Final Steampunk Bondage: Steam Powered Spanking Machine

By Zatanna Dark

"Although many males dressed in Steampunk outfits can look Geeky yet Cool, Girls . . . Girls in Steampunk outfits just plain take Sexy to a whole nother level . . . as did Elizabeth. Her outfit was perfect along with her confidence and Eyes . . . OMG! Those Eyes . . .

Having picked the perfect random gear from the old Pony Express bag and having it mesh with the one Elizabeth had took him on a Journey he could have only dreamed of . . . and or had nightmares about . . .

As painful as his first experience at the end of her cane was, he couldn't stop thinking about her and going back for more . . . how much more? He had no idea, yet . . .

Once the extreme pain of the endless Steam Powered Spanking machine stopped, he discovers a new level of pleasure and pain from being forced to watch Elizabeth and her new Girlfriend bringing each other to orgasm after orgasm . . . as the pain of his cock cage grows . . . so does the realism of his future fate he volunteered for . . ."

Love Zatanna

WARNING: Contains Scenes of, but not limited to - Spanking, Lesbian Sex, Prolonged Bondage, BDSM, Distress, Forced Male Chastity, Tease & Denial, Voyeurism, Canning, . . . Oh, and Romance ; )

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zatanna Dark
• Release date: Nov 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005328344

Zatanna Dark

SCROLL TO BOTTOM OF PAGE FOR BOOKS, THANKS, ZATANNAWelcome to My World. I didn't start Truly Living in it myself until Experiencing My first moment of True Helplessness. As we walk the World Day to Day, there's Endless Responsibilities weighing us down. Taking away our Joy. Yes, you can try to enjoy the Day, but what about taking care of this or doing that. Maybe you should be doing all of those things instead of Fully Enjoying your Day . . .Or, we could go to the Bar, do some Drugs, trying to just Relax. Trust me, this doesn't work. The moment you've finally taken enough to Relax, to just forget about your worries, is also the same moment your Senses are so Dulled, you miss or forget the Pleasure. There was your chance to bring back your Joy . . . too bad you won't remember it.Imagine with me a Different and Way Better Option. Imaging the moment where none of your other Endless Responsibilities matter. They just don't matter because even if you wanted to work on them, you can't. There's no Guilt here. When the choice of enjoying every Second of Pleasure becomes Your Only Choice. Now imagine this with all of your Senses Heightened as the Memory of this moment stays with you Long After . . .I'm sharing with my True reasons for enjoying Bondage. To be Tied Helplessly. To Tie Another Helplessly. To be Bound naked Breasts to Breasts while Helpless. To share my Stories of the Helpless with you, My Much Loved Reader. As you can see the Common word is Helpless. Let me explain why you Must be Helpless for the Pleasure to Fully take over your Body, Soul and Mind.For your Mind to Fully enter the World of Pure Pleasure you must first be completely Un-Bound from your Endless Responsibilities. As long as the choice to work on them exists, you will Never be Free of them, not even for a moment. This can Only Happen once you’re Completely, Totally, Utterly Helpless. If you can Houdini your way loose, if you can talk your way out, if you can just use your Puppy Dog Eyes and Sad face to be release, Then You Were Never Helpless.WARNING: Many of my Stories involved No Safe-Word, Not knowing your Safe-Word, being Gagged and unable to say your Safe-Word. This can and is Very Dangerous, as you'll learn through the eyes of some of my Characters. For myself, my Characters and you seeing through their eyes, this takes the overall experience, pain & pleasure to the Next Level. A level that just can't be reached if all they need to do is yell "Purple Banana! Purple Banana!". No Safe-Word = Completely Helpless.If this makes you uncomfortable, it's ok, different kinks. There's endless Books available which I'm sure will meet your specific preferences. For myself and my Characters . . . this is the Path we choose to walk. It's the only Path to Pure Pleasure. Of course, this Path doesn't always end well . . . In fact it can end very badly for those who realized too late . . . where they made that fatal mistake . . .No matter how a story may end for my Character . . . the Journey there will take them to levels of Heightened Senses, Extreme Pleasures & Pains beyond anything they could have experienced when not Helpless. Mind you, neither you nor I will ever be there for a Character's Death. We may watch them heading in what seems like an inevitable path. But it's up to you the reader to finish that part of the Story in your mind. Did they just take their last breath? Did the Maid walk in at the last minute? Did there Lover come back to set them Free? Or to Torture and Tease them more? It's up to you . . . I Trust you . . .Why is Helpless so Important? Right after cuming you try to enjoy it as long as possible, but in the end you pull your Lover's hands, cock or mouth away from your pussy. You turn off the Vibrator, roll over and sleep. You pull your Lover's hands or mouth away from you cock. It just feels too good and you couldn't take it anymore . . . so you make them stop, you make it stop . . .Ask yourself: What would have just happened had I Not had a Choice to make it stop? What would of the rest of that Roller Coaster Ride of Pleasure been like? How many levels of Pleasure beyond what just happen are there? How far could I've gone if the Choice to make it stop Didn't Exist? Unless you are Truly Helpless . . . you will never know.I wish to Thank You Greatly for making it to the end of my bio. Hopefully it gave you Pain and Pleasure, if not, at least a Tingle! Lastly, if you're unable to experience this type of Pleasure that comes with Helplessness in your World, you're Always Welcome to enjoy through my Mind, my Eyes . . .I Love you, ZatannaP.S. Am pretty sure you deserve a Good, Long and Hard Spanking . . .

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FINAL STEAMPUNK BONDAGE

STEAM POWERED

SPANKING MACHINE

Zatanna Dark

© 2021 Zatanna Dark

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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CONTRAPTION . . .

Best way to explain my current predicament would be if Jigsaw from the Saw Movies went back to the time to when they just discovered Steam Power in the Old West. Then, had a Love Child with some Crazy Inventor . . . and now I'm the Victim of that Love Child.

Mind you, she is absolutely gorgeous and I was putty just looking into her eyes. Now, it doesn't matter what I think about her, because I'm helpless to whatever kind of Bondage Contraption she has me trapped in.

Standing with my legs spread apart and my arms behind my back being pulled away slightly from my body by some type of cable or bell wire.

Not fully sure because it's hard to turn my head that far. Just behind my waist and thighs are several metal pipes running parallel to the ground. Even though the cable is very slowly pulling my arms further backwards, the middle of my body can't move in that direction because of the pipes.

My only option is to keep bending further backwards every few minutes. It's only like a centimeter with each loud click . . . which may not seem like much . . . that is until you keep adding more and more time to my bondage predicament.

Bent back like this I can no longer see down to my legs which are encased in what seemed like old metal polio leg braces from the early 1900's. Old brown leather straps at my ankles, above and below my knees and two wider ones at thigh level.

Normally designed to help someone walk, these were being used to prevent my legs from walking anywhere. When struggling I can get them to move a little, causing loud squeaks from the joints. Feels like somewhere near ankle level these were bolted to more metal pipes, the base of the frame holding the pipes behind me. The large uncomfortable metal and leather gag is preventing me from calling out for help.

I started today in a Full Steampunk outfit that was a combination of the Victorian Era and the Industrial Revolution of the 1820. A very dapper Gentleman in a Top Hat accented with brass, silver and leather goggles and small chains and rivets around every edge.

With my triple-breasted jacket with three tails, half made out of wool and the other half of leather, a few random gears accenting the jacket for no apparent reason, my