The Lock by Patrick Richards, A Femdom Novel
Sean Malone is a horny college student with good looks, a buff body and a secret fantasy to be dominated by a beautiful woman. He spends hours entertaining himself with femdom porn and fantasizing about his dream Domme. One day, while checking his email, he finds one from a mystery woman, along with a picture of a masked, leather-clad Dominatrix and instructions to meet her at a local bar. From Annie, his new girlfriend? Or someone else? Regardless, an eager Sean is in the bar at the appointed time, though his mystery date remains a mystery. After a few games of pool and plenty to drink, he woozily leaves the bar, only to black out. When he revives, he finds himself naked and gagged with his wrists strung up high. Standing before him is the formidable mistress from the emailed picture, who's ready to give him all the submissive thrills he craves. The night is one big blur, and the next morning he wakes to discover that his cock has been pieced through with an oversized locking padlock, for which he has no key. And he still has no clue to the identity of his magnificent mystery Domme.
Annie is particularly understanding of his predicament, which is a great relief to Sean. However, when he joins her and her friends for a Spring Break camping trip, Annie's inner-Domme arises with surprising results. She turns him into their personal slave, and for the rest of the trip, he's stripped, collared, gagged, feminized and available at their beck and call. Later, four college brutes show up, and the abusive treatment he receives from them is almost more than he can bear.
With Spring Break over, Sean's real life resumes, but it will never be the same. Emails and scenes with his leather-clad mystery Domme continue; at the same time, his relationship with Annie heats up. Are they rivals or are they working together? While he waits to discover the answer, one of the brutal thugs from the Spring Break trip has own chilling plans for this hapless submissive.
Strong S&M Femdom content including heavy bondage and whipping scenes, forced chastity and denial, humiliation, kidnapping, torture, nonconsensual, forced M/m, feminization, bastinado, leather fetish-wear, public nakedness and submission, and a variety of sexual scenes.
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October 19, 2010
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Excerpt from The Lock by Patrick Richards
No Possible Escape by Patrick Richards
Sean can't believe his good fortune when his roommates leave town for the weekend and he has the apartment to himself. Time for his bondage fun and games... but this time, did he go too far?
I couldn't believe my luck. The apartment was going to be mine for the whole weekend - no roommates, no one, just my movie and me. My mind shifted into mach speed overdrive.
It was only about 4:30. In a few minutes, they'd all be gone. I would have until late tonight to watch some poor masochist get his ass royally beaten. Many ideas started flashing through my brain. I could spend most of the evening in some sort of self-bondage and watch the movie repeatedly.
As soon as they leave, I'll go get a secret locked duffel bag that I keep hidden in the trunk of my car. It holds a variety of bondage equipment that I've bought from time to time off the internet. Then all I'd have to do is decide the best position to use, but by the time I reached the top of the stairs, it was all figured out. I'd chain myself up just a few feet from the screen, unable to move for several hours. The whole action would be right in my face, up close and personal. The earphones would allow me to hear every painful slash of her cane and every one of his muffled screams and moans. I'd watch every one of his muscles react as her cane and cat brutally batter his perfectly presented ass.
It wasn't long before my computer and big screen were ready. I found my wind-up alarm clock in the bottom drawer of my dresser. I'd set it up to hold the keys for my release. I liked the clock far better than a block of ice with a key froze inside. It was far less messy, not having the water dripping all over. Besides, with three other guys in the house and using the freezer I wouldn't want one of them finding my keys frozen in some container.
I had filed a small notch in the alarm clock winding knob so a knotted string could be hooked over it. With the clock on the dresser far away from my reach, the string would stretch up through a ring in the ceiling light fixture and hold the keys to my locks far above me. When the alarm finally goes off, the knob turns as the spring unwinds, releasing the string and dropping the keys down to me. Only then will I able to release myself, but until then I'll be bound, totally helpless and forced to watch his wonderful ordeal.
That was all I could do until all my buddies got their asses out of town. I just wished they'd hurry. Therefore, in the meantime, I pulled out one of my new magazines to check out the stories. Leather Links is probably my favorite.
When I finally heard the first of my friends leave. My already engorged cock started dripping its juice. I knew that in a few minutes my self-imposed bondage would resemble one of those helpless guys in the magazine.
In just a few minutes, I was naked in my room. I set the little clock to the proper time and set the alarm for ten o'clock. Since the final lock would be closed by six o'clock, I figured I would be in bondage for at least four hours.
Leather wrist and ankle cuffs were soon locked in place and a heavy steel screw eye was twisted tightly into the floor directly below the keys that hung above. I put an inch wide leather-ball spreader-strap tightly around my scrotum, leaving a short length of chain hanging down between my legs. ...
I ran the string that held my keys through the ring below the light. As I picked up the alarm clock, my fingers slowly danced over the knobs. Reluctantly I grabbed the little knob that controlled the alarm setting. I couldn't see the dial, but twisted it back and forth repeatedly. Now I had no idea what time the alarm would go off, but it didn't make any difference. I would kneel in front of the TV and be forced to watch the film no matter how long it took. The steel locks and chains would never give. No matter how much I struggled, I would be held fast and completely helpless. How much better could it get?
Time didn't matter. Without looking, I put the clock in the top drawer of my dresser and closed it nearly shut, leaving just enough room for the knot to pass when the alarm went off.
The ear phones from the TV were pushed into my ears, followed by a large ball gag lodged tightly into my mouth behind my teeth. My cock was fully erect as I pulled my leather hood over my head. The only opening was for my eyes. I tugged on the laces making them extra tight and pulled the leather straps securely before locking them in place.
I locked a thick leather posture collar around my neck before going back to my bondage bag. As I walked around my cock bobbed up and down a little. It was fully erect and still dripping. Everything was nearly ready. I plugged the earphones into the front of the television, turned the volume up full blast and turned on the computer. It was time.
A short length of chain was locked to each ankle cuff after passing through the ring in the floor. I knelt down on the hardwood directly in front of the TV just as the beautiful Goddess started strapping her anxious victim in place over the horse. He was also sporting a massive boner, not really knowing his fate.
As his Mistress buckled the heavy manacles around his ankles, I took the chain from my ball strap and passed it between my legs and through the floor ring. I knelt there for a few moments, knowing that once I closed the final lock my destiny was totally in the hands of a Big Ben alarm clock. I thought about it for a minute and watched the beautiful vixen tighten the last of her slave's straps. He was now tightly bound and at her mercy.
I didn't want any leniency either and realized that if something went wrong I'd still be chained here until Sunday night when my roommates got home. Just as he had no escape, I wouldn't either. The excitement grew. It was a tremendous rush as my adrenaline started pushing through my veins.
As I pondered my situation, the first slash of her cane landed across his small tight ass. It echoed loudly through the earphones, roaring through my brain. My cock jumped wildly with excitement. Reaching behind my back I picked up the chain from my balls and pulled it tight. My jewels were pulled back between my legs forcing my cock to point straight out in front of me. I had already locked a short three-inch chain to my right wrist cuff. There was just one lock left. I ran the wrist chain through a loop in the end of my ball chain. All I had to do was snap the last padlock shut.
My heart was pounding. I could feel my chest heaving with both fear and excitement. I stared straight ahead, unable to move my head and watched another painful lash burn across his ass. As he reeled from the painful blow, I pushed the lock shut.
There was a solid unheard click, but it was done. I had no possible way to get loose until the keys fell and no way of knowing how long it would take.
I pulled as hard as I could on the chains, but they wouldn't budge. With that little pressure between my fingers, I had sealed my fate. There was no turning back. There was no possible escape.
Suddenly my mind started questioning my earlier movements. Had I pulled out the tiny, little button setting the alarm? I couldn't remember. Was the space in the nearly closed dresser drawer wide enough to let the knot slip through? Would I be able to reach the keys if they dropped down from the light above? A cold layer of sweat immediately covered my naked body. Now, it didn't matter. I'd just have to wait and find out.
In order to secure the locks, I had to bend quite a ways back. As I leaned forward to a more normal position, the chain drew tighter on my balls, making me realize that the chain was just a little too short and pulled painfully on my testicles. All trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey I am ready for a night of fun.
Therefore, I knelt there. All I could do was stare straight ahead and crave each and every blow the young man endured. The black leather-clad beauty swung the cane as hard as she could. The crashing sound of the cane exploded loudly in my ears. The scene was nearly life size, just three feet in front of me. I could see his flesh quiver as the vicious rod struck. I could hear his muffled screams. I watched his chest heave as he sucked in a deep breath. I could see his eyes blast wide open and his nostrils flare as the cane struck his unprotected flesh. As the camera panned closer to his ass, I could see a deep, almost purple welt quickly rise up on his pale round cheeks.
There was a hissing in the air as the cane approached for another strike. It sounded like a fighter jet coming in low on a bombing run. As the bamboo rod made its sudden contact, the rounded globes of flesh seemed to devour the cane. They shook from the intense impact. Every muscle in his body reacted. His thighs instantly tightened and his body tried to rear up as he fought his unyielding bonds. Another reddish-black welt rose from his once pale smooth skin.
My cock jumped with every blow of the cane. I was truly mesmerized by her violent attack and could hardly wait for the next. Repeatedly she brutal beat his pain hungry ass. I marveled at the wonderful position his body was in. He was completely exposed for the pain he craved. He could fight it all he wanted, but there was no possible escape from her hungry whip.
Each time the cane struck him, an agonizing scream squeezed out of his tightly gagged mouth. His Mistress was relentless, always finding a new place to leave a deep black and blue welt.
My balls were in absolute high gear. They churned and deeply tingled every time the long wooden stick made contact. I was actually close to having an orgasm. My cock was to the point where I knew I was close to blowing. God, why does this excite me so?
Finally, I reached the spot where she changed weapons. She had picked up the cat and started on the next fifty lashes. He screamed and moaned as he thrashed in his bonds. He obviously knew what was coming next.
"What's the matter, asshole? You wanted this, remember?" she asked, toying with him.
He shook his head and moaned.
"Oh come on. It's not that bad. I could make it far worse. How 'bout this?" she chuckled, as she brought the whip up between his widely spread legs.
Animal like screams were far less muffled as each of the tails slashed across his unprotected balls and cock. His body seemed to explode as he bucked and tore at the unyielding horse, but it held him there now totally against his will.
The camera had caught the entire impact right up close in vivid color and breath-taking detail. I could see his low hanging nuts being attacked by the thick leather tails. They were brutally driven up against his crotch. The nine lashes separated and grabbed every inch of his scrotum. His unprotected testicles were wrapped and slammed by the fast flying leather fingers and seemed to disappear between his legs, before falling back down into sight. As his misshapen balls reappeared, they were scarlet red and already starting to swell.
As the evil cat found its mark, I too felt it. I sucked in a deep breath and felt that strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know what it's like to be kicked in the balls, but this seemed far worse. His poor jewels were totally exposed and unprotected, taking the full force of the blow.
Suddenly I realized how excited I was. My cock was surging with lust. My hips were actually moving back and forth in a fucking motion trying to get myself off. I fucked absolutely nothing harder and harder yanking on my balls, so I was being left unsatisfied and drenched in sweat and lust.
With the stiff collar and tight mask, I couldn't move my head. I couldn't look down to see my immense woody, but I could feel my heart pounding my fiery hot blood through it. My balls were tingling and overly full of hot jism just waiting to explode, but it didn't happen. I wasn't able to blow no matter how badly I wanted it. All I could do was watch her continue with his ordeal.
The agony he was experiencing was far beyond my comprehension, but I knew I wanted it.
I have never experienced a whipping. Hell, I never even had a good sound spanking from my parents when I grew up. Yet here I am, kneeling in a self-imposed bondage wishing someone would beat my ass just as if she was whipping his.
After a few moments to recover, she brought the cat across his already battered ass. He moaned again and shook his head back and forth. It was obvious he didn't want anymore, but that didn't matter.
"You begged me for a hundred lashes, and you're going to get every one of them," she playfully told him. "But I'm willing to negotiate. Would you like forty-nine more like that one or another dozen like this?"
Again, the cat splattered his balls against his pelvic bone. He coughed and choked through the gag. He cried and begged her to stop. His tears flowed and snot dripped from his nose. During it all, a horrendous moan generated deep from in his inner soul.
"Well, you name it. Here...," she asked while tapping his ass, "or here."
When she tapped his balls with the whip handle, he shook his head and definitely screamed, "No - o - o!"
My cock continued to pulsate and drip its searing juices. Massive doses of testosterone and other hormones surged through my veins. God, I envied him.
I was overly fascinated as the horrible cat left nine deep red stripes near the top of his thighs. It was newly charted territory. Her next lash splayed across his shoulder blades. Actually, it was a relief from the continued thrashing of his derriere.
Repeatedly she spread the tails across his ass. Welts criss-crossed welts, as she continued. By the seventieth lash, he had given up. There was little fight left. The pain of each lash just flowed on into the next.
"What's the matter, asshole?" she asked. "The hundred lashes you wanted, aren't what you expected? I bet when you try to sit in your office on Monday, it won't happen. In fact, when I'm done, you won't sit down for a long, long time. I'll guarantee it."
Suddenly she got his attention. She dropped her whip and reached between his legs. As she fondled his balls, his hips actually started to move. He started to fuck the horse that he was riding. Soon her hand reached his overly hard cock.
"Oh, you like this, don't you, slave?" she asked as she again rubbed his jewels. "You're so hard. Just think, thirty more lashes from my whip and I'll let you blow. Is that what you want slut?"
He bobbed his head up and down. Amazingly, he wanted more.
"You know that I'm going to whip your worthless balls again, don't you?"
I couldn't believe it when his head nodded up and down. He wanted it so badly.
She moved around so she was standing by his head. The cat slammed down over his ass cheeks and cascaded down onto his thighs. Nearly every third lash followed the crack of his ass and nipped at his nuts. The screams and moans were hardly audible even though he tried.
He threw his head back and forth and tried to move his ass away from her continued assault, but the thick leather manacles held him tight.
Finally, his Mistress moved back to her original position.
"98!" she whispered as she brought the cat up sharply between his legs. He bucked like a wild stallion as the whip found its mark.
"99!" The whip violently caressed his swelling testicles again. She brought the nine leather tails up harder than before, brutally battering his balls.
Silently he waited for the grand finale. He knew what was coming. With a big roundhouse swing, she delivered the final blow. He snorted, howled, and shook against the leather shackles, nearly passing out.
I couldn't believe the pain he had endured. As he limply hung there, she ran her hand over his brutally damaged flesh. Thin rivulets of blood trickled down the backs of his legs. Finally, she reached down, removed his gag and unbuckled the straps that held him. He slumped back off the horse and onto his knees. I could see the red marks and swelling on his savagely tormented cock and testicles. His pecker was just like mine - rock hard and ready.
"You can jerk off now, asshole."
"Thank you, Mistress," he mumbled hoarsely.
He grabbed hold of his pain-craving pecker and started to jack off. With just six simple strokes of his tightly closed hand, he blew an enormous load. A half dozen times is all it took to satisfy him.
"Alright asshole, your time's up."
He weakly crawled over to a nearby stool, reached into his pants pocket and handed his Mistress a wad of crumpled cash. She counted out $500. Five dollars for every time she struck him.
"Remember, no jerking off until you come back next month," she reminded him.
I guess I'm a little naive, and I realize that this was just a film, but I watched the whip hit his ass in wide screen high definition television. I saw the whip imbed itself in his tender hide. I knew it was real. He could feel the pain she had inflicted. Television wrestling is fate, but this was not. I could tell the difference. I know that there are women out there who take pleasure in dominating the submissive male, but where do I find one like her? As I watched the film, I realized that I really wanted to be dominated and tortured like that.
The first showing of the film ended as I realized that my knees hurt from kneeling on the hard floor for over an hour. Actually, my entire body was reacting to the position I was bound. My ankles were stretched so my toes pointing out directly behind me. They hurt too.
I tried to draw my toes forward, but it brought my heels up and put more strain on my balls. I was what they call being caught between a rock and a hard place.
As the film ended, I realized how uncomfortable I was. My hands were locked tightly behind my back and my balls were stretched clear back to my asshole. God, had I gone too far?