Standing quietly in a corner I was fuming.  I had agreed to this situation, but
somewhere along the way it had stopped being fun and I wanted to end it, get out,
call it quits.  The only problem was I was standing naked with my hands tied to
the ceiling just high enough to keep only my toes touching the ground.  As a
result I couldn’t leverage my weight or my strength to pull the hooks out of the
ceiling.  I had stood here long enough before getting angry that my arms were
tired and wouldn’t support me flipping upside down to the utilize the energy left
in my legs.  So I was stuck, tied to a ceiling and ready to bite someone’s head
off.

Of course I also wore a blindfold so I couldn’t see whether my assailant was
still in the room.  It was quiet, and it had been for several hours but she had
been quiet before and this was her game.  I had agreed to allow her the luxury of
tying me up.  I had agreed to her tormenting me for a while, but I never thought
she would go so far as to leave me hanging here for so long.

My muscles were cramping, nothing serious, but enough to create the necessity of
movement.  Yet to move required strength,  something I was in short supply of. 
Every time I would lift myself to relief the cramps in my toes,  my arms would
ache.  If I moved from side to side in an attempt to stretch my arms somewhat
different than the position they were tied, my back would cramp.  If I relaxed my
back and arms, my toes would bear all the weight and begin to cramp.

Damn her!  How long was this process suppose to last?  What was she trying to
prove?  I hope she was getting some sadistic form of pleasure out of this,
because the only thing I was getting is angry.   My heart was racing, my face was
tense, all of this just adding to the general exhaustion.

About this time I felt the pain of a feather stroking me just along the rib cage.
 Although it would normally have tickled, the blood flowing to every part of my
body made the sense reel in agony.   I reached with my body to avoid the contact
but there was no energy left and my restraints made it impossible to get far
enough away.  "God damn you!" I shouted as I began to kick wildly in the air.  I
hit nothing, but the agony of the feather stopped.  "What the fuck do you think
you’re doing?  Let me down!"

"Ah, but the game isn’t over," she said with an air of innocence.

"Yes it is.  Now untie me."  My head was pounding but my body grew limp.

"Not until you’ve given up."

"Damn you, I give up.  I give up.  I give up."  The brief expense of energy left
without the will to remove the pain.

"No you haven’t.  You’re still angry."

"God Damn it!" I screamed as I began kicking the air again.  "Fuck you! Fuck
you!"

"See"

"No, I can’t see.  I have a fucking blind fold on, you bitch."  I swayed back and
forth, uncontrollable as if I was a slab of meat hung in a meat locker that had
been knocked by a negligent passer by.

"I’ll come back when you’ve calmed down."

"I can’t calm down." Tears began to form in my eyes.  "I can’t."  There was no
energy in my voice.  There was no energy anywhere.   Silence.

After a long pause the feather returned to my ribs.  I couldn’t feel it or
perhaps better put I could feel every individual quill but there was nothing left
inside of me to cause even the slightest reaction, not even my face twitched.  I
hung there thinking about nothing but the soft caress of the feather, a stark
contrast to the numbing pain I felt everywhere else.

"Very good.  Maybe you are ready."

"Please."  I wanted to say more but I couldn’t.  There was no energy to talk or
even think of more.

I felt the feather move down my stomach to my crotch.    Like before there was no
reaction, no emotion only the awareness of the feather and my skin.  Then my
assailant touched me with her hand.  She began to mold my member.  It was as if
she was checking for life or sifting river mud for rocks or twigs.  Nothing.

She moved in with her mouth.  First I could feel her breath against my thighs,
then her hair and then her lips as she delicately scooped up my remains and took
me inside.  I grew hard.  And as I grew the strain of the rest of my body eased. 
It was as if she was injecting me with new life.  Yet, as I grew closer to climax
the cramps and the pain returned, worse that before.  This new life was only one
more painful.  I reached, I pulled, I strained and finally I came.  It one great
burst every muscle in my body pored forth and cried out.

Suddenly I fell to the floor, a heap of flesh, spent and exhausted.  The tears
that had started before came now in waves free from their bonds. I sobbed
uncontrollably.  I couldn’t move, nor did I want to; I just wanted to cry.

My assailant wrapped her arms around me, took off my blindfold and ties and
kissed me about my face, shoulders, arms and back.  I fell asleep in her arms
never more relaxed in all my life.