leaving only her little nose free for air.

Her breathing was now ragged, erupting in uncontrolled gasps like an asthma victim wobbling on the edge of complete panic. The chain connecting the two japanese clover clamps, one on each nipple, jangled and shook. Hmm, maybe I’ll add a little bell next time and some weights.

I knew at that point her eyes were rolling in the back of her head in sheer ecstasy.

I smiled again and tipped the bowl and let the egg slowly flow slowly into the iron pan…”

That’s all you bastids get. Want to read the whole essay complete with screenshots and photos?

Then head over to Punch Riot and buy The PunchRiot Magazine Special Issue – Sex & Sanctimony

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