She awoke to find me watching her.  The preparations had been
completed and now I just needed my captive ready to experience
them.   She said nothing as she rose to a sitting position.  She
raised her hands to softly touch her breast and winced and gasped
at the pain.  She looked at me now, quite calmly, and there was
no fear or submission in eyes but neither was there the burning
defiance that had been there before. “Well”, she rasped, her
throat quite sore, “what do you intend to do with me now ?”.
“The first thing is to get some water into you”, I said.  She
raised her hands to accept the canteen from me. “I think not”, I
said as I went behind her.  “Raise your head and open your
mouth”, I commanded, and when she did so I began to pore a little
into her mouth as I stroke her throat and then dripped some onto
her lips, then dripped a little water onto her hot cheeks and
forehead, behind her ears and onto her closed eyes and gently
spread the fluid around, with a small amount into her mouth
between each other stop. Then I poured a liberal amount into her
hair and into a towel I draped as gently as I could across the
back of her neck, and finally wet a cloth and ran it over the
veins in her forearms and opposite her elbows.  “I had thought to
put it in a dog bowl and let you lap it up when you got thirsty
enough, but I’m glad that wasn’t necessary.  I suppose  you’re
hungry ?”, I asked.  “Ravenous”.  I’d brought some fruit, which I
allowed her to take in her hands to eat.  “So, slave, are you
ready to play some more ?”, I inquired.  “None of this has seemed
much like play so far”, she answered.  “Perhaps not.  Are you
ready to proceed ?”.  “No”.  “Good.  Unfortunately for you, it
will happen anyway”, I told her.  She sort of smiled, and said,
“So my consent isn’t required.  What a surprise”.  I slipped a
pair of leather mittens over her hands and secured them, locked a
handcuff around one wrist, then cut the nylon cord and quickly
seized her wrists and pulled them behind her. Surprisingly, she
didn’t offer any resistance, which partly thrilled and partly
disappointed me.  I blindfolded her before unchaining her feet
and applying some shackles.  I wasn’t about to be taken in by her
current passivity, which was not submission but only a lack of
resistance. If she was waiting for a chance to act, she wasn’t
going to get one. I pulled her to her feet, then placed her her
high heels by them and told her to slip them on; she offered some
marginal resistance to my guiding her feet into the shoes, but
put no real effort into it.  I put a leash around her neck and
led her out of the tent.  When I got her to the apparatus, I ran
a chain from each side of the apparatus to an ankle before I
removed the shackles, then drew each ankle apart until she was
standing with her legs spread and fastened by short chains while
her hands were locked behind her back.  The leash I fastened to a
pole extended above her head; it hung loosely but would prevent
her from sitting or laying down.

Since this formidable female was now completely helpless, I could
have safely removed the blindfold, but I thought better of it.
We had lots of time, she was completely helpless and could not
possibly get free, so I could afford to wait and let her think
about what I was going to do to her.  She was probably imagining
techniques so cruel that even I wouldn’t employ them.  I
certainly hoped she was, perhaps I could get her to tell me what
those techniques might be; one should always have something to
aspire to. I didn’t say anything, I just watched her stand there,
helpless.  As time creeped by, her squirming and testing of the
restraints indicated the tension was getting to her.  Finally,
she said, “So do you have something for me ?”. “In due time,
slave”, I replied. She fidgetted a little more. “You’re trying to
get it up, right ?”, she asked, “Jesus, we’ll be here all summer
waiting for that miracle”.  I walked over and stood behind her.
“Really, slave, I’m hurt.  You have so little respect for me that
you think I can be provoked into premature action”, I said.  Now
speaking softly into her ear, I told her, “You can’t move me,
Patricia, not with lust, and not with anger.  Your marvelous
intelligence, your wonderful command of language, your charms and
sensual skills, none of these will help you, they can no more
affect me than your impressive physical strength affects these
chains.  You are completely helpless, there is nothing that you
can do or say that will alter your fate in the slightest.  I will
determine what happens to you, how it happens, when it happens.
You have no say in this, and absolutely no control.  It’s your
body, it’s your life, but it’s my decision”.  I put my hands on
her shoulders; they were knotted with tension.  “Are you really
in such a hurry to be hurt again ?”, I asked, as I began
caressing her bare back. “You’ve no place to go and nothing to do
but to experience what I want you to feel”, I told her, my hands
now gently fondling her buttocks.  I reached below them and began
to stroke her between the legs; she trembled a bit and shifted her
feet but wasn’t trying to evade the touch.  “Not so hard to find
moisture in the desert, is it, Patricia ?”, I asked.  She didn’t
answer.  Her head was moving slightly and her lips were parted
but she not giving any willing responses.  I kept one hand
working her vagina while I put the other under her head and turned
it to me.  I started kissing her neck and face; my hand on her
throat felt the moan before it escaped from her lips.  I kissed
her mouth, softly and quickly, then went back to the circuit of
her face and neck, stopping occasionally at the mouth.  As she
was not trying to pull away, I released my grip on her neck; she
didn’t move and I continued to kiss her face and neck and mouth.
I moved my free hand to her breast and very, very gently stroked
her nipple.  She gasped a little but didn’t move.  I kissed her
on the mouth, holding the kiss.  She neither resisted nor
responded.  I kissed her mouth again, while the hand in her
pussy sent a finger probing inside her vagina.  She moved her
mouth away but I followed and locked my lips to hers and she
began to return my kiss.  As we kissed I again gently stroked her
nipple and I felt her react, not entirely in pain.  She was quite
moist now and her hips were moving to increase the friction
between my fingers and her vagina.  She was kissing fervently now
and when I broke from her mouth to kiss her neck and face her
moans were now free and unselfconscious and I felt the heat in
her neck and throat, a heat not deriving from the setting desert
sun.  I removed the blindfold so she could see the sunset, though
as she pressed against me, rubbing her back into my chest and her
head against mine as we continued to kiss each other, her eyes
were open only briefly.  As darkness settled around us she was
thoroughly aroused.  She rubbed her buttocks against my crotch
and said, archly, “It seems we have our miracle”.  “Would you
like me inside you ?”, I asked.  “YES”, she said, in a cry that
was partly shouting and partly laughing.  “Yes, yes, please
HURRY !”, she demanded.  “Slave, if you get what you want this
weekend, THAT will be the miracle”, I said as I stepped away
>from her. “OHH, YOU BASTARD, YOU MONSTER”, she shouted as her
body shook and she stamped her feet. “HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME THIS
WAY !  HOW COULD YOU DO THIS YOU SEXLESS IMPOTENT CREEP – I HATE
YOU – I’LL KILL YOU”, she screamed.  She went on at some length,
screaming at me as she writhed and stamped.  She was trying
desperately to close her legs, but the chains wouldn’t give; I
was hoping she wouldn’t break anything as she pulled at the chains.
She was straining her arms to get down there, but even if she
could have reached that far the thick leather mittens would have
prevented her from getting a finger where it could do any good.