Lessons in suspension

The drive home had been full of suspense for both of them. Matt in the driver’s seed was looking forward to break in his new ****, while Gwen in her tight bondage was scared like never before in her life, as she was fully at this guys mercy.

In his house, Matt slightly changed the routine he had employed for Wonder Woman. Instead of tying Gwen up directly, he unceremonially dumped her on the ground in cell number two and closed the door. She wouldn’t be able to break loose from her strict bonds anyway, no matter how much time she had.

Taking his time, he got rid of all possible evidence with the help of his friendly neighbourhood incinerator and even had time for a little snack before he went back down to his basement. Checking on his captive, he confirmed that she was still slightly twisting in her bonds and decided to visit his first **** to let Gwen stew a bit longer. Diana – always happy to see her master - listened to every detail of his second capture while giving him a slow blowjob with her by now impeccable technique. As a small reward he allowed her a short look on his camera feed to see her first sister **** laying on the ground.

Fully satisfied with her lip service, Matt went back to his little Spidey. She had given up her escape attempts and for now accepted the helplessness of her situation. He lifted her up with the movable table until she was in a position he could work in comfortably while standing. The contraception he would use to break her was already hanging from the ceiling above them. Suspended from two heavy-duty bolts hung a metal bar with two eyeholes at its respective ends.

After retrieving two ropes, Matt went to work. The first rope was tied to the top of Gwen’s armbinder, the other one was linked to the tie around her feet. Both were then connected to the bar with a series of trusty knots. After making sure that both ropes were roughly the same length between his **** and the bar, Matt lowered the table and with it started her training.

His captive groaned as her bodyweight was completely shifted onto her shoulders and thighs. She realised what he had done to her and started thrashing around with new vigour. That turned out to be a bad idea. Her shoulders took the brunt of her own struggle and hurt like hell after a few moments, forcing a howl from her still gagged lips.

She calmed down and kept as still as possible to reduce the pain. That was the moment Matt struck again. He started spanking her, to the side of her butt and on her perky tits. Screams erupted from her still tightly gagged mouth. The combined agony of his spanking and the movement were too much for the young heroine.

He pulled off her mask and blindfold. Glaring into her eyes he gave her the same order his first **** had failed to follow: “I will ungag you and you will only speak when spoken to. Disobey me and I will make sure you will suffer through the night.”

She nodded frantically and when her gag was removed actually stayed silent. Matt offered her a bottle of water for her sore throat and she accepted. The sponge had taken on so much of her spit, that she was completely dried out by now. While he watered her by hand, he went over the rules that would shape her life form now on. “You will address me as sir or master at all times. You are now my **** and I am your owner, your free life is over. Disobedience means punishment. Do you understand these rules ****?”

His words had the indented effect on her. She through a tantrum cursing him with everything she had in her inventory. Matt **** her mouth open by violently pulling her hair with his left hand, while his right retrieved something from his pocket. Her screams were interrupted as the heavy titanium ring gag kept her lips permanently parted at a cruel distance.

While she was still throwing inaudible words at him, Matt took a brush coated in honey and applied it to the insides of her mouth. The effect was nearly instant and even stronger than he had expected. Gwen started to drool heavily, the honey forcing her to produce massive amounts of saliva, while the gag allowed it spill out freely. If she wanted to keep her spit in, she would have to keep her head tilted the entire night, which in turn would put even more weight on her shoulders.

After giving her some final spanks, Matt left her alone to swing around in her dark cell for the entire night. The proud young heroine wept pitifully, as she remembered the humiliation instilled on her in the span of less than one day. She had been stupid enough to follow him into the underground, got captured without a real fight like a damn rookie and trussed up like a turkey with no chance of escape on her own.

By the end of the night, the table below her head was covered in a mixture of spit, snot and drool and her body ached like hell. She decided to play be this asshole’s rules, at least until she could finally find a way to escape his clutches. She would start sweettalking him with her charm as soon as she could.