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By Susan Strict
John Savage’s book “Repression” is given the Femdom treatment by Susan Strict:
Snatched from the street to suffer a lifetime of pain and abuse at the hands of sadistic nuns, it seems that there is no possibility of escape for David. His only crime was to voice his opinion against the world government but, to the young man, the abuse and sexual torment he is forced to suffer seems completely out of proportion to his misdemeanours.
Published: 08 / 2009 No. words: 40500
Style: BDSM/Bondage – Content: Moderate – Fem Dom – F/M, Moderate BDSM, Bondage/BDSM Fetishes, Fantasy
The woman was wearing black, but David immediately realized that it was not a guard uniform. It was… Well, David did not know what to call it. The whole suit was made of leather and fitted its owner like a second skin. With a high and tight neckline, it covered almost every bit of skin, yet made the woman sexier then full nudity would have done. The fair-sized mounds of the top told of breasts at least as large as David had seen on any of the girls at his school. The waist was slender and flared nicely out to the hips. David could not see below that, but just knew that those leather-clad legs ended in high heels. They clicked on the concrete floor as she walked up. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. David could see no earrings, nor any make-up. The young woman had deep blue eyes and over-sized lips that made her seem to pout.
As the two guards stood by, this woman walked slowly around the newly arrived guest. David had never felt so strange under the gaze of a woman before. He was simply not used to being looked at like a piece of beef or a prized animal. He shuddered under that predatory gaze; it made him feel like a mouse cornered by a cat. The woman reached out and pulled one of the hairs at the top of his leg. David uttered a small noise as the hair was yanked out of his skin. It was not a lot of pain, but it was unexpected.
“Untie his legs,” she ordered.
David was glad to hear the order. Next, he truly hoped, would be his arms, which hurt much more than his legs.
Two of the women easily pulled him up to a sitting position at the edge of the table, and began unknotting the ropes with difficulty. The other guards had finished the bondage of this young man with seriously tight knots. As the ropes were peeled from his flesh, David was amazed to see the deep, red marks left behind. They had been put on tightly enough, but being folded up as he was had made them cut in all the more.
As they were removing the ropes, David suddenly saw something that frightened him a lot. In the gloved hands of this woman was a short, black leather whip! The slender whip was only two feet long, and it ended with a thinner strip of leather. David had no real way of knowing about such things, but instinct told him that such a whip would hurt.
His legs free, David waited for them to start on his arms. They did not. Instead, the woman nodded to them. “Take him to the prep room.”
He was carried to the prep room. There was no question about whether or not his legs would take his weight and allow him to walk. He was simply picked up, two guards on each side of him, and carried off through an open door. There were cabinets and a couple chairs, but the main attraction in that room was a table much like the examining table in a doctor’s office. It was a little longer than David and a little wider. He was immediately lifted up and placed on it. He thought he could see some straps attached to the sides of the table.
“Strap down his top part,” came the order. The guards were already doing just that. Placed on his bound arms, leather straps were quickly wrapped over David’s torso. One strap went across his chest, another over his waist. There was even one across his neck. All were pulled down tightly and buckled.
“Pull those shorts off.”
Again, as if anticipating the order, they were already reaching for him. David tried to resist, but it was hopeless. It took them not more than a few seconds to unlock the metal bracket around his genitals and unlink the chain. One woman forced his knees apart while the other slipped her finger into the very tight waistband and pulled. It took a bit of struggling for the rubber garment was indeed far too small for him. Deliberately or otherwise, she managed to pull out a more than a few of his pubic hairs along with the shorts.
“Come on, you know what to do next!” came the sharp order. Those sparkling blue eyes looked as if they might be happy using that whip on the guards.
They did know. Each took an ankle, pulled his legs apart until the knees were just over the edges of the table, and then pulled down so his legs from the knee down were pressed against the sides of the table. There was a strap waiting for each ankle and in a few seconds David’s legs were held wide apart.
All four guards stood at the end of the table. They seemed eager for the next stage of this procedure.
