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America - Bondage

You stood out the front of America's house. He had driven you to his home and let you bask in the outside, the cool night, the beautiful gardens, the twinkling stars. He turned to you with a sweet smile, "So (Nickname), how're you feeling?"

You returned his gesture with a more nervous smile, "Kind of nervous. I can't believe you guys are making me do this."

He walked up to you and cupped your face, tracing his thumbs over your cheeks, "I promise you, you have nothing to worry about." Eventually, you smiled, feeling more relaxed in his presence.

You took a deep breath and before you knew it, you were blindfolded! "Wha?!"

"Shhh~" He cooed next to your ear. No, this wasn't a blindfold, it was a full head mask. He pat you, like you were his affectionate pet, "Trust in me, would I ever hurt you?"

Your body shook from the sudden surprise you just dealt with, your chest rising and falling fast. Soon enough, you were able to calm down, albeit still a bit shaken, "N-No..."

"No what?" He ordered, his voice commanding yet not harsh.

"Uhm..."

He gripped your chin with his hand firmly, moving you so that you were looking up at him, though you couldn't see from the mask, "From here on out, you will refer to me as 'Master'. Do you understand, slave?"

Oh Gods... "Y-Yes, Master."

...

America lead you on a journey; as in a walk from the front gates to his home and then some. You could tell you went downstairs, so, a basement? He came behind you and helped you get into a kneeling position, placing your hands folded neatly in your lap before making the big reveal. Your eyes widened significantly at the view.

It was a room with various different... 'instruments'. Chairs with cuffs, walls with 'weapons' of seduction, things hanging from the roof. "Ame - Master, is this BDSM?"

He smiled and pulled your hair back, doing it for you, "Yes my slave. The States have the largest proportion of people into this kink. Dominant and Submissive with the twist of pleasured pain. But don't worry, we won't go hard core." He came to your front once he was happy with your hair and bent down to that his face was in front of yours. He cupped your cheeks and peered into your soul, his blue eyes swirling with desire as he exhaled dreamily, "Surely you have been able to see some side of me like this during all our years together?"

"You mean like with your overpowering dominance? During war and even now?" You asked.

He smirked and stood up straight, walking away and past a red curtain which fell to cover his trace, "It's not that I can help it or anything. The people make the country. But..." He emerged in simple jeans and an open, black shirt, revealing his chest and stomach, "I am still, a man." Reaching behind him, he pulled something out of the buckle loop; a riding crop. Using the end, he placed it under your chin and lifted you so that your head was turned upwards. He saw the slight fear in your eyes and chuckled, "We won't be using this toy too harshly." Biting his lip, he thought before an idea sprung up, "How about we try flogging first?"

America's eyes watched yours. Was he waiting for an answer? More importantly, did you really want to be flogged? You swallowed every sense of pride, "Yes, please, Master." You mentally slapped yourself. Why did you say please? Oh well, America seemed happy about it.

He grabbed your arm and held you up, "Awesome! Take your shirt off."

"Eh?!"

His stern gaze got you to shut up. He looked at you over his shoulder as he was getting a cross board ready. The item was in an 'x' shape and standing vertical with straps to it. Turning to fully face you, he towered over you and told you, "A slave does not answer back. Now, undress your shirt."

You hung your head in shame and embarrassment, "Yes, master."

Another one of those smiles appeared as he pat your head, "Good girl."

Damn. You took off your shirt and thought about his actions. Though he could be stern and cold sometimes (all the time), this was totally different. It felt like he was punishing you... But then he'd reward you and make you want to fee that way again. Left in your bra, you watched him twiddle with the cross. He pulled at some stuff at the bottom of it before shaking it as though trying to spin it, happy when it stayed sturdy in place.

Holding out his hand, he ushered, "Come, pet."

Taking his hand, you questioned, "I thought I was 'slave'... master."

He turned you around so that your body was pressed against the board, your breasts falling partly through the open area of the x. He put one of your wrists in a strap and tightened, "I decided I didn't like that name for you. It's too degrading and you don't mean so little to me."

You blushed heavily and breathed out, "Oh..." That made you beyond happy. You couldn't see behind you, all you could hear were America's footsteps walking away and back.

He dragged a leather-like instrument up and down your bare back, sending tingles all over your skin and creating goosebumps. At the moment, you described to yourself of the various, thick strings to be like feathers, or perhaps pappardelle pasta because it was so wide. "This is my lightest flogger," America commented, doing figure-eight circles on your back. He pulled it away, "That figure-eight I was doing? That's how I will start off when flogging you. Understand, Pet?"

You hung your head as you still couldn't quite wrap your head around those words. You knew America was... Unique. But for him to actually be a 'Dom'? This was, in a way, crazy. Nevertheless, you were too deep into it now, "Yes, Master."

"Good." *FLOG*.

"Hah!" You gasped, not expecting him to go straight away. He kept going, the sound loud and vibrant throughout the... the... Was this a dungeon? Is that what they call it? Funny though, the sound was worse than the actual hit, and not just because you've been through worse, but even an ordinary human could take this with ease.

"Though to you it may feel like an x on your back, my hand is moving in a figure-eight to keep and maintain a consistent motion," America told you, sounding more relaxed then ever. Was this like, his get-away from stress kind of thing? If so, who did he perform it on? A slight pang of jealousy twisted inside you, but you buried it down.

You lifted your head to look up at roof, "How interesting. So there's actually more to BDSM than just physical conflict and surrendering... Uh, Master."

America stopped with the flogging and agreed, "BDSM is actually a great form of stress and mind reliever. The best about all this though," He got closer to you, his bare chest touching your back, creating an intense heat as he whispered in your ear, "Is that it's all consensual."

You swallowed thickly and shuddered at his words. He literally could have said anything at that moment and it would still have you in waves of goosebumps. "Th-That's nice," you stuttered out, trying to keep your cool.

You heard him smirk as he released you from the x, your body slightly falling as you went back in to your standing position without assistance. He looked down at you with a strong gaze, "No one participates in what they don't want to. However you should note that some people find secret kinks while here. For example," he motioned over to a much softer, smaller looking Spanish Donkey type chair, "You may say that never in a million years would you ever get spanked. But now that you're here, don't you find it in the least bit tempting, especially after what you've just endured?"

Your little canine tooth dug into your lower lip as you eyed the chair with curiosity, "I suppose I do."

America slid his hands in yours, the gentle action contradicting with the overall ambience of the room, "Good." He held you in front of him by the shoulders and looked you up and down, "Pet, I will remove your pants."

You were taken aback as you already had your shirt off, "H-Huh?"

He smirked again grabbed the hem, "That's not what you say. Shall I make this a punishment for disobeying rather than award for being so good?"

In your mind, either either, you were going to get spanked. You didn't want the punishment though, "Please, not punishment, Master."

"Then beg, Pet," He told you, taking a seat and crossing his on the chair, "Tell me you want to get spanked."

Oh gods. How did this work again? "M-Master, please, I want to be spanked." You twiddled your thumbs in humiliation.

America raised his eyebrows, "Only 'want'?"

Your cheeks went red, "I 'need' to be spanked, please master."

"You're good at this, Pet," he said with a smile, pulling you over and took your pants off for you before leaning you over the chair. He smoothed his hand over your bum and muttered senselessly, "Ya know, I reckon you're going to see a lot of repeats, as in of the kinks."

You tilted your head, "You think so?"

He shrugged and gave your bum a few light pats, but you knew that wasn't his spanking, "Yeah. BDSM ties a lot of kinks together, though I am willing to bet some may be a bit different, I know Canada has a similar kink to mine." He flicked the band on your knickers, "Now I'm going to start, okay?"

You shut your eyes, preparing for impact, "Yes, Master."

*SMACK* The loud sound of palm against fleshy bum. Your cheeks tensed at the impact, your face scrunching at the feeling; this was definitely different to the flogging, which you think you preferred. He rubbed the spot he just smacked, easing the sensation into you and making you feel slightly better. This didn't last, though, as he did it again. *SMACK* You could tell that a red mark was forming from the heat there. "Shit," America mumbled under his breath, "I was too fixated on your skin that I forgot to order you... Pet, count. How many was it now?"

"Two, Master," you breathed out, trying to hold yourself together. If this was the rewarding one, then you didn't want to feel what the punishment spanks were.

He rubbed his hand over your bottom again, "Good, continue to count like that."

*SMACK* "Three, Master." *SMACK* "Four, Master." *SMACK* "*sniff*, Five, Master."Tears brimmed your eyes as the stinging continued. You were able to endure it mainly because it wasn't a surprise hit, you knew it was coming, but that didn't change the fact that it was painful to a degree.

He continued this to twelve when he finally stopped. He left you lying on your front of the chair, walking over and bending down to your face. His eyes softened at the view of your teary, glossy, (e/c) ones. He lifted your head, sat down and rested your head on his lap, patting and cooing, "You did so well, Pet, I'm proud of you."

Damn... America was rewarding your from the abuse and it made you... Happy. Again. This was weird. The confliction of the feelings contorting together to make something new and possibly addicting - like two flavours combined to create an outstanding result for the taste, this was satisfying any and every angle you had. At least at the moment.

After a moment, he suggested, "I don't usually do this, but would you like to try the Dom?"

Your eyes widened, "As in, I am in charge?"

He smirked and nodded, "Yup. I can take anything, so don't be shy. If there's anything you're unsure of, just ask."

You probably wouldn't make as great a Dom as America, at least not on your first go, but to Hell with it, "Yes, please, Master."

America chuckled and the both of you stood up. He told you, "Okay, from now on I will refer to you as 'Mistress', and you can call me, well, anything. NO WAIT!"

"WHAT!" You shouted, startled.

He looked up at you with sparkling eyes, "Goddess~"

"Eh?" You looked at him confused.

He smiled at you, "I will call you Goddess. Okay, that's all I wanted to say, what shall you call me?"

You thought over for a moment before shrugging, "I don't really know..."

America came behind you and stroked your arms, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "How about since I was pretty tame with you, we try something a little more crazy?" You turned around to look at him, more interest showing then you expected, urging him to continue, "Call me, 'You'."

"You?" You questioned.

America sat down in front of you, lowering himself and looking A LOT more submissive to you, "Yeah, 'You'. It shows I'm so pathetic you won't even give me a proper name."

Oh geez. "Uhm, sure, okay, if you're fine with that."So you were going to get to try at being a Dom? Why not? He grinned. You stood with one hand on your hip, pointing down at him with a stern (thought nervous) look, "Alright... You!"

America laughed and rocked on his back, "I'm sorry my Goddess, but AHAHAHAHA!"

Your forehead ticked with annoyance. Well what was he expecting? You hadn't actually tried this before. Looking around, you pointed back to the x board he had you cuffed to. Pointing to it, you ordered, "Go and stand there."

He stopped laughing and perked up, "Yes, my Goddess!" He ran over to the x and stood there.

You gazed around the room again, asking, "So, I can use anything?"

"Anything you want, my Goddess~" He purred. You walked around the room and checked out all the instruments. You came across a leather whip, taking it off the wall and looking back at America. He grinned, "Great choice! Look," He removed his shirt, making you drool at his muscled back as turned around and grabbed two, metal handles hanging from the roof. He spread his legs and got in a more comfortable and output position, "Now you have more space to whip. But, do you want me to show you how to use it first?"

"Nah, I got it." You gave him a dirty look, "Besides, I don't need nor want help from such a filthy pig as 'You'."

America shivered and rolled his hips, "You're doing great at this my Goddess~"

"Mhm," You hummed nonchalantly, although in your mind you were a steam ball of embarrassment. You scrolled through your phone, reception shite own here but able nonetheless. You looked up how to use the whip you were holding, watching a tutorial. Welp, this could go one of two ways.

You held the hand in front of you, pulled the leather whip back to the side and front of your face before letting go as you quickly jolted your wrist to flick towards America, making him tense and groan, "Aww, Yeah. My Goddess, please, punish me more."

You were glad he couldn't see you because right after the loud crack and the tip his skin, you pulled back and shrank in your spot, scared of what had just happened; and that was not a Dom stance at all. Not to mention the heated blush that spread across your body at his words. You did it again, red marks appearing the more you whipped. His muscled tensed, his butt also clenching, making your eyes frequently drift to that part of his body as his jeans manoeuvred to his actions. Eventually you stopped and walked up to him, running your hand gently over the red marks.

His hands were shaking, no, his entire body was. Did you hurt him? Was he okay? Suddenly, he turned around and grabbed your face in his hands, bringing you to an intense kiss. He pushed you back to the Spanish Donkey chair, sitting you down and biting your lip. You groaned, opening your mouth and clutching onto his arms for support as he delved his tongue in. Your clit throbbed in pure excitement as he ravished your mouth with everything he had. His tongue licked, attacked swirled and tasted your cavern, creating mixed saliva and tingly, welcomed sensations. He pulled back and huffed, "Switch roles, there's something I need to do NOW."

His order only made you more excited. But wait, it wasn't supposed to go this far... This was America for crying out loud! Your business colleague! He moved and grabbed a lot of rope, preparing it on some hanging handles from the ceiling. You watched in amazement as he did everything with such determination and knowledge.

"Pet, come here," He commanded.

You immediately stood and walked over to him, "Yes, Master?"

He grabbed your wrist firmly and pulled you to a rope, about to tie you down but stopped and looked you up and down. He stared you right in the eyes as he reached behind you and un-clipped your bra. You let him, mouth slightly ajar as you didn't exactly know what to make of the situation. He leaned down and began trailing soft kisses down your neck while at the same time taking off your pants. You closed your eyes and moaned, then before you knew it, you were completely naked before him. He smirked proceeded with his actions, tying the rope professionally around your wrists, ankles, looping over your breasts, around your legs. Pretty soon, you were LEVITATING in the air, and it didn't hurt or anything. Actually, you were pretty comfortable.

"Master?" You questioned, while although impressed, you didn't know what the point of this was.

His blue eyes stared deeply into your (e/c) as he began to unzip his pants and pull out his cock, gingerly stroking the erect member, "Pet. I am going to fuck you like this. Understood?"

"Uhm..." Your breath became heavy, your cunt clenching at the thought of him pounding inside you. He walked around to your side, running his hand along your back and to your sheath, dipping a finger inside you, toying you and making you moan out.

All the while still masturbating painfully slow, "Understand, Pet?"

"Y-Yes, Master~" You moaned out as he went deeper, feeling your juices drip down his finger and onto his hand. You needed this by now, America had introduced you to something potentially life-changing. Not to mention the fact that you have never had sex while levitated like this before, and you were keen.

America withdrew his fingers and coated his penis with your flavours. He walked around to your front and pulled off his pants, making you watch as he fully stripped. America leaned down and kissed you again before pulling away and going to a set of drawers, searching through and pulling out a gag. "I'm going to shove this in your mouth, okay, Pet?"

"Yes, Master," You complied, opening your mouth so that a rubber-like ball with holes could be put in there. He secured the strap around your head and smirked, rubbing his thumb over your cheek.

America then proceeded to walk behind you and finger you again, stretching and curling your insides, "Are you ready to be fucked?"

"Yeshhh, Mashta" You tried saying over your gag, nodding your head. America liked the sound of that, feeling stimulation as you hung helplessly in his room.

"Fantastic~" He growled, positioning his member at your entrance and thrusting in swiftly.

"MAMMMMH!" You moaned out, the force and pressure send vibrations of pleasure to swim through you. You got goosebumps as he swung you in the air, creating more force while his dick fucked you. His fingers gripped your hips, digging in and massaging you at the same time. Your mind whirled at the multiple sensations running through you. "MMMMMMmmmmm~"

America huffed as he didn't slow down. You were wet and ready, his cock pretty much sliding right in and into you. The tip of his penis hit end, preventing him from going any further, but he didn't need to. He was filling you with all of him, and soon that won't just be his erection. As he fucked you, he though about filling your with his essence, the white liquid pouring out of you as orgasmed... Your defeated body collapsing as he carried you in his arms. Your cheeks red and marks from the tight ropes and his hands. "Fuck.. Ah, Pet... NNG!"

"MMCKMMH!" You continued to moan as he did particularly hard thrusts. Drool started seeping around the ball gag and out of your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto the floor. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as America continued to violate your personal space.

He wanted to stop, to teach you the pain yet art of bringing you close to a climax but preventing you on purpose, only to make it all the more pleasurable the next. He wanted to. But he couldn't. America was too absorbed in your body that he wasn't able to fully control himself. It pissed him off to know that you were going to see their guys about their kinks. He didn't want you to. No, he had to mark you! Oh, it was never meant to go this far. But it did. And he was beyond glad, "You love this, don't you Pet? Tell me you love this!"

"I WUV ISS!" You shouted over your gag, tears prickling your eyes at the feelings rushing around.

"Yeah," he grunted, his orgasm nearing, "Tell me how much you love my hard cock inside you."

"WOhhhhh, shooooo maaaahhhhch~" You moaned out as he reached around and pinched and rolled your clit.

"Pet..." he said lowly, but still loud enough for you to hear. With this single word, you were gone, "Cum."

"AGGHHHHHH~ CWUMMMING~ MAAHHSHTA~!" You screamed at the sensations. He had you in the palm of his hand and you LOVED it.

"FUCK! PET~ AGHhhhhhhhhhh~!" He released inside you, your clenching cunt milking him like an utter, his sperm shooting through and filling you to the brim. A flood rushed through you, you even squirted! You were shattering into a million pieces as it was too much. The liquids escaped you, dripping onto the carpeted floor and soaking themselves in.

After what felt like forever, your spasms had ceased, but didn't stop. America stood like that, inside of you, recalling everything that had just happened. He got to show you his kink. He got to FUCK you. Perfection.

Gathering his strength, he untied you, caught your limp body, un-gagged you, and carried you to an area behind a curtain that contained a bed and other stuff, but he wouldn't be using that. Not today at least. He lay you down and smoothed out the hair from your sweaty forehead as you gasped. Smirking, he watched as your eyes managed to just barely open, "How was that, Pet?"

You nodded your head and smiled, "It was the best, Master."

Leaning down, he kissed your lips for only a moment before retreating, "Thing you have enough on Americans and BDSM?"

Closing your eyes once more, you let out a small giggle, "All that I need, Master."

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