5 comments/ 16628 views/ 0 favorites Guilty Tales - Briona By: vulp1ne ** Please read my disclaimer as part of my biography for a better understanding of this story * I stood at the bottom the path that lead its way in familiar fashion up to the front door of my house. It's straight, regular slabs of creamy coloured sandstone cut their way in a straight line through the recently laid turf that covered the rest of my postage stamp front garden. It was a warm and balmy night. The orange glow of the sodium streetlight a few yards away seemed to leech the life from the surroundings making everything look sickly coloured and unnatural. The faint sound of traffic from the main road brushed against my senses, barely registering in my consciousness as the hushed murmur of the passing cars struggled to reach the quiet cul-de-sac where I lived. I had been staring intently at the door for a few moments, savouring the anticipation welling up inside me. The windows to the front were all dark save for the pale reflection of the street light. I looked about me. The road was deserted. Cars in silent respite stood adorning their owners' driveways or decorating the kerbs, their sides tilted up, abandoned almost as they had been left mounted on the pavement, each one awaiting the morning ready for the stop start race of the daily commute or the five minute dash of the school run. The whole cul-de-sac was in a reclusive slumber. Everyone was safely locked away in their homes, shut off from the world, encapsulated in their ignorance, totally unaware of the events that were about to unfold a few doors away from them. I stepped forward softly up the path. As I came to the door I paused for moment, listening for any sounds coming from within. The door itself was a dark wooden build with small panes of frosted glass built into the top half allowing a distorted view of the small hallway that led to the door of the lounge a mere 6 feet away directly ahead. To the left was the entrance to the tiny kitchen so in keeping with brand new starter homes of the time. I turned left and continued walking along the path, past the kitchen window until I came to another path that bisected my end-terrace house with that of my neighbour. The path ran between the two houses and afforded entrance to the back gardens of the houses either side of mine. Looking to my right the path continued into the shadows that the light from the street couldn't fully penetrate. Although my eyes were still trying to adjust I could make out in the gloom the side of my house extending away some 40 feet before the line was broken by that of the wooden fencing that lined my garden. I took a step along the path and moved between the houses, engulfed by the darkness. A slight echo sounded as I walked, the walls acting as an amplifier for every sound made in the passageway. I was soon at the gate. It had a basic hinge latch which tended to stick however I had taken the opportunity to un-hinge the latch earlier that evening and leave the gate slightly ajar. So it was when I came to the gate and pushed slightly it swung open silently (I had also oiled the hinges at the same time as I'd arranged the latch). Now all I had to hope for was that nothing had been disturbed inside my front room. I crept forward past the now opened gate to the Patio doors which acted as the entrance to and from the garden from the lounge area. The curtains were closed however I noticed with some satisfaction that there was a thin sliver of light breaking through them illuminating a small patch of the patio in front of me. I stood in front of the patio doors and squatted down so that that my eyes were level with the slight parting in the curtains that I had so carefully arranged earlier. Peering through I could see right into to the room and although it was a limited view it offered me the sight that I was most keen to see... In the middle of the room was the basic wooden chair that I had placed there not more than three hours earlier. However now, unlike earlier, the wooden chair was occupied and sat upon it was Briona. She was a vision to behold. She had followed my instructions to the letter and was now firmly on the path to her full enlightenment. She was wearing a sheer black Basque, nothing too fancy, the finish was smooth and silky and gave off a subtle sheen in the light of the room. The tightly fitted torsolette accentuated her figure by cinching in at the waist and pushing her breasts up and forward. I gazed longingly through the gap in the curtain at her slowly rising and falling chest, the low cut brassiere of the basque allowing ample cleavage to bulge forth in pale, smooth mounds. Her wrists were behind her as her arms hung over the chair, cuffed tightly as directed. The shiny steel was clearly visible, cutting into the long velvet gloves she had been instructed to wear. Her ankles were tied firmly with the white rope provided and several neat wraps bound her stockinged legs together whilst her stilettoed feet were motionless but perfectly aligned resting on the floor. I noted with some satisfaction that she was wearing the four-inch black heels that I had instructed her to buy the previous week. I made her promise only to wear them for me and at no time was she allowed to be seen out in them or in the presence of anyone else. She had expertly secured the black, silken blindfold about her head, rendering her sightless. The tight knot at the back of her dark raven hair caught the light as she nervously moved her head about in small darting movements trying to pick up any sound of my arrival. To finish the ensemble, the Pièce de résistance, was the large black, fat, rubber ball gag which was stuffed firmly in her mouth and tied with a leather strap to the back of her head causing her jaw to distend downwards as her cherry red lips wrapped themselves so tightly around it's circumference. I knew she had been there a while. I glanced at my watch. In the dark I had to adjust the angle of my wrist to find any reflective light. It was 10:15pm. I had told her to be ready for me at 10pm. Looking back inside I could see by now a small, delicate string of saliva was hanging from her chin with more just visible: a thin film of glistening drool, around the edges of the gag where her lips met the rubber. I held my gaze for a good 5 minutes longer, savouring the view of her waiting for me as she sat nervously in anticipation of my arrival. She looked magnificent and I was well pleased with what I saw and also what she had done. Despite all of the waiting and anticipation I noticed that Briona's breathing was slow and regular, almost relaxed. Too relaxed I thought! In a moment of pique I decided to try and shock her out of her passive state. Stepping back I grabbed a handful of loose gravel from the garden in my hand and gently threw them against the window as I stooped back down to view her bound form. Instantly she jerked upright. Her head span round to the direction of the sound which came from a wholly unexpected direction. She would be expecting me through the front door and in via the lounge door to her right. Instead the noise was to her left and was not what she anticipated. The saliva hanging from her chin swung freely from side to side as her head moved suddenly. I saw her chest rising and falling quicker now so I scratched the window with my finger nails. Again, she jumped slightly. Her fists balled as she squirmed on her seat as her chest and shoulders heaved rapidly now, her breasts bulging against the confines of her basque. Through the window I could almost hear the pressured hiss of her rapid breathing emanating from her flared nostrils. I stood my ground a little longer without making any more sound. I glanced at my watch again. The hands displayed 10:25. I would give her another 5 minutes before I went in through the front door. As I watched the stunning girl captive in my living room, her eyebrows furrowed in a wave of anxiety above the blindfold, I marvelled at how, in a very short space in time (about 6 weeks) I had manage to convert Briona into the willing slave displayed before me.... I had met Briona at the Christmas party of a call centre company I worked for. I was in the IT department and she was an account manager for one of the automotive contracts we had at the time. She was relatively new to the organisation which was about 100 strong at that point and I had never met her owing to the fact that the IT department was in a separate building on the other side of the provincial town where we worked. Despite this there were plenty of social activities and events going on all the time. The company was predominantly about sales and attracted a lively, young and fairly outgoing group of employees who truly exemplified the ethic of "work hard and play hard". I, myself, had been with the company around two years and pretty much knew everyone there so it was with some surprise that as I sat down at my designated seat to be met with someone I didn't know. We both sized each other up as we adjusted our seating, napkins and the like before she offered a hand to me across the table. "Hello," She smiled warmly. "My name is Briona". She was very well spoken, her accent was classic RP and had the air of a public school education. I guessed she was about 26 or so, a couple of years younger than I was. She had shoulder length black hair which was cut straight and had the vaguest hint at a bob. The invitations demanded Black Tie so she wore a dark blue velvet ball gown which was off the shoulder and quite low cut. I found myself involuntarily glancing at her breasts which filled the bodice part quite generously as we shook hands. "Hello Briona." I replied looking squarely into her bright blue eyes. "That's a Beautiful name". "Thanks!" She blushed. "It's Celtic. My Grandmother was Irish." I introduced myself formally to which she cheerfully repeated my name. "I must admit to not recognising you," I said apologetically. "Are you new here?" "Yes!" She exclaimed. Her eyes grew wide excitedly. She seemed quite ebullient every time she spoke. Her words spoke in joyful optimism, almost childlike in her innocent yet excited candour. "I've only been here two weeks", she continued. "A pleasure to meet you Briona". For the rest of the evening we talked freely and openly. From my conversations with her I managed to ascertain that this was her first job in an office environment as she had previously worked with horses all her working life. The long hours as a groom for the local landholder (who was also a member of the local shire hunt) and the dismal salary meant that she couldn't sustain her lifestyle. She lived away from home in a cottage with two other girls (also grooms) and was struggling to manage the rent every month. Hence the move into office work. She had a degree, was originally from just north of London and loved dogs! The evening went really quickly. When seated on a table of many guests, especially at a Christmas party it's normally polite to chat to all the people in the immediate vicinity of where you are sat. On this occasion though, myself and Briona just sat and talked the evening away lost in our own little world, oblivious to those around us. When the music started up we both ventured onto the dance floor and again continued chatting away over the loud cacophony of the DJ. The ball gown she wore was long and narrow but had a slit from ankle to knee. I did notice that on times she had an occasion to twist or swirl on the dance floor the hem of the dress would flare out slightly to reveal barely black hosiery and a nice pair of heels , probably about 3 inches I estimated. I myself am 6'2" and with the addition of her heels she stood just a few inches shorter than me. I have a penchant for girls in high heels. To me they accentuate the beauty of the female form in particular, the legs. And I will quite readily confess that I do appreciate a nice shapely leg. As a full bloodied male from what little I could see, I quickly and duly noted that Briona did, indeed, possess a fine pair. In keeping with all other parties and events that the company organised the celebrations continued well into the night. By about 3am in the morning most of the revellers had either gone to bed or caught a taxi home. In spite of the close bond we had formed during the evening meal we did eventually go our separate ways and I spent a lot of time socialising with the members of my team whilst Briona was with her own team members trying to lay down some bridges of her own. Before too long, however it was time to go and we found ourselves waiting for our respective Taxi home. We were both quite tipsy from the evening, but I would not say that we were falling down drunk or any fashion thereabouts. The cold winter frosted our breaths as we stood shivering at the entrance to the hotel. The sky was cloudless and with the hotel being so remotely located in the country the shroud of light pollution was gone leaving a breathtaking view of the heavens. The sharp, brilliant points of light littered the dark inky blackness, a thousand diamonds scattered across a velvet carpet. "Stunning isn't it?" she gasped looking upwards at the infinite panorama above. "Absolutely!" I exclaimed back, my breath forming clouds of icy vapour rising gently into the air, illuminated by the diffuse light emanating from the Hotel entrance. "I always wondered what they were called." She waved her arm vaguely above and in front of her. "Well that one over there," I leaned over to her and directed an outstretched finger to a constellation just above a line of trees far in the distance "is the constellation of Orion -- the hunter". "And just above it, " I moved my finger up and to the left is the Zodiacal constellation of Taurus". I motioned a V-shape with my fingers tracing a line down from two stars not far apart that converged downwards to a cluster of stars that formed a v-shape themselves. "Those two stars represent the horns of the bull coming down into the head which is that group of stars which form the head of the beast . They are called the Hyades.". "Hyades," she repeated in a whisper. "What's that bright, pinkish one then?" She asked pointing out into space. "Which one?" I asked "The top left of the..." she paused. "Hy-ad-es". She phonically chanted out the name that I had given her just. "Ahh!" I replied "That's Aldebaran. It's a huge red giant. Hence the colour. It's probably about 40 times or so larger than our own sun". As you will have guessed I had a love of Astronomy and still do to this day. I was given a 2.5" refracting telescope for my 12th birthday. I was about 2 feet long, metallic white and sat on a small tripod which I used to prop up on my window sill at night and gaze at the stars. Hardly a top of the range telescope but a telescope nonetheless. Since then I had a fascination with the stars, the planets and the moon which has on occasions proven quite useful. "You really know your stuff." She said continuing to gaze up at the dazzling display of stars. I was about to come back with some modest explanation of my knowledge when our reverie was interrupted by the appearance of headlights from around the side of the hotel. We both instinctively moved our heads to the new light source as it bounced up and down along the uneven road sending shadows scurrying across the lawns ahead of us in haphazard jerky movements. Within moments the sound of the engine could be heard as it rounded the corner away to our left and caught us in its dazzling beams. We both squinted and shielded our eyes against the intense exposure tearing away our adjusted eyesight, our pupils straining to compensate for the shock of having to adjust so quickly. The taxi pulled to a stop a few yards from where we stood and the window silently descended to allow the tired looking Asian driver to lean his head out. "I have a Taxi for Brian?" he quizzed. "Briona!" Exclaimed Briona. She sighed audibly allowing more of her breath to float visibly in whisps about her face. "I get this all the time!" "Can't be much fun!" I laughed. "Well," she said. "I guess this is goodnight." She turned to face me. I leant forward and we gave each other the polite kiss on the cheek routine. I stood back and replied. "It was a pleasure meeting you Briona. I shall look forward to working with you." "Yes same here," She said as she opened the back of the door to the taxi and clambered in making sure she lifted her long flowing dress in without catching it in the door. I stood and waited as she spoke briefly with the driver before her window came down. "See you Monday?" She enquired. "Yes, see you Monday Briona." The taxi started off slowly, gathering speed after a few moments. As it did so Briona called out before winding the window up. "Call me 'Bea'" And with that she was gone into the night. I watched the taxi slowly drive to the other end of the hotel and make a right turn before disappearing into the night, the sound of the engine fading slowly from earshot. I was left alone on the steps of the hotel to reflect about the evening and the enchanting company of Briona, now 'Bee'. The cold was starting to affect me now and an uncontrollable shiver began to take hold. I made my way back to the hotel to the remaining few revellers who were currently sat in scattered chairs, party hats and tinsel draped in rakish angles over each. Some slept, some talked quietly whilst others just stared forward in a drunken stupor. Who knew what manner of thoughts were passing through their addled minds at that point? I didn't get home myself until 4am that morning. The house was cold but inviting. There's no place like home regardless of the temperature. It was Saturday morning and I intended to make the most of my spare time by relaxing as much as possible, which I did, but I was eager for Monday to arrive so that I could pick up where I left off with Bea. I spent most of the weekend recalling our evening and found myself willing the weekend to go quicker -- heaven forbid! I stood from my vantage point at the rear of my house. I guess I'd kept her waiting long enough. In fact my watch showed 10:40pm. It was time. I returned to my gate and then walked left back down the alley way to the front of my house. The glow of the streetlight bathed me as I stepped into the light and walked carefully to the locked front door. I took the keys out of my pocket, picked out the correct one and slowly inserted it into the lock. As I turned the key I looked about the street again. Nothing had changed. Everything was as it was before. Silent, sleeping, quiet. I pushed the door open and stepped into the small hallway. I placed the keys on the shelf which sat above the radiator that was attached to the right hand wall. Slowly I closed the door behind me and made sure that it slammed shut loud enough for Bea to hear in the front room. I slowly removed my over coat and hung it on the nearby hanger and stepped the few paces along the carpet to the door to the lounge ahead. Again I waited. Purposely I stood behind the door for an agonisingly long few minutes. She was probably wondering what was going on. She would have heard the door close and would have expected me to be with her almost instantly. But still I made her wait. Listening at the door I tried to make out any sounds coming from within. Occasionally there was the creak from the wooden chair which signified that Bea was readjusting herself but other than that there was silence. After about 3-4 minutes had passed I reached for the handle and then burst through the door as quickly and as loudly as I could. I saw Bea jump visibly from her bound position on the chair. Again her nostrils dilated and the hiss of rapid breathing filled the air, her breasts rising and falling quickly. Guilty Tales - Briona I stood in the doorway and examined her at length. She looked magnificent. Her body trembled slightly as I stood and silently drank in the view before me. Her head tilted to one side and, encumbered by those sightless eyes, desperately sought out any sounds or motion from me. I kept quiet again as I made her wait longer still. The string of saliva hanging from her chin had increased in size and length so that it had begun to deposit itself in her lap just at the point where her stocking tops ended and the bright white flesh of her thighs began. A small wet globule of glistening liquid pooled in the valley where her inner thighs met. Eventually I turned and slowly closed the door behind me. "You have done well!" I said in an authoritative voice. I walked behind the chair at which she was sat. Bea nodded weakly in reply as her body continued its mild trembling. The room certainly wasn't cold so I assumed that she was either scared or excited or both. I reached up and took hold of her long black hair and pulled back sharply. A muffled exclamation of surprise emanated from her mouth. Her breathing intensified as I leaned down so that my mouth was close to her left ear and whispered: "You will do exactly as I say with no questions asked and no disobedience," I hissed, teeth clenched together. "Do you understand?" Again she nodded despite the fact that her head was pulled back almost at ninety degrees. I held her like that for a short while admiring the amount of saliva she had produced around the ballgag which had also coated her chin in a glossy film. "Good!" I said as I released her hair allowing her to raise her head back into its normal position. "My first command is that you stand. NOW!" I barked. Bea took a second to absorb the request. "NOW! I said!" My tone raised a little. She jumped slightly and began to adjust herself to accommodate a standing position. This is no easy feet. With her wrists tied behind her and a blindfold wrapped securely round her eyes thus rendering her blind she would have had a tough enough job but with both her ankles and knees tightly bound together anyone would struggle. It took her a few attempts to get the balance right but eventually she managed to raise herself up to stand facing away from the chair and towards my three-seater sofa which was just a few short feet away from her. Once or twice she wobbled as she tried desperately to shuffle her feet, restricted by the ropes at her ankles, into a more stable stance. Each time she managed to catch herself before toppling. As before her breathing came hard and fast through her nostrils. The effort of having to stand in such restrictions and maintain her balance was quite an effort and as she finally steadied herself. I, again, noticed her breasts heaving rapidly as a result of her exertions. I drew the chair away from behind her so that she became isolated on the carpet, a quivering island adrift in a void of darkness. "Very good," I said in a neutral tone. "Next time you'll need to be quicker". I moved to the back of the room and reached behind the curtain where earlier I had hidden the cane. I felt behind the hanging drapes and eventually my fingers reached their target. The smooth rounded piece of Rattan was cool to the touch as I removed it from its hiding place. I was approximately 4 feet in length and curled round in an archetypal handle reminiscent of those Victorian types of yesteryear. In width it was very thin, approximately a quarter of an inch in diameter. It was quite a wicked instrument. Extremely flexible to allow a satisfying swishing sound when each stroke was delivered and the fineness of the width could leave a cruel mark if delivered sharply enough. As if to prove my point I began to sharply wave the cane about in front of me with short jerky movements. Each slash elicited a delicious hiss as it cleaved its way through the air. Bea was again trembling as I stopped and looked over at her bound form standing perilously alone a few feet from me. "I want you to bend forward, holding your balance so that your backside is presented for me". I stood and waited again in silent contemplation as I watched her take a moment or two to use her spatial awareness to adjust herself accordingly. Eventually she had managed to bend herself forward from the waist upwards at an angle of about 45 degrees. This had the effect of her bound wrists riding slightly higher up her back and her backside to jut out exposing her soft, creamy white buttocks perfectly framed against the shiny black of her basque and the sheer black of her stockings. I moved forward a few steps so that I was stood facing her left side a few feet away. "I'm going to introduce you to the kind of punishment you will come to expect should you choose to disobey me or I find anything you do of a dissatisfactory nature". I paused allowing this to sink in. "Do you understand?" I asked. She nodded rapidly, her breathing fast in anticipation of what was about to befall her. "Then we shall start with a modest half dozen," I said and raised the cane up so that the cool wood rested on her rounded cheeks. A slight jerk almost toppled her over but she righted herself ably, my left hand a constant vigil near her shoulder ready to grab in the event she lost balance. I paused again.. leaving her to wonder when the first stroke would land. All the time the sound of her strained breathing filling the air. Eventually I began. In one quick motion I withdrew the cane back barely two feet and snapped it back sharply against her rear. Instantly a muffled squeal forced its way from her gagged mouth as she jerked upright quickly clenching her fists tightly in a ball. Her breathing rose to a rapid panting which I allowed to ease off as the shock had finished washing through her body. Using my spare hand I gently guided her back into position again. "One!" I barked. A second motion and the cane again cracked strictly across her quivering cheeks. Another squeal, this time more urgent, emanated from her stuffed mouth as her body rocked from the sting of the cane a second time. The trembling increased noticeably as I once more guided her back into position. "Two!" Strokes thee and four were delivered in quick succession. She flinched both times and I had to steady her to prevent her from falling. She made a whimpering sound as her whole body shook with each harsh blow. "Three! Four!" I continued. I took a moment to stop and examine her behind. I stepped around and looked at her exposed cheeks which were a nice rosy colour and exhibited two or three red welts per cheek. I wasn't going too hard on her but this would have been the first time she'd been caned and the shock was certainly telling. The marks weren't deep but they would be enough of a reminder to her in the next day to two. I ran my left hand gently over the reddened cheeks causing her to flinch slightly as I did so. The warmth I felt on my hand was palpable and I could just feel the slight abrasions where the cane had made its mark as the flesh was starting to bruise and swell up. I stepped back and looked down at her bent over form still shaking gently. Once more a large drool of saliva had formed and was hanging down from her mouth which was hidden behind a curtain of her hair which hung down covering her face. A noticeable stain had formed on the carpet where the spittle was accumulating. Thwack! Stroke five caught her off guard and a loud squeal followed by a sharp upturn of the head indicated that she was on fire. A slight sob caught in her throat and again her wrists writhed against her bonds, the velvet gloves wrinkling up against the bright metallic cuffs as she twisted and turned her clenched fists. "Five!" The final stroke was delivered with a little more venom then the preceding five. I withdrew the cane to about three feet and added a little more leverage to my flicked wrist as I brought the instrument down again. This time Bea jerked upright smartly with a cry of pain and a sob. Her breathing was heavy now. Her exhalations were coming from her mouth as air forced it way from her lungs to distend her cheeks and allow it let it escape from around the gag. She stood quivering at attention with face raised skyward. "Six!" I finished loudly. "Head down girl!" I barked and immediately her head snapped downwards, her chin almost resting on her chest. "Shoulders back as well!" I continued. "I want to see those tits of yours!". She pushed her shoulders back, her elbows straightening so that her arms were formed into a perfect 'V' shape down do her handcuffed wrists. Her breasts jutted out bulging against the confines of the Basque as they rose and fell sharply, marking time with her heavy breathing. I stood beside her and grabbed a good handful of hair again, pulling it down hard so that she was facing the ceiling. "Let's just see what effect that's had on you shall we?" I whispered hoarsely into her ear. This was the moment of truth. The time when all the posturing, pontificating and promises are fulfilled or frustrated. The prelude to the evening had been a number of deep conversations about exploring Bea's limits and her darkest desires. From that first moment I had her in bondage the clock had been ticking to this very moment. I looked back at that pivotal event just a couple of short weeks before. We had begun a relationship not long after the Christmas party. We had enjoyed a very hot and intensive sex life which, after a while I began to shepherd toward the place I wanted her to go. In subtle and understated ways I began to see if I could open up her posh, public school upbringing into a world of submission and BDSM. I had seen the signs early on. An unconscious deference to my word and my decisions, a willingness to please both in and out of the bedroom. Eventually my gentle ushering came to a head one weekend afternoon. We had retired to her bedroom, a large spacious affair in a very old and creaky cottage that she shared with two friends as mentioned before. The furniture was very rustic, with a dresser made of ancient oak, a bed made of the same and a large ornate oak framed standing mirror in the corner of the room. We were naked and in bed kissing and fondling in the build up to a session of passionate sex. "Can I ask you a question?" she asked. She pulled away from me and transfixed me with her bright blue eyes. "Of course!" I replied. "Go ahead." "When we've made love before," she began nervously. "There were times you took control." "Yes that's right, " I confirmed. "I'm sorry if you felt uncomfortable about it". I searched her face looking for some kind of clues as to her feelings but before I could interpret anything she came straight back. "Like last week you held my wrists behind my back when we were having sex doggy style". I paused for a moment remembering the event she referred to. "Yes?" I replied slowly. "And," she continued. "You like to pull my hair a lot and also make me put my hands behind my back when I'm sucking you off on my knees". By now I was getting a little nervous. Maybe my shepherding was going too fast for her? I had a horrible sinking feeling that my attempts at drawing her out were about to come crashing in on me in a not so pleasant way. "Yes?" I again said in a drawn out reply. "I was hoping you'd like it?" I added. She smiled..."Yes I love it!" she beamed. I relaxed. Thank God for that I thought. "Do you do bondage then?" she asked hesitantly? "Yes I do," I replied. "I quite like being in charge". I looked at her again trying to fathom out what she was thinking. "Do you think we could try it?" She spoke slowly and quietly, my heart, by now, was hammering away in my chest. And there it was, as simple as that. I exploded inside. This was more than I'd hoped for in such a short space of time. "Of course!" I beamed back at her. I looked about the room. "Unfortunately I don't have anything to hand I'm afraid." "Leave that to me, "she replied cryptically. With that she jumped off the bed and approached her old wooden dresser and opened a couple of drawers looking for something. The third drawer reaped dividends. She reached in and withdrew several long pieces of what looked like cotton ribbons. Each one a different colour but was at least two inches wide and what looked to be two-three feet in length. She returned and sat next me on the bed and handed them to me. "Do you think these will do?" She asked. I took them from her outstretched hand and tested them by pulling them and wrapping them round my fingers a few times. They seemed sturdy enough. "Yes I believe they will," I replied. "What are they?" "I used to use them on horse dressage tournaments for tying up the braiding in the horses manes and tails and the like", she explained. "I always kept some back spare and I'm rather glad I did now!" she giggled nervously. There was a pregnant pause as the conversation hung there between us, silent and awkward almost. I was still trying to take it all in. "What do we do now?" she asked. I snapped out of my stupor and turned to face her. "Right!" I said firmly. "Lie face down on the bed here". I patted the bed beside me. She did as she was told and duly laid face down beside me with her hands at her sides. I reached over and brought her wrists behind her back and crossed them over. Holding one of the ribbons I secured her wrists with a double crossover and knotted them with a basic reef knot. I checked that here was room for her circulation to flow but that there was no chance she could escape. She started to tremble slightly as I tested her bonds and her breathing increased somewhat. I could tell she was becoming turned on. I next focused my attention to her ankles. This time I fixed them with one hand so that her ankles and feet were side by side. I quickly looped a second ribbon tightly around them and ensured that there was enough slack for circulation but that they were firmly in place. Finally I moved across and over her so that I was astride her upper thighs with my balls resting at the base of her behind as my rock hard cock was pulsing away in tune to my heartbeat. I reached down and began wrapping the remaining ribbon around her head as a blindfold. Within minutes I had bound and blindfolded Bea and she lay helpless on the bed writhing and moaning softly as she found herself in restrictive bondage for the first time. I reached down and began gently rubbing her bare bum cheeks. She responded with a slight moan and raised her backside up almost involuntarily allowing the pink lips of her lower labia to become exposed to me. I slid a finger down and began to slowly rub her pussy, parting her lips and stroking softly in between. To my amazement she was dripping with moisture. Such was her state of heightened arousal my fingers were immediately coated in her love juices. I had never come across any girl so wet before. The moment my fingers touched her pussy lips she gasped and arched her head and back in response. I continued with my caressing, each time gradually working my way downwards to her clit but taking my time. I wanted her to enjoy the moment for while. By now she had eased herself back down and her face was buried in her pillow soft moans of pleasure eliciting from her mouth as I kept up my assault on her slit. Eventually my fingers found their ultimate goal. I sensed the firm bud of her clitoris as I skilfully manoeuvred the hood away from it and struck gold. Instantly she bucked and her head raised, again, from the pillow with a load moan "Oh God!" she uttered as I gently circled her button with the tip of my longest finger, not applying too much pressure on but just enough to invoke a reaction. I could see her wrists strain against the ribbon as her fists clenched and looking behind me I could see her ankles also writhing against her bonds as I kept up the incessant motion of my fingers. I decided it was time for me to have some satisfaction. I dismounted the bed and stood to one side. I pushed my arms under Beas bound body and pulled her toward me so that she was lay on her side and also right at the edge of the bed. I positioned myself near her head and bent my knees slightly so that my raging cock was now level with her face. Taking her head in my left hand and my red hot dick in my right I guided her mouth upwards to meet the throbbing glans of the head of my penis. The moment the swollen tip met her lips she instantly parted them allowing me to slowly penetrate her mouth. Her lips clamped round my shaft as I took the lead and began to slowly push back and forth into her warm mouth. I could feel her tongue sliding against me, the slight rub of her teeth against my hardened cock the feelings were so intense every sensation seemed magnified ten-fold, fireworks of emotion were exploding in my mind and throughout my body. After a few strokes I let go of her head so that she took over. She adjusted her shoulder slightly to accommodate the shift in tension to her neck and then began swallowing my shaft, her head bobbing back and forth as deep as she could go. Satisfied that she could manage without assistance and fighting the increasing urge to shoot my load into her mouth I slid my right hand down her body, pausing slightly to play with the nipples of her left, uppermost due to the way she lay, breast. A small moan reverberated in her throat transferring the vibration through my phallus as she sucked. Again a wave of pleasure spread into my loins at the feeling and I fought to restrain my urge to cum. I moved my hand down further, tracing a wandering path slowly across her strained stomach to the top of her pubic mound. She had a very neatly trimmed bush in the traditional triangle shape into which my fingers explored, the coarse mat of hair flattening and spreading beneath my touch. "Next time, " I ordered. "I want this gone. Shaved completely. Understood?!" I looked down at her as I spoke. Her mouth wrapped around my stiff manhood, her jaws distended to accommodate its modest girth. She paused slightly then nodded in silence and then continued to pour attention on my shaft. This time there was no hesitation. I immediately sought out and plundered her clitoris. As she hungrily sucked my cock my fingers uncovered her neat but solid button. The instant I connected she jerked as if touched by a spark of electricity and again a throaty moan resonated around my cock. I began stroking and rubbing, gently at first allowing the pleasure sensors to light up gradually. Her entire pussy was soaking, coating my fingers once again in her sticky juices as I began to intensify my attention. No sooner had I begun than she began convulsing in an orgasm. As if out of nowhere her body stiffened, her legs involuntarily straightened out and her arms, pinned behind her back locked themselves as her fists again bunched tightly. She moaned, deep and throaty but all the time she didn't once lose her grip on my dick with her mouth. Long moments passed as I watched her writhe on the bed beneath me, spasms of pleasure washed the length and breadth of her body whilst all the time she held onto my cock, although she had paused in her sucking as she was caught in the throes of a crashing orgasm moaning onto the head of cock. The vibrations caused by the moaning conducted their way from the surface of my shaft back through my loins and spread throughout my body. A familiar reaction was starting to build deep within. I was getting too close to the point of no return. I wanted to cum but I needed it in my preferred manner. I allowed Bea's torrent to subside. She lay there panting through her nose as her lips were still locked around my cock, the majority of which was buried deep in her mouth. I slowly withdrew and allowed her head to sink back down the bed. Great gasps of air bellowed from her lungs as she parted her lips to suck in more draughts. Guilty Tales - Briona I untied her ankles swiftly as she recovered. I looked around the room and decided where to go next. I had decided to indulge myself seeing as I had Bea bound and willing to please me. "Stand." I ordered. She shuffled on the bed into a sitting position and then stood upright. "Shoulders back and head down!" I commanded. Instantly she snapped her shoulders back. Her firm breasts stuck out accentuated by her stiff nipples rouged and engorged by her arousal. She lowered her head in deference as I used the ribbon that has tied her ankles together to wrap around her neck, almost like a choker allowing a longer, loose end to dangle down from her neck to rest between her jutting out breasts. I grabbed the loose end and pulled it toward me as I made my way around the bottom of the bed into to the main space of the room. She hesitated for an instant not knowing what was going on but then as I pulled harder she seemed to grasp the intent and followed meekly as I led her into the main part of the bedroom. I positioned her on the rug in the floor so that she was side-on to her standing oak mirror. "Kneel!" I barked. Carefully she went down on one knee first, adjusting her balance as she went before taking her second knee down. She then lowered herself onto her haunches and waited silently, still breathing heavily from her experience of the bed. I positioned the mirror as I wanted it, to allow me to see her sideways on whilst she worked on my dick. After some scraping on the wooden floor I settled for a spot three feet away to my left and just off the rug. I then stood in front of her, checking I had the angles right. As I said, I was in control and I was going to indulge myself as best I could. There's something about watching oneself in the mirror receiving a blow job. It has a kind of voyeuristic angle to it despite this being about oneself. I lowered my erect cock so that it was level with her mouth and pressed forward. Her lips parted as they came into contact and the smooth sides of my cock slipped inside and were engulfed by the warmth of her soft lips and mouth. I held the back of her head and pushed further in until I felt enough resistance to know I had reached the limit of her capability. I held it there for a moment, feeling the uncontrollable throbs that my cock made against her lips and mouth. "You will suck my cock until I come do you understand?". She nodded quickly. "With each stroke you will aim to hit the same spot you are at now," I ordered." I don't want you messing around near the end, I want this as far in as you can take. Understood?" Again she nodded quickly. "Right. Begin!" And so she began. Swiftly and methodically she started to work her head backwards and forwards her neck taking the strain of the rhythm as she sucked heartily. She did as she was told, each stroke went from tip to a mouthful, tip to mouthful. Soon a glistening film of her saliva was coating the majority of my cock save for a two or three inch dry spot at the base of my shaft where she couldn't reach. The feeling was exquisite made all the more enhanced as I glanced over to the mirror to see her in all her glory bobbing back and forth on my now wet shaft. Her upper body now started to move in time with her strokes and her breasts swayed gently with the rhythm all the time still bound at the wrists behind her back and blindfold as well. The cotton choker I used as a makeshift slave collar was round her neck and the loose end bounced off her chest gently as she rocked. The feeling arose once more in my loins. The warm tingling sensation was growing fast deep within only this time I wasn't going to fight it. I relaxed and let the emotion take over me as the sensation began to focus behind the base of my cock and rise inexorably upwards and into the shaft itself. I held my breath, feeling my already stiff cock harden even more as my seed raced its way to escape the confines of my body. I was so turned on I knew that there would be more than the usual amount. The sheer volume seemed to fill my cock as it sped forward swelling the tubes inside. The first jets shot into the back of Bea's mouth with some force causing her to gag in response. Her cheeks puffed out quickly as she fought to accommodate the first waves of semen pounding her tonsils. I cried out load "Fuuucck!" as I held the back of her head to steady myself against the violent spasms wracking my body with each ejaculation. Struggling to hold on and maintain her grip on my jerking cock Bea withdrew almost to the end of my shaft so that she clamped her lips around the engorged head. More jets of cum followed filling her mouth with my hot, sticky seed as she skilfully flicked the sensitive area beneath the helmet with her tongue causing shockwaves of pleasure to pulse the length of my cock. I looked across to the mirror to see Bea semi raised from her haunched position bracing herself against the onslaught. Her chest was rising rapidly as she struggled with the combination of my cock and cum. The last spasms of my juice emptied into her mouth and slowly the ecstatic feelings and heady emotions subsided within. She resumed a slow and deliberate sucking as my cock began the first signs of softening, all the time her mouth still full of my cum. The shiny film of saliva on my slowly shrinking cock became intermingled with my semen as her lips slid gently back and forth. Eventually I withdrew from her mouth as she closed her lips, held her head back slightly and swallowed everything I had given her in one motion. She gasped and swallowed again as the sticky residue still clung to the inner linings of her mouth, tongue and teeth. A few more attempts and she was clear. She sat back down on her haunches and meekly waited whilst I moved to the bed and sat down and watched her. I made her wait. In that time I sat and gazed at her naked, bound and submissive form knelt in the centre of her room, awaiting her next command, accepting her fate as a submissive. "Stand." I commanded. Gingerly she moved into a standing position allowing time for the feeling to reach her legs. "Turn around." She turned and stood facing me. Her naked form illuminated by the sunlight from the double windows to her left.. "Stay there until I return." I barked. "O..O..Okay," she stammered. "'Yes Sir'!" I commanded fiercely. "Yes, Sir!" she replied submissively. I rose and took a towel out of the top drawer and made my way to the bathroom next door to shower. I knew one of her friends was in the house downstairs but they never interrupted when each had a man back in the room: it was the unwritten rule to make themselves scarce. I locked the door and showered myself quickly after which I towelled myself down and made my way back to the bedroom. As it happened the friend who was in the house, Charlie, was waiting by the door to use the toilet. Luckily I had wrapped the towel round my waist! She gave me a knowing smile from beneath her long curly red hair as we passed each other silently in the corridor. If only she knew I thought! I waited until she was inside the bathroom before opening the door to Bea's room. She stood where I had left her naked and bound and she jumped slightly at the sound of the door opening. "Only me." I assured as I walked over behind her. I swiftly removed the cotton restraint and then took off the blindfold. I led her to the bed where we both lay in each others arms. She was cool to the touch as we held each other in silence wrapped in the veil of our post coital afterglow. After a few moments of silence I felt something strange on my chest. I moved my fingers to see what it was to reveal a pool of moisture. I looked down at Bea to find her eyes brimming with tears that had streaked down her face and onto my breast. "Are you okay?" Immediately I feared the worst and panic started to grip me momentarily. Had I overstepped the mark, had I pushed her too far? She smiled nervously and bashfully through her tears as she looked up at me noticing my concerned look. "Yes silly!" she sniffed still smiling through the tears. "But why are you crying then?" I admit this situation was new to me so I wasn't at my empathetic best. "Because I'm so happy I guess." She wept openly now but was still smiling. Tears ran freely down her cheeks some mingling with hair that was sticking to her face, others pooling in the smooth crevices around her nose and mouth whilst others made their escape onto my naked flesh. "I can't describe the emotions I'm feeling," she went on. "That's probably one of the most intense emotional experiences I've ever felt. I guess I'm a little overcome by it." She began wiping the tears from her eyes with her fingers and laughed gently again looking at the moistened tips of her digits. "God! Look at me!" she giggled. "I'm a blathering mess!" Feeling assured that I hadn't damaged her emotionally, I relaxed and we fell back into each others arms and talked the rest of the afternoon away about her feelings and how she had always know she was this way inclined but had never allowed herself to explore them. She also went on to admit that she wanted to further explore these feelings. My heart was thumping in my chest as she spoke. I couldn't believe the situation I was in. Already in my mind I had begun to formulate some ideas as to where to go next and to see just how far she was prepared to go to explore her submissiveness... And here she was, just a fortnight or so later. A quivering pillar of tear streaked submission, stood to attention before me. Bright pinkish-red welts forming tramlines of testimony to a virgin caning across her soft bottom cheeks, the slightly damaged flesh already showing signs of bruising as battered blood vessels contused in the upper dermis causing it to swell and distend. Her gentle sobs had subsided and her breathing had resumed to its normal rhythm. I stepped forward and ran the fingers of my left had into the folds of her newly shaved pussy. To my relief and satisfaction I found her to be extremely wet. She jerked at my touch as I ran my fingers slowly round her inner most depths, drawing back and forth slowly, listening to the faint moans and wimpers she produced. I continued in that vein for a short while, slowly bringing her close to orgasm before stopping abruptly, leaving her cut adrift in her sea of ecstasy. I knelt down to her bound legs, rigid in their confines to the ankles and knees. I unpicked the knots in the ankle rope and unwound them. Discarding them to one side I repeated the same procedure to her knees but this time kept hold of the rope. I stood and guiding her forward I instructed her to take a few paces in front of her then to kneel. This placed her directly in front of the sofa, her thighs just brushing the fabric of the material. I forced her ankles together and began rebinding them tightly. In a few seconds she had become immobile again and further subject to my assiduity. Forcefully I pushed her shoulders forward and then down so that she was bent over the seated part of the sofa. Her reddened cheeks displayed openly to myself. She grunted into the gag as her face buried itself in some cushions her breathing again becoming more pronounced. Her soaked pussy lips proudly protruding slightly from the fleshy tops of her thighs, eagerly awaiting their due attention. I stood back and began to slowly remove my clothing. My shoes, socks and shirt were first to come off. I placed them neatly and deliberately on the floor nearby all the time admiring Bea's magnificent arse presented to the room as she knelt awaiting her next instalment. My jeans followed shortly and then, finally, off came my boxers. My cock sprang out, finally released from the confines of its darkened prison, a caged monster unleashed after suffering a seemingly agonising wait to be free. From the moment I left my house earlier that evening after depositing Bea's written instructions on the chair for her to read when she came into my house, my cock had been on almost a constant state of alert ever since. Following on from her first Bondage experience I wanted her to wait a while before making the next step. Over several emails and conversations when we were together I arranged to go for a drink with an old friend locally. I gave Bea a key to my house with orders to be at my place at 8pm, to let herself in and follow the instructions she was to find to the letter. I also told her to dress in the basque, stockings, suspenders and suitable shoes. Meekly she accepted and I purposely avoided her at work and at home for the few days leading up to that evening. By 7pm I was out the door and by 7:30pm I was in the pub with my friend enjoying a casual social evening catching up on events since we last met and whiled away the evening joking and laughing at the world. Occasionally I would eye my wristwatch to track the time. By 8pm I envisioned Bea arriving and being presented with the wooden chair and list of instructions the detailed exactly what she was to do, when to start it and how I wanted her when I arrived home. I admit it was quite a step up from her first experience and there were occasions during that day and certainly into the evening where doubt crept into my mind as to whether she would go through with it. I half expected to return home to find the notes screwed up into a ball and the place empty. Luckily it was not to be the case! I closed my right hand around the hardened shaft of my rigid cock. Slowly I began stroking back and forth as I walked across to Bea and knelt down directly behind her trussed form. It was a sight to behold. Bea's magnificent backside was displayed right under me, the suspender straps stretched to their fullest framed her splayed cheeks perfectly as they gently dug into her soft flesh. Her bruises were bright red now, the angry marks criss-crossed her most sensitive areas in two inch lengths: scarlet trophies attesting to the cruel endurance and sting of pain. Bea's cuffed hands, wrapped in the beauty of her black velvet gloves, lay just in the small of her back, her elbows bent slightly outward. Her back was straight, the fastenings of the basque providing a lace causeway to the clutch of jet back hair which reached down between her shoulders, pinned back at the head by the bindings of both her gag and blindfold. I reached forward and grabbed the clutch of hair and pulled back, raising her head up sharply. "Now you slut!" I hissed. "You're going to get fucked hard. Do you understand?!" She nodded as best she could against the strain of her head being pulled back by her hair. I let go and her head fell back into the cushions. Steadying my cock in my right hand I slowly guided myself into her awaiting pussy. I glided in with ease such was the wetness of her opening. The familiar warm sensation engulfed the length of my shaft as I slowly, inexorably penetrated her deeper and deeper. A muffled groan of satisfaction came from the cushions as I plunged deeper inside. I bottomed out just brushing the tip of my knob against her cervix. The pulsing sensation of my dick inside her was accentuated as her pussy walls clamped tightly around the entirety of my rod. I paused slightly allowing the sensations to permeate through us both. The warm union between us combined heighten our senses elevating our emotions up to a higher level of awareness. I began pounding quickly and furiously. Instantly Bea's fists balled and writhed and her head rose involuntarily from the cushions. A rough staccato moaning arose from her throat in time with the furious pace in which I was applying. With each thrust I rammed her whole body forward, each motion causing her to rock violently back and forth into the sofa. My balls were bouncing on the tops of her thighs and my pelvis slapped noisily against her arse cheeks causing them to ripple slightly with each drive. I continued the assault for what seemed like an eternity, my breath becoming hoarse against the exertions of the thrusting. Bea's moaning had risen an octave and I could tell she was beginning her ascent into emotional ecstasy. I again reached for her hair and pulled using it as leverage for my thrusting. Her magical cries of ecstasy changed to a guttural grunting interspersed with nasal inhalations as she fought to catch her breath. My left hand was idle so I raised it up and sharply let rip with a few stinging swipes to her backside. She flinched with each stroke, her arse afire with reddened hand marks liberally scattered about her left buttock. I released her hair and then began spanking her with both hands, the loud smacks echoing round the room fighting tooth and nail, compression and rarefaction, soundwave and oscillation with the slapping my of my pelvis against her cheeks and the ever rising whimperings from Bea. In fact her cries had begun to rapidly form into a crescendo. She was close. I kept up my relentless pounding, great gulps of air flowed into and out of my lungs as my heart felt as though it would come through my chest with its express-train beating. Eventually Bea started to tail off with her moaning, her back began to arch slowly and her head slowly raised from the sofa as if in muted concentration, deliberately holding, awaiting something momentous. Within a few moments the first tsunami of orgasm crashed through her body. Jerking up even more her head first jolted back, almost to breaking point, before a loud groan forced its way from the gag, filling the room with the joyous sounds of Bea's orgasm. She jerked again and again, each time eliciting a cry of deep intense emotion, founded in the heart and mind of a woman who had finally realised her true sexuality as if years of pent up, repressed emotions had all at once found their voice in unified, unadulterated rapture. I eased up slowly, Bea was breathing laboriously into the cushions trying to recover from the wave upon wave of orgasm that had crashed against her entire being and had shaken her to her very core. I was close myself, in fact the decrease in the ferocity that I had laid upon her had now served to heighten the pleasure sensors in my own manhood. I tried in vain to hold back but I knew it was too late. I exploded within her with a load cry of "GOOOOOD!". My cock pulsed huge sticky jets of cum deep into her pussy, my mind imploding with a neuro-chemical overload of ecstasy making my head go light. Again, I felt myself pump Bea with vast amounts of stored cum I'd never known before. She lay there, still breathing heavily as I discharged my full load into her pussy listening to my primeval cries of joy assault her ears. I was spent. I had burned myself out in seemingly no time at all and yet when I looked at my watch I took a moment to focus and realise that it was past Midnight. Where had the time gone? I withdrew from Bea and stood very shakily, the aftershocks of my own orgasm still made their presence felt as collected myself. I reached down to the side of the sofa where Bea, I had noticed earlier, left her instructions from me. Her last command was to apply the Handcuffs last ensuring that everything else was secured and in place. One hand to be cuffed first. The second to throw the key down with the instructions before reaching behind her and securing the remaining free hand, thus immobilising her. I found the key to the cuffs just off the sheet where it had landed. I went back and unlocked them from her gloved wrists and proceeded to untie her ankles then blindfold and finally I removed the gag by unbuckling it from the back. "Oh my god!" were her first words as she looked up at me, blinking in the bright light. Her eyes stinging as they tried to adjust quickly to the brightness. Quickly ran across and switched off the main light, leaving the standard lamp on in the far corner next to the TV. The room instantly darkened allowing her to adjust more easily. I helped her onto the sofa and we collapsed in a heap together wrapped in each others arms again. Guilty Tales - Briona "Are you okay?" I asked breathlessly. "Oh god yes!" Although I couldn't see her face because she had buried her head under my arm and rested her face on my breast, I could tell she was smiling. "Good." I responded eventually. "So, now that you've tried this how do you feel about it?" She paused a moment, still breathing heavily, as if trying to formulate a response to which she had no answer. "It's as if, " She began. "As if I've come home in a way. Does that make any sense to you? I feel as though this is something I was meant to do, born to be...". She trailed off, lost for words almost. "I understand perfectly, " I assured her. We both spent the next few hours talking about the evening and each others feelings. Before too long we noticed the first signs of dawn creeping through the cracks in the curtain and so we decided to turn in. We moved to the stairs which came down into the lounge and I allowed her to lead first. As we ascended I had her perfect view of the scars of her caning clearly visible on her curvaceous, swaying bottom in the gloom of the stairwell. I smiled inwardly as we reached the top and made our way into the bedroom. I was looking forward to a number of nights like the one we'd just had.