0 comments/ 32506 views/ 1 favorites Nice Time of the Month By: 130260 Nice time of the month - or -- The best a girl can get (A companion story to Careful what you ask for) Lorna, like any other woman, did not look forward to her 'time of the month'. But she did look forward all month to her 'Nice Time of the Month'. It was several years since she first decided out of excitedly embarrassed curiosity to shave herself 'Down South' to see what it felt like. Although very ticklish, she had thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of shaving off her pubic hair and she had especially loved the gorgeously smooth feel of her newly shaved private against her satin pants that she always loved to wear. She had also loved the feel of her silky-smooth skin against the stretchy white cotton and lycra pants she wore under her ballet tights the first time she had danced with her pussy shaved. She had loved the whole experience so much that she let her hair re-grow so she could have it all over again. She kept on doing it so that whereas when she started her pubic hair took six weeks to fully re-grow, she could now shave it every four weeks midway between her periods. She had been sharing her pleasure with Steve since the unusual circumstances of their first meeting* and now they both looked forward all month to Lorna's Nice Time of the Month, when they would shave each other and enjoy whatever other erotic pleasures they could think up between them. Tonight was The Night, and it was hard for both of them to concentrate on work while their heads were buzzing with all kinds of erotic ideas, which they had no hesitation in texting to each other at the earliest opportunity. As the day progressed their messages to-ing and fro-ing between them became more and more explicitly kinky in their content. Lorna was working on client files in her office when Steve's latest statement of intent arrived on her mobile. He was an assiduous texter but philosophically opposed to text speak, which meant that every pleasure-inducing word was spelled out in full. "I would love to discover what it feels like to put my fingers inside you as I shave you. The idea of sandwiching your hot, vibrant flesh between the warmth of my fingers and the cold steel of the razor blade is incredibly exciting." Lorna's fingers trembled on her mobile's keypad as she answered back, also spelling out every word in full for their shared pleasure. "I want to massage your newly-shaved dick with my love juices. I want to feel the perfect newly shaved smoothness of your rock-hard throbbing meat as I stroke it and rub it against my newly shaved pussy before I put you inside my hot and hungry cunt. I only hope you don't cut my lips off beforehand because I'll be squirming and screaming so much when you're tickling me as you shave me." She was already flushed and trembling with excitement as she sent her text, but his response was too much for her to cope with any longer. "I can tie you down on the bed so tightly you'll be unable to move no matter how much you try to squirm, and gag you so firmly you will only mew like a kitten however much you try to scream. " She could only contain herself enough to text back "YES! YES! YES!" before she had to scamper to the lady partner's room. She locked herself in the cubicle furthest from the door. She pulled her pants down, sat on the toilet, clamped her left hand as firmly as she could over her mouth and thrust the middle three fingers of her right hand up between her trembling thighs and straight into the hot, wet tingly throb of her vagina. She clamped her muscles, kept incredibly fit and strong by her years of ballet training -- as Steve could wincingly testify to -- onto her fingers and massaged herself furiously on them as she thrust them forcefully up and down within herself. She drove herself half-crazy with thoughts of tying him up and gagging him, of masturbating him and enveloping his hugeness inside herself, of feeling and stroking his hairy genitals and groin while she shaved them. With each up stroke she ground herself into the palm of her hand while she rubbed the pulsating, velvet-smooth pleasure factory of her G-spot and made frantic little mewing noises into her self-administered gag that almost sounded like she was being kidnapped. After what seemed like an age of being in the state of exquisite torture on the frustrated brink of fulfilment, she finally came with three muffled "Mmmphs" stifled at birth in the tight grip of her palm. The torrent of her juices bathed her fingers and sluiced out of her as she withdrew them like little subterranean creatures pale and blind from the warm, moist cave where they had sought shelter. As waves of relief flowed all through her, she gave in to the urge to empty her bladder and a warm waterfall cascaded down from between her shaking thighs as the issue from her bladder and her vagina mingled and mixed together. Still breathing heavily as she washed herself with water from the toilet after flushing it and then dried herself with thick pads of folded toilet paper, she gave a silent prayer of thanks for her mother's pearl of good advice to always have a spare pair of pants to hand. She slipped off her slickly sopping white satin pants and washed them in the clean water in the toilet bowl. She wrung them out, wrapped them in several layers of sanitary towel bags and stuffed them into the bottom of her handbag in place of the clean pair she now put on. Deeply grateful that she had been alone for the whole time, she washed her hands thoroughly at the sink as if nothing unusual had happened and went back to her office doing her best to suppress the floating feeling inside her. Louise, her secretary, couldn't help but notice the unusual brightness shining in her eyes and the spring in her step as she glided past. "You look like you're in love," she called after her with a totally deadpan delivery. Then they both laughed as a rolled up ball of copier paper aimed with deadly accuracy by Lorna bounced off her head and was expertly caught by the long stems of the flower arrangement on the windowsill. ********** Meanwhile, Steve had stopped at a roadside café for lunch. Already feeling highly sexed by Lorna's stream of increasingly raunchy texts, he avidly read her latest e-flirtation and had to put down his coffee cup because his hands were shaking so much with barely suppressed excitement at what was on his mobile. "I want to tie you up and gag you first, then stand behind you and wank you while we do slow pliés together. Then I'll tie you down on the bed and when I've shaved you I'll lube your dick with my cunt juice before I fuck you hard. I want you to make lots of noise in your gag all the time." The thought of lying on the bed naked in his ballet slippers and tied up and gagged while watching Lorna dipping her fingers into herself and smearing her love nectar on his swollen, throbbing stamen was too much for him to contain within himself. He hurriedly paid for his lunch and raced into the thickest part of the large patch of forest that bordered the motorway services. By now his heart was pounding while his lungs struggled for sufficient air and he felt as if a large, sausage shaped balloon was inflating inside his briefs. Finding a dense bushy patch well away from the car park in which to hide, he cursed his fumbling fingers as they struggled to overcome the stubborn resistance of his belt, fly button and zip. He almost cried with relief as he was at last able to drop his trousers and as he jerked his pants, already with a dark spreading stain in the crotch, down towards his shivering knees, his huge erection sprang up like a trick party toy. He seized the base of his swollen shaft in his left hand and with the tight ring of his right hand smeared the length of his manhood with the oily slickness of pre-come oozing from his hole gaping in the bulbous bowl of his shiny supersensitised head. He clenched his eyes shut and pumped himself furiously. He imagined Lorna lying on her back before him, naked in her ballet shoes, tied up with her hands bound behind her back and mewing ecstatically through her gag. He imagined thrusting himself into her hot, wet cunt gaping between her legs spread wide apart in her total submission and surrender to him. He squeezed himself together between his legs in a desperate attempt to prolong his pleasure for as long as possible before finally giving in to the uncontrollable urge that usurped his conscious control of his body. He groaned and gasped as his penis piped out long, milky streams which globbed against the tree concealing him from view. He felt as if a power station was sending its entire output pulsing into the national grid through his erection and great shocks surged through his body with every stroke and squeeze of his tingling, tremulous manhood. As he began to go soft his erection gradually gave up its hold over his bladder and he washed the creamy clots of his ejaculate from the tree trunk with his warm and golden fountain. Still taking deep breaths of profound relief, he cleaned and dried himself with a travel wipe and a tissue before readjusting his pants and trousers. With his foot he scraped the loose soil at the base of the tree over the tissues to bury them discretely. Then, feeling light headed and wonderfully alive, he returned to his car and resumed his journey to his next appointment. ********** Lorna was first to return home soon after eight-thirty. She hung up the jacket of her smartly tailored burgundy two-piece suit. The short pleated skirt came down to an attractive length above her knees but was long enough to enable her to decently wear her favourite white stay-up stockings with the pretty lacy tops that she always preferred to tights. She slipped off her smart, shiny black high-heeled slingbacks, put them in her wardrobe and took out her white ballet shoes. She knelt on the floor to slip her lovely little pure white satin pointe shoes on her feet, petite and pretty in her white stockings, and wrap and tie the white satin ribbons around her tiny, shapely ankles. She was feeling on a wonderful high. She wanted to dance and to float on her toes. She had already enjoyed one wonderful orgasm and was looking forward to lots more that night. She had clinched an important instruction from one of her firm's biggest international clients, which would significantly boost her share of the partnership profit that year. And best of all she was looking forward to a night of the most raunchy, kinky sex imaginable with the man she adored on the night she had looked forward to all month. She put on her favourite CD of classic ballet music, warmed up her legs and feet with a few pliés and some relevés onto her points and began to pirouette around the sitting room on her points before she sou-sou'd en pointe to the kitchen and began to prepare pasta. She hummed and la-la'd in her high, piping soprano as she tiptoed from fridge to cupboard to stove and sprang up onto her pointes to reach to the highest shelves. As soon as she heard Steve's key turn in the lock she raced with bounding turned-out ballet steps to the front door. He worshipped Lorna's lovely little feet and he especially loved to see her wearing her white ballet shoes. "Hello Ballet Girl," he smiled as she hopped up onto her points to enfold his neck and kiss him passionately while he embraced her tiny waist. She felt him already start to get big against her taut and trim abdomen. Pulling back from him, she smiled bewitchingly at him with her heartbreakingly beautiful dark almond eyes and addressed him with a playfully accusing tone as she squeezed him between his legs. "You are a wicked, WICKED, man Steven Haslam. You got me so excited today with your filthy texts that I had to stick my fingers up myself in the loo before I exploded in my office. You should be sentenced to life imprisonment in solitary, put in a straightjacket and hung by your feet from the ceiling with electrodes stuck to your genitals." Steve gave back as good as he got. He clenched the pert and firm flesh of her bottom cheeks through her skirt and pulled her close to him. "What about you, you shameless wench. Because of you I had to toss myself off in the middle of a frigging forest you got me so turned on. It's a good job there weren't any mossies or midges buzzing around. I ought to put you naked, bound and gagged kneeling on the floor of the freezer for a few days and then use your arse as a bike stand." His lascivious grin made her go weak at the knees for a moment before she recovered herself and patted him on his bottom. "Anyway Wild Man of the Woods, sort yourself out before dinner. You'll need lots of energy to satisfy me tonight." They had their own special language of food. Oriental stir-fry meant a night curled up on the sofa together watching a ballet on TV or, if there was an important enough match on, she would consent to let him attempt yet again to explain the offside rule to her. Seafood was for special occasions and celebrations; with silver and crystal, soft lighting and romancing. But pasta was the food of choice for a night of hot, sweaty, all-in coupling with lots of bondage and fetish games thrown in. Tonight was definitely pasta night! After a few minutes Steve, in his shirt and trousers and his bare feet now in his black leather ballet slippers, joined Lorna and their flirtation and foreplay began as they finished preparing the meal together. They stroked each other's bottoms, rubbed their hips together as they stood side by side chopping and mixing ingredients. He stood behind her and put his arm around her so her breasts rested on it as he reached up above her to bring things down from the high shelves. They continued grooming each other for sex as they sat down to eat. They rubbed noses together, nudged each other's feet and rubbed each other's ankles and legs with their ballet shoed feet as they ate each other's food and recounted the content of their texts to each other with almost adolescent glee. When they had finished their meal they raced to fill up the dishwasher while they tried to outdo each other with their statements of erotic intent. Then with their hearts pounding and their lungs swelling in their chests with pent-up excitement, they headed for the bedroom at last. ********** Steve was entranced with his love and desire for Lorna as she stood before him panting with eager anticipation. She was petite and gaminely gorgeous in her beautiful ballerina body, like a latter day Audrey Hepburn. Her figure-hugging white roll neck sweater enticingly moulded the exquisite mounds of her perfect little round breasts. Her pleated miniskirt showed off her wasp-like waist, her slim, pared-down hips and her slender, girlish legs smoothed by her white silk stockings. She stood before him. Her hands resting on her hips, appraising him with delight and desire in her eyes. The hard-shanked sole of her turned-out left foot in her white ballet shoe rested flat on the floor while she tipped the floor with the hard-blocked toes of her right foot pointing down from her bent right leg placed before her left. She drank in his excitingly different combination of strong and soft. He was lithe and athletic whilst appearing rounded and slightly fleshy. His eyes were deep-set and his mouth was firm whilst set in a face that was almost angelic. "You gorgeous man." she almost whispered as they came together to kiss and fondle. "You're so beautiful," he breathed in reply as he slipped his hands into the wonderfully warm space between her bottom and her skirt and thrilled to the glorious feel of her beautifully rounded bottom cheeks through her white satin pants as he pulled her to him. As he stroked her bottom she undid his shirt, slipped it down from his shoulders and pulled it from his trousers before tossing it to the floor. Meanwhile, he slid his hands from her bottom to undo the fastening of her skirt and send it sliding down her legs to the floor. She stepped daintily out of it and pushed it away with the side of her ballet shoe. He now slipped his hands into the even more wonderfully warm space between her bottom and her pants and enjoyed the dual sensation of her warm, soft bottom flesh moulded in his palms and the smooth satin brush of her pants on the backs of his hands. At the same time he delighted in the subtle feel of her breasts cushioning through her bra and her sweater against his bare chest. She now followed his lead by fondling his bottom and then sliding her hands around his waist to undo his trousers. While he stepped out of them she pulled off her sweater, removed the clips that had kept her hair in a loose bun on the back of her head and shook her hair in sultry temptress fashion. Her hair had been shoulder length when she had met Steve but she had let it grow since then and now it hung magnificently on her shoulders and in a soft, dark cascade well down her shoulder blades. They appraised each other again, breathing hard and feeling tighter still in their chests and inside their pants. Steve had very little body hair apart from under his arms and under his pants and to Lorna his smooth and lightly tanned skin looked gorgeous against his little black briefs and his shiny black leather ballet slippers. To Steve, Lorna was a vision of pale white loveliness. Her perfect porcelain skin was shown off beautifully by her white satin bra cradling and presenting her breasts to his admiring gaze. The white satin crotch of her little pants gorgeously moulded the subtle curves of her womanhood and the lacy see-through side panels stretched across her hips made him even more eager to remove them from her. He also delighted in her white silk stockings with the lace tops cherishing her slim, well-toned thighs and most of all, the lovely white ballet shoes and ribbons which made her petite and pretty feet and ankles such an object of adoration for him They kissed again and he took her breasts and stroked them through her bra before reaching behind to release them from its hold. She gasped with pleasure and relief as she pushed and rubbed her swollen, throbbing nipples into his chest. She pushed her groin into his and her passion stoked even higher as she felt the warm wetness of her crotch press against the dark dampness spreading over the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Desperate for the first feel of his penis, she knelt down before him, grasped the sides of his pants and jerked them down. His erection was still springing upwards in its release as she grasped it and took the whole length of it into her mouth. He heard her breath steaming through her nostrils as she fought down her gagging reflex and they both moaned with pleasure as he held the back of her head and pushed his groin even tighter into her face. She clenched him tight round the base of his shaft and withdrew him just as he was on the point of filling her mouth with his coming. He cried out with ecstatic frustration and the excruciatingly wonderful feel of her tight grip keeping his flow back from his tingling, pulsating swollenness hanging heavy between his quivering legs. Still holding him firmly, she rolled a condom onto him and wrapped a pre-cut length of thin surgical tape around the base of his penis and the neck of his scrotum, fixing one end and then the other with her free hand. As she sensed his urge to come subsiding, she gradually released her hold on him, stood up and then gagged him by placing a rubber ball in his mouth before smoothing a couple of layers of white sticking plaster over his lips. She pulled his arms behind him and used a length of bandage to tie his wrists together. Now she was in control. "Speak to me, Slave!" She commanded in the domineering smirk she always used in their bondage games. "MMMM! MMMPH!" Steve was on good submissive form. Nice Time of the Month She stepped in front of him. As slowly and provocatively as she could, she pulled her pants down to her knees. She straightened up, let her pants sink down her calves to the ground, stepped out of them, picked them up on the tip of her right ballet shoe and, with an imperious kick of her leg, sent them looping to the far wall. Then she faced him with her hands on her hips, her breasts and nipples swollen, pert and pouting, her swollen vagina wide open between her legs spread apart and turned out in second position "Do you like what you see, Slave!" She smirked again. "HHMMMMM!" He moaned longingly through his gag. She looked appreciatively in her turn at his penis imprisoned in its condom pointing beseechingly skyward. She took hold of it again and brushed the very latex tip against her inner labia. As her juices began to flow freely she rubbed his hyper-swollen head in them while he grunted through his gag with excitement. After letting him see her take a great smear of her juice onto her hand she commanded him again. "Stand right in front of me in second position with your back to me, Slave." He meekly did as he was ordered and then he groaned into his gag as she reached her left hand between his spread thighs, took hold of his balls and pulled back on them to bring his erection from the near vertical to the horizontal. Then, she placed the ring of her thumb and her right hand around the head of his penis, which now felt to him like rod of throbbing molten metal sticking straight out from his groin. "Now Slave, plié together with me and as you plié downwards, thrust yourself through my hole." As they slowly bent their knees to descend and rise together, she pushed her groin into his bottom as, grunting through his gag, he thrust himself forward and back in time with their down and up strokes. As his penis slid back and forth through the static ring of her hand her juices lubricated his whole, throbbing length. He glanced down at her slender, delicate hand as it squeezed and pumped him. He glanced down at his feet in his black leather ballet slippers nestled next to her feet in her lovely white satin ballet shoes. After months of doing ballet with her he now almost had perfect turnout like hers. He didn't have large feet for a man, but they still dwarfed her petite feet and the sight of her ballet shoed feet against his became more than he could cope with. "UUUUUMMMMPHH! MMMMMPH! MMMMMM!" He came with such force that his fat pink rod encased in its latex covering instantly turned creamy white as Lorna let go of his balls. He moaned again as she gave him several more strong strokes to send waves of electricity through his groin and induce him to squeeze out the last drops of his ejaculate. She wasn't finished with him yet. "On your back on the bed, Slave." They had an old-fashioned wrought iron bed and Lorna spread his legs and tied his ankles with more lengths of bandage to the bottom bedposts. She removed his condom and carefully squeezed the contents into a small bowl to be used later before disposing of it. She squatted astride him, took hold of his semi-limp penis and held its slightly floppy head against her wide-open hole. "What do you want me to do to you now, Slave?" She glowered at him with the haunting beauty of her dark eyes. "MMMPH! MMMPH! MMMMPH!" He was desperate to be inside her, even in his flaccid state. But Lorna only wanted premium quality meat and they had already agreed beforehand what she would do to him next. She knelt between his legs and shaved his genitals with the shaving kit prepared beforehand on the bedside table. She carefully lathered him with foam before getting to work with her lady's razor. With careful short strokes along his foreskin towards his groin she removed the wisps of hair around the base of his shaft. Then she trimmed his balls and finally cleared the soft skin surrounding his genitals. She warmed a smear of baby oil in her palms and smoothed it all around his genitalia, rubbed it into the folds of his balls as she cupped them in her palms and finally stroked his penis up and down until it was swollen and glistening smooth. With every touch, grasp and squeeze of her slim fingers with her beautifully manicured and painted nails on his most sensitive flesh he clenched himself tight and almost mooed with delight into his gag. Now that he was big and hard again, she squatted astride him again and rubbed his head up and down just inside her entrance to pump him up even more. As she felt him swell and harden further under her hold, she dipped her fingers in the bowl of his collected come and she greased his shaft with it before slowly sinking herself down onto him. He bleated like a spring calf through his gag as manifold pleasures flooded his senses. The feel of her fingers smearing his penis with his own juice this time. The sight and the feel of his newly restored swollenness as it disappeared into the tight ring of her labia. The gorgeous feelings she gave him as she began to massage him with her taut and tightly ballet-trained pelvic floors. The exciting sensations and emotions he felt of being bound and gagged and helpless in her power. Even the snug fit of his ballet slippers on his feet sent waves of pleasure up his legs. He felt completely safe under her dominance and his muffled moans and groans into the tight grip of his gag were almost a celebration of his freedom to enjoy his bondage to the utmost. Meanwhile, Lorna breathed deeply and gasped in her pleasure with the wonderful feeling of Steve's manhood filling her up and rubbing her where she loved it most. She bucked as she rose and fell on him again and again, faster and more intense. She adored him for being so self-assured that he could so willingly submit to her and entrust himself to her. She squeezed him hard as she ground herself on him and the gorgeous waves of pleasure radiating from her vagina and his muffled bleat of delight every time she massaged him finally sent her over the top. "AAAAHH! AAAAGGH! NNNYYYAAAAAAARRGH!" With each of her customary three screams of fulfilment she ground and squeezed on him as hard as she could and he came with a great muffled groan that gradually died away as he released himself deep inside her pulsating velvet embrace. She took off his gag and lay down on him to kiss him passionately before she untied him. They lay together and helped each other come down from their excitement with lots of gentle loving touch and gently whispered love tokens while they nuzzled, petted and stroked each other and enjoyed their shared softness and warmth. "I love being your slave," he smiled. "I'm ready to be your bitch whenever you're ready." She was already breathing harder in anticipation of what she already knew he would do to her. ********** He got up and gloried in her lovely supine nakedness before taking his turn to become the dominant one. "On your hands and knees, Bitch!" She hurriedly and eagerly assumed the position, spreading her knees as much as she could comfortably bear. He gazed with excited contemplation at the darkly-pink tight pucker of her anus nestling invitingly between her buttocks. "Where does a bitch like to be fucked, Bitch?" "OW! OW! OWWWLLL!" Knowing exactly what he meant and trembling with excitement she barked and howled and bobbed her bottom up and down in her entreaty to him. She couldn't help giggling at first as ticklish feelings sparked between her buttocks as he lubricated her with baby oil in and around the tight ring of her anus. But then she began to gasp and moan with pleasure as he first opened her ring up with a finger and then pushed his swollen head into her dilated opening. Waves of pleasure flooded her whole being as he slowly penetrated her deep into her fundament. Meanwhile she was soaking the bed beneath her as her juices flowed hot from her gaping vulva. "Lift your head and open your mouth, Bitch!" Her heart pounded as she anticipated what would happen to her next. Her whole body tingled with excitement shot with a residual frisson of fear as he stuffed a rubber ball into her mouth and plaster gagged her. "Head down on the bed, Bitch!" She supported her weight on her head as he tied her wrists behind her back and then wrapped the long ends of the bandage a couple of times around her body before tying it off and fixing her hands in place against the small of her back. She moaned with the combined pleasure of being bound and gagged and with his huge erection nestled deep in her bowels. Then she made high piping squeals into her gag as he leaned forward to take her breasts and more ticklish sensations shot from her chest. Her lovely little round breasts were small enough for him to almost fully cup in his hands and she began to moan in delight at the feel of his fingers around her soft mammarian flesh and her throbbing nipples digging satisfyingly deep into his palms. She made deep muffled grunts into her gag as he fucked her with long, deep, slow strokes, squeezed her breasts hard with each up stroke and ground his groin into her warm and softly yielding bottom. He felt her movement inside her as she relaxed and clenched herself in turn and he delighted in the movement of the tight ring of her sphincter as it slid up and down his shaft as he fucked her. Whenever he gave her anal sex he loved the feeling of smooth resistance he got as he thrust into her, which for some strange reason made him think of the feeling of fucking a sealed tube full of axle grease. He came with a great shudder and filled the warm cavern of her bowel with his hotly flowing emissions. Then he withdrew carefully from her and contemplated her again. The dark mass of her hair covered the mattress all around where her head rested on it. Her whole body trembled on the brink of her own orgasm and she mewed piteously at him through her gag imploring him to complete her joy. He slipped the three middle fingers of his left hand into the flooded canyon of her vagina and the index and middle finger of his right hand into the still red-glowing open hole of her anus. Then using a rhythm with his hands that was almost like milking a cow, he finger fucked her vaginally and anally in turn. He delighted in the wet slapping sounds of his fingers sluicing through her juices and the purr of pleasure growing louder and louder in her throat as she approached her orgasm and he longed to hear her muffled screams of ecstasy through her gag. "MMMMM! UUUUMMMPH! MMMMMMPPH! Her whole body clenched and clamped and she screwed her eyes shut as her orgasm, trapped inside her by her stopped-up mouth seemed to race around inside her frantically looking for another means of escape. She held his fingers in the twin vices of her vaginal and anal muscles and squeezed every last drop of pleasure she could from him. Her heart raced, her lungs heaved hungrily for ever more air and her whole body flushed hot and damp in her exertions. She relaxed herself to let Steve extract his fingers from her and through the blood rushing in her ears she heard him command her again. "Onto your back, Bitch." Lorna's bondage adventure was only just beginning. He spread out her legs and fixed her ankles firmly to the bedposts. He tied a length of bandage to one side of the bed, passed it under her body beneath her shoulder blades, brought it right round and under her upper body just above her breasts whilst threading it between her trunk and her bound arms, and tied it off on the other side of the bed. He repeated the process with another length of bandage in the opposite direction. She could now not move her upper body in any direction. He carried out the same process for her lower body around her waist. Then he strapped each of her thighs to its side of the bed so that the tension in the bandages binding them forced them down onto the mattress and pulled them slightly apart to more fully expose her vulva. ********** Unable to do more than let her mind wander as Steve tied her down, Lorna recalled the beginnings of her own bondage fetish. She remembered childhood games of being tied up and gagged by her brothers and sent off into the woods next to their home to be hunted down by them. She remembered how she had repressed her desires as a teenager until she had nervously confessed them to Gary, her first boyfriend. She remembered him smiling as he suggested she bring several pairs of her ballet shoes the next time they met for sex after their class. She remembered going to meet him wearing her ballet practice kit under her tracksuit and with her dance bag stuffed with pairs of her pointe shoes. She remembered self-consciously stripping for him as he watched her admiringly. First she had taken off her tracksuit top to reveal her newly fully flowered breasts snugly rounded in her sky-blue leotard. She had stripped off her close-fitting tracksuit bottoms to expose her coltish legs moulded in her white footless tights. She had peeled off her figure-caressing leotard to show the youthful loveliness of her breasts and then her footless tights to stand naked before him in her white plimsolls and ankle socks. She remembered his eyes shining with pleasure as he told her to sit on the floor with her legs stretched out in front of her. Then he had brought her arms behind her back, placed a pair of her ballet shoes in her hands and tied her hands together with the smooth satin ribbons tight around her slender wrists. Then he had stuffed her mouth with her rolled up ballet tights, placed the satin upper of another ballet shoe over her mouth and wrapped it tightly against her mouth with its ribbons. He had lain her upper body gently on the floor before placing another pair of her ballet shoes between her feet and using the ribbons to tie her ankles together crossways in a saltire so she could still have her legs apart for sex. She remembered looking up at Gary over the pure white tips of her plimsolled feet with a mixture of fear and delight and mewing excitedly in her gag, as she was doing now while Steve bound her more and more fast to their bed. Gary had slowly undressed, stroked his manhood to maximum and got down on top of her. He had brought her to four orgasms, one after another after another after another. First he had filled her still relatively inexperienced vagina with his huge erection and fucked her almost senseless. Then he had finger fucked her until she had clamped hard on his fingers in her ecstasy. Then he had fucked her with the hard tip of her ballet shoe that matched the one he had gagged her with and she had soaked the pale pink satin dark in her oozing raptures. Finally he had tongue fucked her and drank deeply of her love juice as for one last time her screams of fulfilment were muffled by her tights now soaked from her previous frantic efforts to cry out her joy. Now she giggled inwardly with the irony of the fact that the memories of how Gary had pleasured her should choose to come back into her head after years of repression at just the moment when she could not fulfil her bursting desire to share them with Steve. After Gary had left her desolate, she had repressed her desires to be dominated and used in an ultimately futile attempt to protect her heart by always exerting her natural inclination to dominate. But Steve had helped to set her free. Now she lay, naked in her white stockings and ballet shoes, gagged and so firmly bound that she was totally unable to move her body, her heart bursting with love and trust in the man who had just finished putting her in that condition. ********** Steve contemplated her for a moment, her elfin and delicately pale body fast bound tight within a cat's cradle of bandages as she looked at him trustingly over her gag, and he was overwhelmed by a wave of love for her. He wondered what he had done to deserve that such a beautiful woman as Lorna would love him and want to give herself over to his pleasure so completely and with such complete trust whilst also giving him total security to do the same. Forgetting his dominant role for a moment he smiled as he kissed her through her gag and she faintly mewed her love to him. He tested his handiwork by dancing his fingertips as lightly as he could all around and over her mound. He was satisfied that, as he felt her flesh shiver through his fingertips and heard her muffled giggly squeaks through her gag, her groin and thighs did not a move even a millimetre. He carefully placed the three middle fingers of his left hand into her vagina, which she promptly bathed with her juices in her groaning delight, got to work with his right hand with the shaving brush and when he had got her nicely lathered he switched to her razor. To the continuous accompaniment of her stifled squeaking and squealing as she thrashed her head from side to side, frantically flapped her ballet-shoed feet and clenched and clenched again her pelvic and anal muscles -- these being all the movements available to her -- Steve shaved her carefully and thoroughly. He began each stroke as close as possible to her quivering labia and worked outwards over the tremulous pale porcelain of her groin, revealing more of it as each stroke removed another swathe of her thick dark wiry pubes. With each stroke he placed his fingers that were inside her against the corresponding spot on the velvet-soft inner wall of her vagina and faintly felt the movement of the razor in his fingers through her flesh. When he had finished, her vagina looked like a wide canyon ribboned redly and set within the white undulating plain between the gently rounded hills of her thighs. Her skin was now baby-soft to his touch as he lovingly massaged her bare mound with baby oil until she glistened with a soft warm sheen between her legs. He took special care to work the oil right into the folds where her thighs and groin came together. She murmured with deep pleasure in her gag as he held up a mirror so she could see herself in her newly denuded state. She began to mew with excitement again as she saw Steve massaging his huge erection and rubbing the newly smooth skin of his groin with baby oil and then moaned in her delight as he got down onto her and slid his hugeness into her tremulously eager vagina. They both gasped in pleasure as they felt themselves sliding together and their bodies warming the film of baby oil sandwiched between them. She massaged him with a new intensity as her pleasure purred and growled deep in her throat in its gag-confinement and Steve answered with deep grunts from the very pit of his belly. Because of her bandage bonds she could not grind herself into him as she liked to, but he put in an extra circular motion into each thrust to give her a little more stimulation. They came together with her muffled screams mingling with his deep gasps. As her pulsating vagina continually clenched and released on his throbbing penis he peeled off her gag and pulled from her mouth the rubber ball bathed in her warm saliva. She sobbed out her love for him and his heart melted for her as he felt the warm wet of her tears on his cheeks as she kissed him and nuzzled his neck. "Oh Darling, Darling, thank you. You've given me my loveliest Nice Time of the Month ever. I love you so much," she beamed at him as he tenderly smoothed away her tears and stroked her soft dark hair fringing her face. "It was pretty fantastic for me too Sweetheart. You're the most wonderful woman in the whole world." He grinned back to her. He continued to kiss her and stroke her with all gentleness as he gradually went soft inside her and finally slid from her warm moist embrace. Then he got up and, beginning with her feet that he caressed adoringly through her ballet shoes as he did so, he untied her stage by stage. Then she was able to lie on her front still trembling in her afterglow while he massaged her all over with hand warmed baby oil and the circulation returned to her limbs. Nice Time of the Month ********** They had a long hot bath together. Lorna luxuriated while Steve lathered her all over with a soft sponge and then she gave him one of his favourite pleasures as she gently scratched all over his back with her fingernails while he growled with rapture. He helped her out of the bath and wrapped her completely in a huge soft, fluffy towel. After drying her carefully and making her giggle some more with his ministrations he unwrapped her like a beautiful figurine emerging from a mould and for a few minutes he held her close in her pink, soft, warm, nakedness. Then it was time for the ultimate test of his handiwork on her. After slipping her feet into her favourite pink ballet slippers she chose a tiny black satin thong and as he watched excitedly and expectantly, she slid it up her slender legs and shimmied her slim hips to ensure the closest fit. She sighed in deepest delight as the tiny triangle of smooth satin caressed the baby smooth bulge of her mound. "Ooooh! That feels sooooh lovely," she breathed as she closed her eyes in delight. He put on white ballet slippers, eased himself into a white satin thong and gasped as its softness snuggled around his balls and almost seemed to stroke the outer face of his penis pressed against it. They danced for a while to smoochy soul music, kissing passionately, stroking and squeezing each other's bare bottoms, rubbing each other's ankles and legs with their ballet-slippered feet, and pressing their smooth satin-covered groins into each other while she delightedly nestled and rubbed her breasts against his chest. ********** "How are we going to top this next month, Ballet Girl?" Steve asked as they snuggled down together to sleep. Lorna smiled mischievously as she kissed him. "Well, I wasn't just lying there doing nothing while you tied me up. Shall I tell you what I thought of now or tomorrow?" He turned on the light again. * See 'Careful what you ask for'.