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Bound

By: She Needs



Forty minutes seems like an eternity when you are in the dark, blindfolded, hands and feet restrained and there is not a noise to be heard except your own breathing.

Even though you knew it was coming, waking up like this was still a strange feeling. Where had Mike gone? When was he coming back? What would happen when he did come back? At first, after the initial "just woke up" panic subsided, you were aroused by the whole situation. This was something you'd wanted for a long time, something you had spent many nights fantasizing about in the dark, fantasies that had been the spark for many solo orgasms.

Yet as time ticked on you began to wonder. Given time to contemplate the inevitable reality of the whole thing, you began to question your own judgment. Was this something you wanted to really happen or just an amazing fantasy that should never come to pass? Maybe when it comes down to it, the reality will be scary instead of exciting - numbing instead of titillating.

Now that it was actually going to happen you wanted to call the whole thing off. It had gone far enough and you just weren't ready to complete the act, not ready to be in such a vulnerable situation, not ready to expose your innermost desires to whoever might come through the door any minute now.

Another twenty minutes passes; a full hour now since you woke up. Where the hell is Mike? Your thirsty and getting a little cramped in this position. Your legs are bent at the knee and spread as wide as the can be without causing pain. Your arms are out to the sides and bent slightly at the elbow. The cotton clothes holding you in place are soft and pliable, allowing you enough freedom to stretch a little - and enough elasticity to slip out - if you really wanted to. But you really want to stay, you think. You stay.

After what seems like another hour, you begin to hear something. You can't make out the sound but it's almost a dragging noise, but not really. More of a sliding you think. You whisper hello. Hello again. No answer. Maybe that noise was out in the street or in the hall - you can't be sure. This hotel is very plush, but the walls can't be completely soundproof, right? Your just not sure. Hello? Nothing.

Just as you are ready to slip out of the hand restraints it begins...and you let it. All the questions you had about going through with this are gone instantly, without another thought. You want this and you know it, simple as that.

It begins with the lightest touch possible on one of your feet. The coolness of the touch makes you think It's a wet touch. Is it? Not sure. Mike? No answer, just Shhhhhh.

The cool touch continues on your foot, like a finger dipped in water, or something. Warm water you think because it's not actually cold, just cool after air touches the moistness. It's a tongue, you are sure. It trails your foot from the heel to your toes, sucking each toe with total passion. You never knew how erotic this could be, but it was. It was making your entire body quiver. TR? Nothing. Who was this? He had never done this before and whoever was certainly had.

Suddenly the other foot was being paid identical attention - at the same time. There were definitely two people here now and both were very good at what they were doing. Mike? Shhhhhhhhh. But from a distance. Either he was not one of these people or someone else was quieting you.

Feathers. Definitely feathers. They were being guided over your legs from your ankles to your hips, slowly and with amazing synchronicity. Both legs and feet were having the identical touch applied at the identical spot. How was that possible? Three people? Four? Mike?? Shhhhhhhhhh.

You had completely succumb to the moment. Nothing mattered now. This was going to be amazing. No more wondering, just bliss.

The feathers suddenly meet at your pussy, slid up the line of your lips, met again at your belly button and separate, each on a slow, deliberate journey to it's own breast. This one moment of contact from the feathers almost made you orgasm. They never even made contact with your clitoris, just the anticipation was nearly enough. 

The foot work had ended and the tongues were starting a journey of their own with a very definite meeting place in mind. You had no idea how long this would take, but you were willing to wait, this was an ecstasy you had never known.

As the tongues reached the back of your knees and the mouths actually began sucking there, the feathers had found your nipples and were tickling them to a hardness they have never reached. You came the first time just then, shaking and squirming on the bed. A non-contact orgasm that left you only more excited than before it started. No relief, just greater desire for pleasure.

Now the three, four, whatever number of people intensified their activities. The feathers were replaced by two tongues. Four. For sure now. Mike?? Shhhhhhhhhh. He was definitely not one of the four, this shhhhh came from at least 10 feet away, and it was him, you were almost sure this time.

The humming began as a low buzz then increased in intensity. First you felt it running up your left leg, then your right. It hit the bottom most part of your pussy with a delicate bump, then a more deliberate push. It slid inside your wide open, dripping wet pussy with no problem at all. It didn't feel large, more like the shape of a Sharpie magic marker you thought, but a vibrating one. 

Next, the unmistakable touch of a tongue on your clit. First it flicked, then it sucked. The vibrator fucking you, the tongue sucking your clit and the two tongues sucking your nipples were too much, another orgasm began. This one at least twice the intensity of the first but with the same result, simply the desire for more.

Now things began to change a little. Before almost no movement could be detected on the bed, just the feeling on your body. Now people were moving around, getting in different positions. The excitement was still building, not subsiding at all.

Two very soft, vibrating clips were attached to your nipples, a sensation that almost brought on the third orgasm. The two mouths that had been replaced by the clips were now sucking your neck like toothless vampires. The vibrator was suddenly gone and was being replaced by something much larger, much. It almost certainly was a cock, but it was so big. Your wetness made the job easier than it should have been for a 12" cock to get inside you. This was an overwhelming feeling. Pain and pleasure in one motion, pleasure far outweighing pain. With each stroke it glided more easily and the pleasure grew. You began to convulse in orgasm at the same time the huge cock exploded inside you. 

It slipped out and was replaced by another, not as long but almost twice as thick. A totally different sensation and the orgasms began almost right away. Two orgasms later this cock exploded inside you as well.

After the cock was removed, so were the vibrating clips. You were left on the bed, soaked and completely naked to whomever was there. The silence set in and at least 10 minutes passed. Mike??? Shhhhhhhhhh.

Suddenly you could smell yourself stronger than before. The smell of pussy had filled the room but this was much stronger. When the first drip hit your lips you knew, a pussy was hovering over your mouth, just out of the reach of your tongue. She slowly lowered herself within your reach and your excitement level skyrocketed again. Your first taste of pussy was amazing. It was hot and soaking wet. Her clit was huge, the size of a jelly bean, perfect for sucking. You felt her fall into a 69 position and begin devouring your pussy as well. After what must have been 15 minutes, you both exploded. She gushed into your mouth and you swallowed every drop.

Just then someone came up behind her and slid into her pussy. You could feel his balls hitting you as he fucked her. She moaned loudly. You continues sucking her clit as he fucked her. Every few strokes he would slide out and put his cock in your mouth, you sucked his cock dry each time. 

A large vibrator was sliding inside you now and you were already nearing another orgasm. With her clit in your mouth, his cock in her pussy, the vibrator inside you and her lips around your clit, you all exploded. His cum mixed with her juice ran into your mouth while you came and the taste was unreal.

Then it all ended. As quickly as it had started it was over. The room was stone silent. Mike? Nothing. Mike?? Nothing.

They were definitely gone and you were alone. As you slid out of the restraints and undid your blindfold, questions were all that were left. Who were they? Where had they gone? Where was Mike? Had he gone with them?

The phone rang. It was Mike explaining how sorry he was that he didn't get back quicker. His car had broken down at the store just after he left you tied up. He promised to make it up to you when he got back.

Bound



I first noticed you several weeks ago at the bookstore. You were browsing around, opening books of your choosing at random pages to see whether they captured your interest. You certainly captured mine. Not so much your appearance -- not that your appearance wasn't striking, because it was -- but so much more than that was the way you carried yourself, the way you seemed so extraordinarily comfortable in your body, so unselfconscious, so graceful. How you seemed to draw pleasure simply from being in your body and from moving it. 

I watched with interest, trying not to stare, as you made your selection and paid for it. Forgive me, but I followed from a distance as you went to your car, then followed you in my car until you turned off the main road into a long driveway in the sparsely settled suburbs, presumably your home, which seemed to border on a large and overgrown nature preserve. I had forgotten the episode until the first warm day of spring arrived and I was doing some hiking in the preserve -- I wondered if in fact you did live nearby, and if I might catch a glimpse of you again.

I walked along the edge of the woods so as to be able to see the homes that bordered the wilderness there, until I stopped dead in my tracks, my heart suddenly in my mouth, pounding, as I saw you. You were reclining in a chaise lounge on your back deck, a tall drink by your side, book in hand (the same one, I wondered?), sunglasses on, cutoff denim shorts and a halter top. When you got up to freshen your drink, any doubt I had as to whether it was you disappeared when I saw again how easily you moved, how alive your body seemed to be. 

I don't know what happened to me, as I had never done anything like this before, but I was overwhelmed with a desire to see you and be seen by you, and I was propelled forward, out of the woods into your backyard. Without any notion of what I would say or do, seeing your screen door still ajar, I slipped inside, picking up at that instant the sweetness of your perfume still hanging in the air. 

I had just crossed the threshold of your bedroom when you emerged from your closet, clad only in a silken red burgundy brassiere and panties. That and, for reasons I have yet to understand, thigh high dark stockings. You gasped and stifled a cry, but then we were both standing there, startled, hearts beating hard, breath coming fast and shallow. I noticed the several beauty marks on your body – the way they marked, at random, your perfect symmetry was mysteriously beautiful to me – strangely, it aroused me significantly more. 

"I...I won't hurt you," I thought to myself, but heard my mouth saying something very different -- "Don't say a word." It was as if I had planned this out, but I hadn't, unless it was during my sleep, in my dreams at night, and the next thing I said was, "Take one of your stockings off." 

Forgive me. Forgive me for frightening you, even if later you would forget all about having been frightened. And forgive me for the politically incorrect thought that in the middle of these first few moments, in addition to being scared, you also seemed to be more than a little intrigued with the situation. Could it be that you had also noticed me that day in the bookstore or some other time? Could it be that, late at night, alone in your bed, you had fantasized about me, the way I had about you?.

Whatever the reason for my perception (or misperception, you tell me), I took the stocking from you -- i could still feel your warmth on the fabric -- and tied your wrists together with one end. I led you to your bed and tied the other end of the stocking to one of your bedposts. "Please lie down, face down." You complied -- and it was only then that I was able to step back and for the first time up close admire the smooth skin of your back, sloping down to the curve of your hips. 

I watched your rib cage expand and contract with each breath, your breasts, sheathed in your bra, also moving slightly. I unbuttoned and slipped off my shirt, and unbuckled my jeans, letting them drop to the floor. Stepping out of them, I slid my boxer shorts off and moved towards the bed. "I won't hurt you," I said. "Quite the contrary, you'll see," and I placed my palms on your back and began to stroke along the sides of your backbone and under your shoulder blades in an effort to relax your muscles. I unhooked your bra to enable me to do this better, and the garment hung loosely on your shoulders, the cups falling away from your breasts. Long strokes of varying pressure seemed to have the desired effect, as I could feel you relax -- and to my surprise and delight I even thought that, as my hands travelled down the sides of your ribcage, I felt your body rise slightly away from the bed and into the pressure of my hands as if you were enjoying my touch.

I stroked you with both hands down the sides of your body and over the curve of your hips, down to the outside of your thighs, repeating this several times before taking my palms down your lower back and over the rise of your buttocks -- they were tense but quickly relaxed under my touch. I climbed on to your bed, straddling your body and sat over you, my hands working your upper back harder. You could feel my bare scrotum and cock against your back as I ran my hands down along the sides of your breasts -- it was then that I felt you quicken, as if a spark of erotic energy had been released -- and my fingers slid down your breasts, stroking the sides gently, then the underside, and finally my fingers finding your nipples, brushing over them once, twice, then taking them more firmly in my fingers and squeezing until you gasped, not, I think, from discomfort, but from pleasure. I kissed your back still holding your breasts in my palms, then slid down you, my face over your bottom, which I began to caress with my hands, the fullness of your buttocks beneath the thin sheath of satin panties. Hungry for the direct touch of your skin, I soon slid my hands beneath the fabric stroking your ass and running my hands up along your sides. I detected the slightest bit of your scent, and I looked closely between your legs, noticing how clearly your pussy was outlined by the satin. Until that moment, I had not been sure whether your reactions reflected fear or arousal, but then I saw that just a bit of moisture had begun to show through your panties. These sensations ran through me like a jolt straight to my cock, which stiffened and my breath came more quickly. I slid the bottoms of your panties up into your butt crack, tugging firmly, even a bit too hard, as I pulled them taut, clasping them in my hands near the elastic top -- this pressured not only your ass, but your pussy as well, and the way your hips tilted into the pressure in both places told me that you wanted more of this. 

I continued to tug, rhythmically, and when you gasped softly, I told you to come up on your knees, lifting your ass up into the air. Overcome by my arousal, I yanked your panties down and slipped them off one of your legs -- which left me gazing directly into what I had dreamed of seeing, the pursed lips of your pussy. Your inner lips, pink and delicate as petals of a flower, protruded slightly from between your now swollen outer lips, which were flushed a deeper red. Breathless, I moved closer, inhaling your aroma, its deep notes suggesting the taste that awaited me -- but first I touched the tip of my nose to you there before pushing my nose between your lips, just into your opening, my own lips extending outward to kiss ever so tentatively your lips, the brush of your pubic hair against my lips followed by the taste of you. I backed away for a moment and came towards you again, opening my mouth further this time, taking you in and stroking your lips with mine lower this time, then my tongue seeking and finding the moist hidden nub of your clit. Stroking with my tongue up its side, then the other side, pushing into its base with the tip of my tongue, you moaned and leaned back into me, tiliting your hips to raise your pussy up into my face. I held the sweet globes of your buttocks in my hands as I continued to kiss you, running my hands over the curve of your hips, pulling you into me. Your cries came more quickly now, and if you ever had been in fear you had been taken beyond that by the imperative of your body, which reacted on its own to my touch, your hips humping against my mouth, grinding my face into your pussy, which was sopping with a mixture of your juices and my saliva. I moved my hands up to find your breasts, which were swaying in the rhythm you had established, I stroked them from your body down towards the nipples, milking them, squeezing my fingers up and over your nipples, which multiplied your stimulation and took you to a new peak. 

Meanwhile, my cock was aching with both the pleasure of your ecstasy and the lack of attention you were able to give it (one of the downsides of having bound you, I suppose), and though you were close to orgasming on my mouth, I suddenly sat back and came up on my own knees -- your body flushed pink with arousal suddenly out of contact until I quickly placed my cock at your opening and pulled you to me, my loins pressing against the delightful softness of your ass, my arms wrapped around your breasts, my cock at full erection entering you, sliding easily, quickly, comfortably inside you. 

We both cried out and nature took over, me humping you hard and you finding our pace and thrusting back into me. I pushed your head and chest down to the mattress and, your ass in the air, watched myself enter your open, welcoming body, then on my withdrawal, my cock slick and slimy with you. I slammed back into you, and we seemed to merge into a single writhing beast, thrusting into each other, clasping, gasping, screaming, fucking until your orgasm -- I could feel it, I could feel your pussy grasping my cock in quick hard spasms, at which point the heat, the liquid pooling beneath my pubic bone began to rise up my cock and I ejaculated hard, shooting what felt like a quart of my semen into your depths, I wondered whether you could feel it splashing against you inside... 

We collapsed, breathless, me lying atop your exhausted satiated body.

I reached up and untied your hands and pulled you close to me, your breasts against my chest, and kissed your mouth. You offered no objection and I held you close as a breeze moved gently through your room. I didn't know what to say to you, but it didn't seem to matter to either of us, at least not for the time being.



Bound



Toni's ears perked up at the sound of footsteps in the bedroom. She thought she had heard people coming into the room, but she wasn't too sure. She could only see blackness because of the blindfold that was covering her eyes. She shifted her weight from her left foot to her right; she was bound rather tightly with rope to a rack in her bedroom so there was little room for comfort. Her husband, Robert had tied her up there the day before because she wouldn't be obedient to him as he thought she should be. They had only married a week before, and she didn't realize the full extent of what he meant by saying: "You're mine now." just after they said, "I do". She had absolutely no reason to suspect that Robert was this way. They had met at a charity ball. From the moment she had seen him, she knew that he was the one. His stunning good looks were what first caught his attention. 

He stood 5'7" tall, had a slightly muscular build, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. They went for coffee after the ball, and were together thereafter. They had dated for two years before getting engaged, and waited a year after that to get married. In that time he had been a complete gentleman, courteous and gentle. She truly thought she knew him. They were both from wealthy families, and Robert owned his own mansion, complete with two butlers, a maid and a cook. Toni had lived with her family until they wed, but visited Robert's home quite often. The house was 12,000 square feet, two stories and rather exquisite with marble floors, custom woodwork, two indoor swimming pools, a sauna, and two hot tubs. The home was situated on 12 acres, eight of them being forest. 

The backyard boasted a fountain, a shrubbery maze, a gazebo, a stocked pond, and a prize-winning rose garden. The bedroom was one of the most stunning rooms in the home. It was 500 square feet, had a fireplace, a hot tub, a king sized canopy bed complete with sheer curtains, and walk-in closets along one wall. What Toni never noticed in those closets were the items of torture. Robert had a rack, seven whips of various sizes, several blindfolds, five paddles, feathers, chains, rope, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, nipple clamps, an electric wand, a glove of nails, a latex body suit, four gags, and strap-on harness along with many dildos of varying sizes. His doting help did a lot more than just maintain the home; they were, in fact, his slaves. 

Toni started to notice the smell of sex in the room along with the sound of very faint moans, sucking, and what sounded like a woman getting fingered. Her nude, aching body was starting to become aroused despite the bruises and cuts Robert had inflicted on her the night previous-he was angry with her because she wouldn't suck his cock (or anything else he demanded), so he tied her up and beat her with a whip. Her nipples began to harden and her pussy started getting wet as she listened to the sounds in the room. Suddenly she could see. Their maid, Ginger, removed her blindfold. Ginger was 5'5", had short blonde hair, full pouty red lips, was slightly pudgy and wore a size 40C bra. Toni was surprised to see that Ginger was nude; it shocked her and turned her on all at the same time. 

She glanced around the room and found where the smells and sounds had been coming from. Robert was on the bed with Cindy, their cook. Cindy was lying down and her long black hair was splayed out across the king sized canopy bed in contrast against the red crushed velvet sheets. Her firm breasts glistened with sweat as Robert plunged his fingers vigorously in and out of her hairy, tight pussy. Robert motioned for Ginger to come back over to him, and she resumed her position on the floor between his legs, eagerly sucking on his 8" member and teasing his balls with her hands. Toni couldn't believe her eyes; she had never seen anything quite like this in person. She wished that she could touch herself, but she couldn't since her hands were bound up over her head. 

Suddenly, Robert spoke:

"See, Toni, these two know to obey me. This pleasure could be yours as well, as soon as you learn to submit."

Toni just stared at him, wide-eyed and speechless.

"Cindy, move to the edge of the bed. Ginger, eat Cindy's pussy." He demanded.

The two girls listened and did as he commanded. Robert bent over and licked Ginger's asshole. Ginger and Cindy were both moaning and writhing out of pleasure; Toni ached even more for someone to touch her. Robert began fingering Ginger's asshole and she bucked back against his fingers. An orgasm overcame Cindy, her skin tingling and her breathing hard and fast, when Robert sank his cock into Gingers eager ass. Toni's legs were getting moist as her juices flowed out of her. Ginger's body was seized by a powerful orgasm, which rendered her breathless.

"Cindy, go over to the table and get the strap-on. Put the double dildo in it and put it on." Robert commanded as he continued his assault on Ginger's supple ass. Cindy did as she was told, and got out the largest dildo Toni had ever seen. It was 14" long and 4" thick, and blue in color. Cindy put it in place with ease, and pleasure.

"Toni, are you going to obey me from now on?" he asked.

She didn't respond, she didn't know what to say.

"Toni?"

Still not a word crossed her lips.

"Cindy, get out the whip, the red one. I want you to teach Toni a lesson."

Cindy removed the red whip from its hiding place in the nightstand drawer and crossed the room over to Toni, the blue dildo bouncing with each step. Cindy raised the whip, and smacked Toni across her tiny breasts. To her amazement, Toni moaned out in pleasure. She had been longing for touch for so long, that the whip was actually a welcome touch. Toni's skin tingled, and electric waves surged through out her body. Cindy whipped Toni mercilessly across her thighs and abdomen. Toni's skin was on fire, and she loved it. She was surprised that she felt this way, but didn't care. Cindy drew back the whip again, and this time laid it to rest on Toni's hairless pussy. Toni screamed out in pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her body. Sweat glistened on her brow, her breath quickened, and she started shaking uncontrollably. Robert shot his hot load deep inside Ginger's bowels, some of it started dribbling down her leg. Robert glanced over to the two and said:

"You little slut. You liked that, didn't you?"

Toni nodded.

"Hmm.. I didn't expect that. Cindy, you have been a good girl. Why don't you come over here and fuck Ginger?" he said as he pulled his cock out of Ginger's ass.

Cindy crossed the room with hunger in her eyes towards Ginger. Ginger smiled broadly, Toni could tell that they had done this before and it made her even hotter. Cindy placed the large phallus near Ginger's eager lips, and she sucked on it hungrily. Ginger laid back and Cindy placed the head of the blue cock between her sopping wet pussy lips and thrust in hard. Ginger screamed out in ecstasy and matched her partner stroke for stroke. Toni looked longingly at the pair, as her husband crossed the room towards her. He unbound his wife from the rack.

"Get down on your knees, whore."

Toni immediately obeyed and got down on her knees on the cold marble floor.

"Suck it." He demanded as he shoved his shit-speckled cock in her face.

Toni winced at the thought, but obeyed in fear of him tying her up and beating her again. She hungrily slurped on his flaccid cock, and slowly it started to rise. He groaned in pleasure,

"That's right, suck it bitch." as he started fucking her face. His heavy balls slapped her in the chin. Drool starting running down her chin and onto her perky tits. She was amazed to find herself getting aroused over this; ordinarily she would find this disgusting-she never did like to suck cock, let alone a shit-speckled one. Robert ripped his cock from her mouth,

"Get up." he demanded and pulled on her hair, dragging her across the room to the two vixens on the bed. He laid down on the bed.

"Get on top of me. Cindy, get behind her. We're going to teach her a lesson."

Toni climbed on top of Robert and placed his throbbing member in her eager pussy. As he entered her, she felt an orgasm budding; one stroke sent her over the edge. Her skin literally felt as though it were on fire. Cindy pulled the blue cock out of Ginger, much to her dismay, and positioned it near Toni's asshole. Without any lube Cindy shoved the blue monster deep inside Toni's bowels. She screamed out, in shock, pain and ecstasy. 

"What may I do, master?" Ginger asked timidly.

He thought for a moment and said:

"Sit on my face, facing Toni. I want you to pinch and play with her nipples, you'll find the nipple clamps on the stand."

Ginger grabbed the clamps and took her place on his face. Secretly Toni was beaming inside. She was learning to get pleasure from all of this pain. She had never been this full in her entire life, and to add nipple torture on top of it just had her gushing. Robert soon felt his pubic area get extremely wet as Toni came over and over again on his cock. Cindy was feeling quite good herself as well, the other end of the blue monster curved just right to hit her g-spot, and there was a nub on the top of the dildo that rubbed her clit in just the right manner. Cindy had orgasm after orgasm while fucking Toni's ass as hard as she could. Ginger's skin was tingling as he gave her a powerful orgasm with his tongue; she began feeling dizzy and almost slipped off of his face.

"I'm sorry master, you just made me feel so good I almost fell over."

"That's fine, I wanted you to get up anyway."

Ginger obeyed.

"Cindy, you may stop now."

Cindy removed the blue monster from Toni's ass.

"Girls, you are dismissed. You may go refresh yourselves in the downstairs hot tub if you like." 

"Thank-you master." They said in unison as they exited the room. Toni's eyes followed them until she could no longer see them.

"As for you, my wife, get off of me and sit on the bed." Toni obeyed, "Are you going to submit to me from now on?"

Toni looked him in the eyes and saw something she never expected, love and respect.

"Yes, I will. May I ask a question, m..m..master?"

"Alright."

"Why do you do this? Why do you want things to be this way? Can't we be equal?"

"I do this because I enjoy it. I was raised to believe that the man is in charge, and if you want to remain with me, you will obey my wishes. If you don't, I will be certain to humiliate you to your family and society so severely that you won't dare remain in the country."

"How did you keep this hidden so well? Why did you keep it from me?"

"Simple, I told my slaves here not to let you know what was going on. I kept it from you because I didn't want you to run away from me. From the moment I saw you, I had to have you for my own. I couldn't risk losing you. You are too beautiful with your fair skin, red flowing hair, green eyes, and small perky tits."

"Thank you."

"You will wear what I say, and do what I say. You may call me Robert in front of others outside of this house; otherwise you will call me master. I will call you anything I choose in the house, and in public I will call you Toni. Do you understand?"

"Yes master."

"Good, now go shower." Toni got up and went toward the bathroom, and Robert laid back in his bed, satisfied in the knowledge that Toni was truly his-now and forever.



Bound



On her knees, she waited. Goosebumps covered her skin…from arousal or from cold he couldn’t tell. Her nipples stood erect and her sex was shaven smooth, the lips puffy; suckable. She was dressed only in a black leather corset that left her breasts bare and thrust out, more so with her arms clasped behind her back. Her head was straight ahead and her eyes were lowered. She simply oozed submission…and her submission simply oozed eroticism.

He walked around her slowly, his fingertips just brushing the naked flesh of her shoulders, teasing…testing the softness. She was pale, no longer used to sunbathing as she had in her youth, but it suited him. Her body was lush, overly so…womanly in shape from centuries past. 

He growled low in his throat at the effect she never failed to have on him.

His hand slipped under her hair and wrapped the strands around his fist, tugging her head up and back. Her eyes remained lowered. He smiled, a wicked, yet adoring smile. “Look at me.”

Her eyes lifted to his face. The green depths, glittered with gold, mirrored his need. His need to dominate and her need to submit; his need to master and her need to surrender; his need to take and her need to give. There were other needs between them, too. Deep needs that had been spoken once, in the beginning. Deep needs that were fulfilled without question, without comment, without the slightest hesitation. 

His pride in her knew no limit. She was simply…everything.

“‘Tis a surprise I have in store for you tonight, girl. Do you trust me?” He knew the answer. He needed to hear it.

“Yes, master.”

“Good. Come.” 

He tugged her by a gentle yet firm pressure on her hair until she was on all fours, and then tugged again until she started crawling beside him. Her humiliation was evident by the blush against her skin, but he could also imagine the glint in her eyes, the surrender, the happy submission.

Down the hall and into the family room…to the billiards table he led her. 

He glanced down to see her staring up at him, questions floating in her beautiful eyes. “Up on the table, pet. Kneel in the center, thighs wide.” Without hesitation, she moved to do as he bid her. He noticed her small sigh of relief when she realized there was a cushioned pad fitted to the tabletop. With care, she stood, her legs tight with twinges of cramps from kneeling for so long and lifted one leg up and crawled into the middle as he’d said. The red satin of the pad contrasted beautifully with her alabaster skin and matched the red polish on her toes and fingernails. His favorite…whore red. 

“Hands in front, wrists crossed.” It was done immediately. He edged a hip on the side of the table, leaning across to wrap and tie a strip of leather around her forearms and wrists. “Too tight?”

“No, master.”

“Good girl. I’ll give you the choice of wearing a blindfold or not.”

“Yes, master. Blindfold, please.”

He smiled. “Good girl.” He pulled another, wider strip of leather from his pocket and carefully wrapped and tied it around her head, blinding her in darkness. “So beautiful like this,” he murmured, petting her hair softly. He took her by her bound wrists and stretched her forward until she was resting on her forearms, her hands touching the polished wooden edge of the table. “You are to stay on your knees, your thighs wide, your sweet ass up.”

“Yes, master.”

He heard a bit of uncertainty, a bit of fear in her voice. That would soon change. 

“Your tits…held up by the boning and yet, just dangling there… so tempting.” He flicked a nipple with his fingernail and licked her neck when she moaned. The final piece of adornment slid around her neck…a collar, special for this occasion. She purred when he locked it in place and gasped when he slid the first clamp onto her nipple. “The clamps, my love, are attached to the collar by a chain, in the center of which is a ring to attach a leash.” He spoke softly to her while attaching the other clamp to her other nipple. He tightened them just enough to see her wince in discomfort. He didn’t want her pain to overwhelm the pleasures in store for her.

He walked around to the front of her and simply looked at her. It had taken a lot of time and patience, a lot of internal struggling for her to accept herself and to accept him. She was slave and he was master. She was his for whatever he wished. She was his slut, his whore, his bitch. She was his love, his heart, his very soul. She never ceased to strive for the best in herself for that made her the best for him. 

She relished his pride and his pleasure and she suffered his pain and humiliation. He forced her limits, pushed her past some of them, and adored her more with each milestone in her growth. She was his woman and tonight, at long last, he would show her off and share her with his less than fortunate friends. The thought made him grin like a kid at Christmas with the best present of all the kids in the neighborhood.

He leaned forward and licked her lips with his tongue. “How’s my cunt, baby?”

“Wet, master.”

“Good, good. Before long I expect it will be so juicy that it will run down your legs and the satin beneath you will be stained.”

“Master?” she said with trepidation.

“Hmmm?” He knew what she was going to ask.

“What is going to happen tonight?”

The doorbell rang.

“You’re about to find out, toy. Now, not a word, not a sound until I return.”

For moments there was silence and then…voices, a number of voices. She couldn’t tell how many, couldn’t distinguish anything but that there were men and women. She heard glass clinking together and knew someone was pouring drinks. There was laughter and there was murmuring and then they were coming closer, until right outside the door, they stopped. She could hear the hushed voice of her master. 

Anxiety began to flow through her veins and heart threatened to pound right out of her chest. 

The door opened.

Her mouth went dry.

Then a hand touched her…soft, feminine. Long, smooth fingernails raking gently over her back and down over the slope of her ass. She shivered at the caress. 

Her attention was drawn away from the womanly touch to another hand…masculine and rough; large, too. His fingers went straight up her right inner thigh, then down the left one, barely missing her drenched puss. She was barely able to stifle a moan.

Someone tugged on the chain hanging from her collar and a small slice of pain shot through her. She winced and cried out softly, hearing a moan from in front of her…the man tugging the chain. 

“It’s alright, my slut. Simply enjoy,” her master whispered into her ear as his hand caressed the skin of her throat just at the edge of her collar. 

His touch warmed her and calmed her immediately. His words ‘simply enjoy’ caused her both excitement and trepidation. Could she really let herself and her inhibitions go and ‘simply enjoy’? Could she experience the pleasure of her body and her heart remain true and devoted to the one she called master? Could she show pleasure in front of him at the hands of others and not feel guilty that it was not him bringing her such? 

Or was it? Ultimately wasn’t it him that controlled the pleasure of her body? Wasn’t it him that had made all that was happening to her this night possible, including and especially the pleasure? And wasn’t it his pleasure that mattered most?

She moaned in response to her own questions and felt a warm murmur of approval against her lips as her master kissed her with reverence, seeming to understand the confusion that had rolled through her mind. “Yes, pet. That’s it,” he said gently, his fingers tracing the lines of her mouth. “Simply enjoy the pleasure you bring me by surrendering and embracing my desire to share your wonderful body. You have been my fucktoy in private for a long while now, my dear one. ‘Tis time that I be a little generous with those closest to me and introduce them to the one that has me so captivated, the slut that keeps me so contented.”

There was silence and stillness around her. It was a chance, she knew, that her master gave her to get used to what was happening; a chance to fully comprehend her submission and how much this step meant to him. A chance to feel unbridled pleasure and to experience new measures of his approval and pride. A chance to realize the slut that she feared had always lived inside of her…

“Yes, master.” Her voice was soft and resigned, accepting of her fate. 

Fingers slipped between her thighs then, fondling her smooth folds through the wetness that dripped from within. Fingers found and teased her nipples, tugging once again on the chain that dangled between them. Fingers caressed and slapped her ass cheeks, lightly at first, then harder with each consecutive one. Her body jolted from the increasing pain and quivered from the increasing pleasure of the fingers stroking her drenched puss.

Her master’s hand pet her hair and rubbed the tension from her neck and back. His touch relaxed her as no other could, assured her as nothing else had the hope to do. He was there and he watched and he touched her, reminding her for whom and to whom she gave herself.

She let go of the fear inside her and a small purring moan escaped her lips as the first orgasm of the night quietly shimmered through her body. There was a collective murmur of pleasure in the room and an indescribable emotion settled inside her soul…a strange sort of peace and pride in the humiliation of being displayed and used so.

No sooner had her orgasm calmed than another began building…this time from a cock rubbing its head against her sensitized clit. She moaned, unable to control herself and wiggled her ass, silently seeking more.

“Such a hot little piece,” the man behind her commented, slipping just inside her cunt then pulling out again. Teasing her once, twice, three times. 

She beamed inside at the approval in his voice.

“Yes, she is highly responsive, sensitive to the even the very lightest of touches,” said a male voice as his hair brushed under her chin, his tongue licking softly at one nipple while his fingers flirted with the other.

The tip of another cock drug across her lips and her tongue immediately slipped out to draw it inside the confines of her mouth. She sucked in the head followed inch by inch by a thick shaft. Her reward was a hand fisted in her hair and a grunt of pleasure.

Feminine fingers stroked her tense shoulders and slipped down to stroke the soft vulnerable flesh of her rounded ass. The man whose cock steadily pushed in and pulled out of her puss grabbed hold of her ass and spread her cheeks wide. One of the woman’s fingers slipped in alongside the man’s cock, soaking itself then pulled out and rubbed against her tight rosebud of an asshole. With steady pressure, the finger was pushed in, rotated around, pulled out, then pushed in again, accompanied now by another finger. 

The mouth on her nipple continued to suckle, the fingers continued to toy and fiery tendrils of arousal licked down the insides of her body.

“All holes filled. What a lovely sight. What a lovely slut.”

And she was…lovely. She felt it. She felt beautiful and desired. She felt sexy and proud. She felt whole.

The cock in her mouth was sucked and licked and drawn deeply into her throat. The cock fucking her pussy was relentless in its steady plunging, going deeper it seemed with each renewed stroke. The fingers in her ass never ceased, curling up and rotating, stretching her hole wider. 

And then there were more fingers, this time on her clit…pinching and rubbing, manipulating the hot little button of nerves. It was too much. Sensation gripped her and her hips started to buck, slowly at first, then picking up speed as the insistent digits worked her over harder. She moaned around the cock in her mouth and ravenously ate at the hard shaft, nibbling lightly, licking furiously.

She couldn’t believe her need, her hunger. For this. Slutdom.

“That’s it, sweet slut,” her master said, his voice whispering hotly in her ear. “Come for me. Come for my friends. Come for yourself.”

Her cries were muffled and her body shook uncontrollably as a second orgasm poured from her. 

The man’s fist in her hair pulled tighter and he ground his groin into her face, pouring his seed down her gulping throat with a groan of pure pleasure. She swallowed every drop. The fingers of his other hand stroked her cheeks and the corner of her mouth with tender affection. Moments later he pulled out of her mouth and bent down to softly kiss her lips. “Good girl,” he whispered.

The fucking from behind hadn’t stopped or slowed. The man’s hands dug into her ass cheeks and he grunted, then shuddered, pulling his cock from inside her and hot, slimy sperm shot over her rear and against her slit and the fingers softly rubbing her clit. She moaned from somewhere deep inside as the woman leaned down and licked at the wetness between her soaked thighs while gently pulling her fingers out from inside her ass. 

Her nipples were toyed with once more, the chain tugged on, and then five resounding slaps touched her ass cheeks with heated redness. She licked her lips and moaned as all hands left her.

Her master patted her head, whispering that he would return as soon as he saw their guests out. There was silence once more as they left the room and there was stillness as the door closed behind them. 

Left alone with her thoughts in the aftermath of her first multiple partner experience, a moment of disquiet settled over her. What would he really think of her now? What would happen to them? Were they strong enough to handle it? Was the pleasure she found in it what he’d hoped for? 

Oh, and what pleasure she’d had! The sheer pleasure in surrendering to the desire of her master was beyond compare.

There were so many questions and the answers could only be found in one place…his eyes. They would tell her what she needed to know. 

For now though, she would wait…contented, peaceful, and happy; truly and blissfully happy. A slut. His slut. Bound to him by love and a newfound need that defied description.



Bound



I lie quietly spread-eagle on the bed. A mask covers my eyes keeping my mind in darkness. I feel the gentle pull on my arms and legs. Shifting, I clench my fists and tug, testing the bonds. The silky ropes circle and caress my wrists and ankles yet hold fast. Blinking, I feel my eyelashes brush against the silk of the mask; no trace of light reaches my eyes. I close my eyes listening closely to the other two in the room. I hear them across the room murmuring to each other, the soft tempo of words occasionally interrupted by hungry growls and purrs as they kiss and caress. 

The breeze from the fan flows over my naked skin, swirling over my nipples teasing them into cold little points. Air caresses my parted thighs, my stomach, my breasts, my lips. I shiver in anticipation, thinking wildly. As time ticks on, I listen to the soft moans of my lovers. The pounding of my heartbeat grows louder in my ears, drowning out all sounds in the room, as my breath comes faster in little gasps.

Just as I begin to feel they have left me here alone, a cool hand trails over my cheek. Startled, I tense, pulling again at my bonds, looking around but seeing only darkness. A voice murmurs but my thundering heartbeat and ragged gasps mask the words. I lift my head toward the sound, straining to hear. The hand slids up into the hair at the base of my neck holding fast. "I love you," the words flow in a husky growl into my ear. I shiver, sighing. The hand in my hair gentles and guides my head up to feel his lips capture mine in a deep kiss that sends tingles shooting down my body.

As suddenly as he appeared, he steps back, letting my head fall back against the bed. Feeling bereft, a whimper escapes my lips. Two hands slip into the hair to either side of my face holding me still once again. I hear a purr echoing into my ear and fingers brush over my cheeks. Soft lips brush over mine as she gently deepens it into a tender kiss. I gasp, feeling my lips tremble. Two kisses, both so different but both filled with love and affection. I melt in a feeling of surrender and contentment. Then, she pulls away, leaving me again without touch. I strain, listening hard for some hint. A thousand scenarios run through my mind of what might be to come. I gasp, my thoughts swirling lost within themselves without the anchor of human touch.

At once, four hands rest on my body, sliding over my skin. Two hands cup my breasts, teasing the sensitized tips, rolling them between two fingers. Two hands slip up my exposed thighs, rubbing and teasing. Tingles explode in my body centering under each hand. I moan, rolling from side to side unable to tell one set of hands from the other. A silky curtain of strands falls against my thighs, its softness caresses me in contrast to the soft fingers moving and exploring. Taking a deep breath, I focus on these wonderful sensations flooding through me. As I calm a bit, I can tell the slight differences: one set of hands rougher, larger, his hands teasing and rubbing, the other set softer and smaller, her hands moving in firm caresses adding the silkiness of her hair's tickling motion. 

I feel her tongue lick up my inner thigh; my muscles tense, quivering under her touch. She nibbles gently upward, pausing to explore and to stroke me with her fingers. Cold lips circle my nipple, suckling it hard and I moan out loud, arching my back up to him. I grip the ropes, trying to pulls myself up closer to him, wanting to pull his head down. Instead he moves to the other nipple this time swirling a piece of ice around it. The nipple tightens almost painfully and as he laps at it, I whimper. 

She nibbles further reaching the very top of my thighs. I feel the brush of her legs as she kneels between mine, softly stroking each thigh from the inside of my knee to my hip. I feel tingles flowing along the path of her fingers meeting deep inside me. I know she must be looking at me. I can almost feel the heat of her hungry stare watching me squirm under his lips and under her fingers. My body throbs deep within and I wriggle impatiently.

Hot lips cover my icy nipple; the extreme contrast in temperature coaxes a yelp from my lips. Rough hands tease the other breast fondling and tugging at the hard nipple. Her soft hands slide up to grab my hips as she leans forward letting her hair brush over my stomach. Tensing, I feel the soft almost tickling caress slip down my tummy to swirl over the soft hairless skin of my pussy. 

I freeze for a moment as I feel them both lean toward each other. The whisper of their kiss followed by hungry moans makes me quiver deep inside. In my mind, I can see their lips locked together and their hands moving against each other. I wriggle a little within my bonds, my fingers tingling, aching to stroke over their skin to join in their passion. As he growls, I feel her body sway forward, her thigh shifting and pressing against me sending hot tingles through me. I moan, rubbing slightly against her thigh adding to the quivering inside. I can almost see them as they let their mouths slide apart.

In a moment, his hands and mouth return to my breasts with a hungry growl. He lifts them caressing them all over and nibbling in circles. returning from time to time to nibble at the nipples. My whole body trembles with anticipation.

I wiggle my fingers within the ropes and imagine pulling him up to kiss my lips and tangle them in his hair. She shifts, pressing kisses down my stomach pausing to suck and nibble. As she moves, her breasts brush against the tops of my thighs. The softness of her skin slips over mine contrasted by the hard knobs of her nipples that catch slightly, teasing as they slide. Her moans mingle with his gruffer growls melting my mind.

My body quivers as I feel soft nibbles moving toward the soft skin of my pussy. Her tongue flicks out lightly circling my clit. Sensations flood my body and I squirm against her tongue. His lips capture mine in a hungry kiss muffling my whimpers as soft licks move, teasing the smooth lips with gentle swirls and nibbles. My hips buck, straining at the ankle restraints as her tongue slips inside. He moves away for a moment and I feel his tongue join hers for a moment before moving back up to lick over my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue as he kisses me sending shivers through me. His growls melt me and I quiver against him throbbing, feeling her tongue licking my clit teasingly lapping. His hands slip down teasing my breasts adding to the sensations flooding me. Her mouth hungrily moves against me, licking and sucking as he deepens our kiss. 

I cry out awash with sensation as I come hard against them. I shake feeling her tongue licking against my sensitized skin pressing soft kisses to my trembling clit. He growls against my lips slipping his hands down my body to slip into me. I can feel the subsiding trembles clenching around his finger and I sob softly. Both slip away from me for a moment leaving me shuddering, feeling the breeze teasing my sensitized skin.

He slips between my legs teasing my pussy with the head of his cock, caressing my clit making me tremble. He slides inside, filling me, sending a whole new set of shudders through my body, my muscles clench around him as he slowly presses in deep. I squeeze my thighs, unable to wrap my legs around him tugging at the ropes. He slides in and out slowly teasing every inch of me. I arch my hips up to meet him shivers flooding my body. I tighten inside clutching him deep within me.

She presses her lips to mine gently stroking my tongue with hers drinking in my soft moans. "Let her taste you, " I hear his voice tremble as he moves against me rubbing my clit softly making it throb. She moves away for a second stroking a soft finger over my lips. I feel her straddle my face gently careful not to smother me. I inhale trembling at the musky scent. I move my head side to side to feel her, feeling my nose barely nuzzle her clit. She gasps shifting slightly against me. I can hear his hungry growls at the sight as he moves harder against me. Forced to rely on touch, I lick hesitantly flicking her clit, circling it then suckling hard. I moan against her as he slips in and out keeping up a slow pace. She squirms against my tongue, trembling against me, gripping my wrists for balance, urging me faster.

As he gradually increases his pace, I lick faster sucking feeling her clit swell and throb under my tongue. I buck my hips up to meet him hard, needing his thrusts hard and fast. She moan crying out at she begins throbbing against me. Her smell overwhelms my senses adding to my excitement. My senses feel overloaded as I grind against him feeling his hands rub my clit in time with his strokes. Deep inside I feel myself start to throb. My breath comes in gasps as I try to keep up the gentle stroking of her clit and my heart beats faster. My pussy begins to tremble around him squeezing every time he enters me. I feel him swelling inside as he breaths harshly gripping my hips now, pounding into me. She screams pressing against me as I feel her spasm against my face, her juices coating my tongue. Shuddering, my body explodes in sensation. My pussy clenches around him as I feel him bursting inside me. I sob moaning and shuddering all over tugging hard at the bonds around my wrist and ankles. 

She collapses against the wall slipping off me bringing a rush of fresh air. I gasp feeling my heart still pounding hard. She presses soft little kisses over my face and kisses me deeply. He lays down on me still deep inside the echoes of my orgasm still lingering. Gradually, I feel my mind returning to me. The cool breeze soothes my sweaty skin as he slips off me. They both move away and my limbs are released. My arms and legs lie motionless for a moment my whole body still shuddering. I feel soft kisses on my arms and legs. 

He slips onto the bed next to me and gathers me into his arms. She slips up and wraps her arms around us both pressing kisses first to my face then to his. He rocks me gently murmuring how happy he is and how much he loves me. Her hands slip over my face then softly slip off the blindfold. I blink at the sudden return of light unable to focus, even the dim light comes as a stark contrast to darkness. Gradually my sight returns and I focus on the faces of these two people I love. Their smiles and the sparkling affection in their eyes bathes me in contentment and love. I move back into their arms and we snuggle quietly basking in our contentment. 



Bound



I wrapped my arms around him from behind, and my lips found the nape of his neck. I could feel him shiver slightly as a chill rolled up his spine. He was blindfolded, seated in our computer chair with his hands bound behind his back. He was completely devoid of clothing except the leather collar he wore around his throat.

I walked around him, my foot falls hardly audible on the carpet. I could see him straining for any indication of where I was or what I was going to do to him. We'd played a little like this before, although it always involved the blindfold OR bound arms. Both at the same time was a new precedent. We'd used the collar many times, and he sometimes wore it out in public when he was feeling particularly naughty.

Really, I wasn't trying to be cruel to him, but he needed to be punished. I'd carefully weighed out my options. Denying him sexual pleasure was in the front of my mind initially, but in the end I would've been depriving myself. There was no denying that I was a woman with needs, and there was no denying that he was the man who could fulfill them.

The transgression wasn't nearly as severe as perhaps it seemed at first. I had come home from work early one Saturday which he always had off, and when I got to the door of our bedroom, I heard his voice. At first I thought he might've been on the phone, until I heard him moan as he said, "god, I love your pussy." I threw the door wide, and discovered him with his eyes closed, head back and his cock in hand. He was sitting in the same computer chair I now had him tied to, and on his monitor there was a video of two women who were using vibrators on one another.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked incredulously. He started, his eyes flying open, hand becoming still. He gaped at me, mouth moving, but no sound coming out. I thought for a moment of how he looked a bit like a fish, which would've been amusing except that I had caught him doing the one thing I'd asked him not to while we were in a relationship.

It wasn't that I was opposed to pornography, but I wanted to be the only woman he looked at like that. In order to compromise, we took a lot of naughty pictures of me and him. We'd even taken some video. Our sex life was never boring, and I thought I'd been fulfilling all of his needs up until that day. 

We'd talked about it for awhile afterwards, and he did apologize. It wasn't like he'd cheated on me, but I wasn't sure how I felt about all of it. For a few days I thought about what I wanted to do about the situation. With him sitting in front of me naked now, I'm sure that I made the right decision.

I straddled his lap, and by his sharp intake of breath I was sure he knew I was naked, too. My body pressed against his, hips connected and breasts pressed against his chest. Slowly, I traced patterns on his shoulders with my fingertips as my lips kissed softly along his neck and his cheek. I could feel his hips pushing towards mine, and with every kiss to his neck and cheeks, he'd move his head, his lips seeking purchase.

"Let me touch you," he demanded in an aroused, though rough, tone. I couldn't help but smile to myself. I leaned back a little, my upper body losing contact with his as my hands slid down his chest, making a stop to play with his small nipples.

"No," I said defiantly, "you're being taught a lesson. I might also remind you, love, that you are the one who is wearing the collar today." To emphasize my point I slid my fingers around top edge of the leather collar. "Once you learn your lesson," I began, "you'll be rewarded. Until then, I think you need a little reminder of why you don't need any woman other than me." 

He groaned as I wrapped my fingers around his now very erect cock. I began to stroke him slowly, leaning in, my lips grazing his ear as I whispered, "those girls in that video can't do this to you, can they?" He shook his head 'no', and I smiled. 

"That's right, they can't. They can't do this either, can they?" I asked as I slid off his lap, and between his legs, my mouth engulfing his erection nearly to the base. Immediately I felt his hips move, and I could feel straining against his bonds. I repeated this over and over, my mouth sliding up and down his cock in a smooth rhythm, my tongue flicking over the head to swipe away the precome that was forming there.

"Do you think they'd be as good as me?" I asked in a sweet tone as I momentarily brought my mouth away from him, my hands stroking slowly as I waited for his answer.

His breathing was ragged, and I could tell he was close as he answered. "No one is as good as you, Lis. Please untie me, sweetheart, please. I want to touch you." I considered his plea for a moment, wondering if I should stop his torment. I continued to stroke him as I repositioned myself onto his lap. My hand stopped its movement as I leaned in and pressed my lips firmly against his, my hands sliding up his back and neck to the tie which secured the blind fold. I tugged gently, the knot came loose, and the blindfold fell away as we kissed.

Our kissing stopped for a moment as we stared into one another's eyes, and came to a nonverbal understanding of the situation. "I'm going to untie your hands, but I want to make clear that you're still mine for today," I said as I hooked my finger through the D-ring on the front of the collar, pulling his face to mine so I could kiss him again. He smiled and looked me dead in the eye and said, "I'm yours everyday, with or without the collar."

In spite of myself, I grinned, and kissed him as my hands undid the bonds that were tying his wrists together. He slid his arms around me and pulled me tight to his body as we kissed passionately. He whispered to me to wrap my legs around him and then he stood and carried me over to our bed. As he lay me down he quietly asked, "how may I serve my lady?" 

"I think you know where to start," came my reply as a lascivious grin spread across his face, and his hands slid down my thighs pushing them apart.



Bound



It is late afternoon with the sun creeping across the floorboards, when I hear your key in the door. I walk eagerly towards the open door from the lounge room to the hallway to welcome you.

I am standing in the doorway as you enter the hall .......and hear your low growl for the first time that day. "Tess, stand still and say nothing!" 

Senses alert, I stand where you order. I wait for you......wondering if I have displeased you. I watch just your eyes. Your gaze starts to caress my body from the feet, rising to linger on my mound. Then it moves upwards to lock into my own. Holding me motionless with those eyes, you walk purposefully towards me.

As you step closer I close my eyes and breathe in your scent. You lean forward and kiss me so softly it is like a whisper against my lips. 

My eyes flutter open as I lean forward desperate to kiss you longer, deeper, only to have you step behind me, away from my building need. Your hands move to grasp my arms. You raise one of my hands higher to place my palm on the door frame; the other you bring towards your lips and softly suck my ring finger. Slowly, you move it too until this palm also is resting on the doorframe.

Sliding your hands down to my waist you pull me back, telling me not to let go of the frame.

Your hands warm as they start to caress my belly under my t-shirt. You rub in soft round circles before moving up past my ribs.

You whisper, "Tess, I need to see you!" 

My t-shirt is scraped upwards over my swollen nipples. Cool air dances across them. Then I feel your head lean forward onto my shoulder.

Your hot breath growls against my neck, "These are mine, Tess!" 

Your finger reaches up and plays along the soft edges of my lips. They part and draw your finger inside, sucking softly over it. My tongue swirls desperately to hold you as you pull your finger out. You rub its wetness across my swollen nipple. Your fingers are entranced with my nipples which harden in response. Both hands start to tease, torment and pull at my nipples.

You growl again, "Mine, Tess!"

Gasping from the urgency of my rising desire, I push back aching to feel your hardness press against me from behind. When I realise you have stepped backwards, I start to whimper softly.

Again, you whisper, this time so close I feel the air tease my hair, "No movement girl." Your words stop my whimpering. You push my hips forward again with yours. When you withdraw yours, I am left with a bittersweet feeling of loss.

You reach around pressing your palm close against my skin. I feel my heat merge with yours as your hand slides inside my waistband.

You whisper against my ear, again, "Open your thighs, my girl." 

My body reacts. My thighs part, trembling. 

"Not wide enough, Tess," you growl as your hand moves between my thighs. Your jean-covered knee forces my thighs wider.

I feel my t-shirt high on my chest, feel my nipples aching with your last squeeze, feel my palms flat against the doorframe with my fingers gripping the wood.

When your fingers push against my slit, my knees lose their strength. Your fingers inside my slit support me. Hearing you unzipping me brings back my whimpers. Slowly, you tease the garment down my thighs, rubbing the material across my skin. My moans deepen as you grasp a leg to lift the garment away then release the other leg.

Your hands move back to again press against mine on the door frame. "No movement, my Tess!" Many heartbeats later, this pressure is released from my hands only to be applied to my nipples which are teased with soft long pulls.

These pulls become caresses as you move down my belly. My breathe catches as I feel the hard press of fingers between my thighs. My panties are pushed against my clit, held there for a beat, then released, only to be pushed hard against my clit again.  

My body trembles when I hear an aroused whisper, "Tess, your panties are wet ......" Your thumbs slide under the band and pull them slowly down till they lie on the floor. Fingers reaches around, you part my lips and then pull at my clit. I can no longer control my whimpers. Shudders of desire ripple through my body.

"One day, Tess, I wish to dance with you like this, my hand pressing on MY clit. My fingers will give the only instructions you will receive as to what movement the dance will require, what steps would be needed as I draw you around inside my embrace. 

With your finger held tightly against my clit, I can't help but to start pushing my hips to use your hard finger to fuel my arousal.

Your hand is taken away abruptly. Your hands grab my waist, lifting me into your arms. I am forced harshly across the back of the chair. Pushing my thighs wide apart, you lift my arse higher. 

"Stay still!" you growl at me. I remain passive as your footsteps move around till you are standing in front of me. Holding my gaze you slowly remove your clothes, watching my reaction, until you stand naked.

Your cock, hard and erect, is in your hands. You watch me still. 

A sharp intake of breath leaves my lips as you start to stroke your cock with long, slow strokes. My hands tighten on the sides of the chair. My body start to inch forward. I ache to slide off the chair and kneel before your feet. "Tess! Be still." Groaning, I remain where I am. My eyes are fixed on your strokes, fixed upon the pre cum now glistening on your tip.

"Please," I beg.

"No demands, Tess!" walking behind me, I hear you move pass the small table next to the chair then feeling one of your large hands between my shoulders. Pushing me forward, pressing my head down, until the side of my face rests against the seat of the chair.

"Touch the floor, Tess, with your palms flat." I stretch forward arms now over my head and feel my feet lift from the floor, my buttocks rising higher.

"That's my girl. I wish to view you while I stroke."

A hand slowly pats my cheeks. Instinctively, I push backwards and forwards against your hand, liking the gentleness of the pat. 

Unexpectedly, two hard whacks are delivered, one to each cheek. I gasp loudly, trembling from the suddenness. I feel your body press against my thighs as you lean towards the table. I take advantage of your closeness by pushing back ever so slightly.

"My girl is greedy today," you chuckle an instant before the weight of your body is removed.

A large hand parts my cheeks as you drip the oil taken from the table along my cleft, a rough thumb rubbing the oil in soft circles. I feel the tip of your cock pressed lightly against me. My body stiffens fractionally. The tiniest gasp escapes me. 

One hand presses against the small of my back; the other, an enclosing fist guides your tip between my cheeks.

"I like the sense of forbidden, Tess," you growl. Then your hips press forward. "You will give me all of you, unbound, today."

Trembling with a soft, rising joy, I feel you feed yourself to me, millimetre by millimetre, until I feel stretched open, feel my surrender begin.

You stop, only part-way inside me. "Say it, Tess."

A soft whisper leaves my lips, "Fuck me." 

"Say it louder, Tess!" The rumble of your growl echoes down my spine. 

A desperate "Fuck me!" screams from my lips. 

You feed your cock into me until fully inside I gasp with both pain and pleasure as you rock your thighs hard against me.

I am wanton now as I am used to meet your needs. 

Both hands grasp my waist, pulling me back onto your cock as you thrust faster then pushing me away as you withdraw. 

One hand moves around to my mound. My hand seeks it out, clasps it, brings it to my entrance. I push two of your fingers deep, wanting you to feel the slim slice of flesh between your cock and fingers. 

My moans shake all conscious thought from me as you rock into me. Your fingers slide up onto my clit and push down over it as you feel my first wave shudder through me. Your cock starts to pound even faster as you match my waves. We spasm together in pleasure.

Later, when our breaths have settled a little, you pick me up, still inside, and carry me to the bed where we lie spooned together...



Bound



The set of four black leather cuffs in Jake's hand caught Jessica's eye. They seemed so out of place here in his office at the insurance company they both worked for. 

"And just what do you think you're going to do with those?" she asked, a slight catch in her voice.

"They're part of your Valentine's Day present. One I should have given you a long time ago."

Jessica perked up and then frowned. "I have to work all day and half the night. The new ad campaign is due out Wednesday. Anyway, you're just teasing." 

"We'll just see about that," Jake replied with a hard look.

*****

That had been four days earlier and that hard look of Jake's had kept Jessica on edge. Curiosity about what he had planned and the thought of being tied up with the cuffs fought for her attention. She sat in her office this Valentine's Day morning and rocked her hips from side to side. She could feel the slip and slide of her inner and outer lips as she did.

She was technically his boss and had teased him relentlessly at a business conference. In a moment alone in an elevator he pinned her to the wall, her arms above her head. He hadn't looked as strong as he actually was and Jessica had struggled but to no avail. 

Jake had taken a long lick up the side of her neck and then whispered the threat in her ear. "I'm going to tie you up one day and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you." 

The elevator slowing rapidly made him release her and step back. Jessica was shaken by his roughness and the explosively quick power he had shown. With her high-profile job, she was the one used to having the power. This sudden turn of events had shaken her and made her wonder what it would be like if he carried out that threat.

He never mentioned it again but seeing those cuffs brought that threat back to mind and made it a distinct possibility. With a shiver, she rose from her chair and turned to her favorite window, staring out over the city. Her corner office was one of the perks of the job but it came with a price of time and devotion.

Her private social life was almost non-existent. She seldom dated and rarely slept with any of them when she did. She was at all the right parties and seen with all the right people, but it all felt wrong to her. Most in the office figured she was a social butterfly and she had the world on a string. If only they knew.

Her flaming red hair, heavily tailored suits, and business sense scared the hell out of the other vice presidents in the company but drew approval from those higher up. She was good at what she did and made sure it showed. The VP's considered her the bitch from hell and left her alone. Jessica was only too happy to let them. She got stabbed in the back less that way.

Jake was the exception. He did his job and treated her as an equal but didn't take her attitude. The first few times she had pulled the bitch act on him, he had looked at her sharply and frowned as he ignored it. He never even mentioned it or made reference to it in any way. He wasn't afraid of her or afraid to argue with her if he didn't agree with something she proposed.

Jessica sighed and turned from the window. For those reasons, he became a target of her flirting and teasing. He had flirted and teased back until the incident in the elevator. Afterwards he acted like nothing had happened, which enflamed Jessica's curiosity even more and, if she let herself think about it, her desire to have him.

Giving herself a little shake to snap her mind out of these memories and thoughts, she headed for her private bathroom. She really didn't have to pee but once inside with the door shut, she hiked up her straight skirt and slipped her silk bikini underwear down around her knees. She sat down on the commode and relaxed.

Her panties dropped around her ankles as she spread her knees wide. Well-manicured nails combed teasingly at the small patch of carrot-colored hair on her mound as a shiver ran up her spine. All the memories and thinking had her strung out and horny as hell. Her fingertips just barely grazed the skin of her plump outer lips and she shivered harder. She loved to tease herself, to bring her orgasm close and then let it wait.

She bit her lower lip as she dipped her middle finger between the folds and ran it up and down, feeling how wet and slippery she had become. Her nail flicked her swollen clit once and she moaned deep in her chest. It wouldn't take but a few minutes to come, if she decided to masturbate to a climax.

The ringing phone on her desk made her jerk her hand away from her sex and stand up. She stepped out of the panties and worked the skirt down as she headed off to answer it. She left the panties lying on the floor and grinned in that direction as she picked up the receiver.

"Hello, Jessica Parks," she said in a business like manner.

"Now that you have your panties off, the games can begin," Jake's voice said on the other end of the line.

Jessica gasped loudly and looked around wildly. Not seeing anyone she asked, "How do you know I don't have my panties on?"

"I know everything. I know you're going to go back in your bathroom and take off your bra and then get dressed again."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I'll find someone else to use these cuffs on," Jake said and then hung up.

Jessica felt her thighs tighten up, squeezing her sex as she hung up her phone. How did he know she didn't have her panties on, there wasn't a camera in her bathroom, in her office, yes, but not in there. She was back in the bathroom in a flash, searching the walls and ceilings.

She found nothing but that didn't mean it wasn't there, only that she couldn't find it. She shut the door slowly and then stood there trying to decide whether to do as he said or not. If she did, then she was committing to go along with him. If she didn't, he might do as he said and find someone else to use the cuffs on.

Her mind was at war over what to do as she started to unbutton her jacket. Those cuffs were hers damn it, and she wanted to find out what they were all about. The jacket came off, the blouse came off and then the bra. She dropped it next to the panties and ran her hands over the full globes of her breasts. Her nipples tingled and itched as her palms caressed the hard nubs.

When she pinched and rolled them around with her fingers, her back arched and her head tilted back. Visions of Jake watching her on a monitor flashed before her eyes and she moaned softly. The urge to masturbate was back stronger than ever. 

She squeezed her thighs together and flexed her hips. Oh God that felt so good, she thought. It wouldn't take much for her to get off big time. A loud knocking at her office door jerked her up straight and she scrambled for her blouse. She got it on quickly, buttoned it up, and tucked it in.

She was well aware of her hard nipples rubbing on the silky material as she walked toward the door. She was also aware of the slick slippery feeling between her thighs and along her slit. She hadn't been this turned on since college. Her body was set and primed, so whatever Jake had planned had better live up to expectations or else.

Jake was standing at the door and came in when she opened it. Without a word, he closed the door and sat his briefcase down. He quickly pulled her over to the corner of the room, took her in his arms, and kissed her with a passion that took her breath away. At first, Jessica was frozen in shock and then she melted into the kiss with a whimpering moan.

She was trembling all over by the time Jake's mouth released hers. He leaned his head next to hers and whispered, "Stand right here, and don't move. I have a couple of things to take care of."

Not waiting for an answer, he knelt down and opened the briefcase. He took a spray bottle out and a pair of pliers. He stepped up in a chair, and sprayed liquid at the small camera located high up in the corner near the ceiling. He did something with the pliers and then stepped down.

Quickly he went to Jessica's desk and worked at her computer for a moment. Then he turned and grinned at her. "We're back in the net but completely private now. The lens is fogged and the microphone wire is broken."

"What about the camera in the bathroom," Jessica asked.

"There isn't one, just a little knowledge of female human nature and a tap into the camera in here," Jake admitted. "I saw your panties through the open door."

He got up from the desk and came around toward Jessica. Jessica tried to go past him to get behind her desk but Jake stopped her by pulling her into his arms for another kiss. She didn't freeze for nearly as long this time and surrendered even more, grinding her hips against him in the heat of the moment. She was fast losing control and that thought scared her a little.

Jake suddenly broke the kiss and asked, "Are you ready to go to lunch?"

"Are you asking me to lunch?" Jessica asked, trying to regain some control.

"I thought I just did." 

Jessica looked at Jake for a quick second. Something seemed different about him. "Let me get my jacket." 

"You don't need it, now turn around and bend over the desk." 

All sorts of naughty thoughts raced through Jessica's mind as she asked, "Why?"

"I have something special for you to wear on this special day. Something the likes of which you've never even seen much less worn." 

Jake reached in his pocket and took something out. He held his hand out toward Jessica and slowly opened his fingers. There was a gold colored spike looking thing in his hand about four inches long and an inch around. The larger end tapered quickly down and then there was an even larger red heart shaped button on the end.

"What is it?" Jessica asked.

"Turn around, bend over, hike up your skirt, and I'll show you," was his reply.

Jessica hesitated and when she did, Jake said loudly and forcefully, "Turn around and bend over! I won't tell you again."

With a jerk of shock, Jessica turned slowly and bent over placing her hands on her desk. "On your elbows and spread your feet farther apart," Jake ordered.

Jessica was even more shocked to realize that that was exactly what they were. He was ordering her and she was obeying. She was on her elbows and had her feet as wide apart as the skirt allowed before she even knew it.

His hands slid up along her outer thighs and lifted the skirt up above her ass, the cool of the office air conditioning and the fact that she was naked in front of this man made her tremble and shiver. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this and getting even more turned on by it.

"Spread your feet wider." 

With a whimper, Jessica complied. 

Jake's hands rubbing and massaging her ass cheeks made her whimper even louder. When she did, one hand went to her tailbone and massaged her there as the other dropped down to explore her pussy. Jessica came up on her toes with a loud yelp of surprise. 

The hand left her sex and landed with a stinging slap on her ass. When she made the same sound as before, the hand landed on the other cheek just a sharply. Jessica bit off a cry and stood still. 

"That's better. You can't be making loud noises or jumping around anytime someone touches your pussy. Now relax while I get this butt plug in place."

The words "butt plug" drifted around in Jessica's mind for a moment before they took on any meaning. When they did, she started to straighten up but a solid slap on her ass made her freeze. One on the other cheek made her bend back over. She moaned loudly as the hand continued to spank one cheek and then the other for another four strokes.

Then the hand was caressing and rubbing at her stinging butt. She could feel the heat and stinging muted somewhat into a burning itch. Jessica hadn't been spanked even as a child so this was all new and exciting for her. She was off balance by his forcefulness and the spanking.

"You keep it up and you're going to be standing throughout lunch," Jake told her, still caressing her ass.

A moment later his hand disappeared and then there was something small rubbing along her slit and dipping into her pussy. "I need to get this slippery," Jake, told her as he pushed the metal butt plug into her vagina. It felt heavy as he left it there a second or two.

It left her vagina and a second later the end touched her anus. Jessica jerked and gasped loudly as she realized that he really meant to shove that thing up her ass. It disappeared and the hand landed on her ass solidly.

"One more time and I'm going to turn you across my knees and give you a spanking like you'll never forget," Jake said softly with iron underneath.

Jessica believed him and relaxed back down on her elbows. The plug returned to her vagina for a second and then touched her asshole. She steeled herself not to move and then moaned long and loud as he worked the plug into her ass. Once it was in place he rubbed and caressed her ass for a minute or so.

He knelt down behind her and kissed each ass cheek in turn before whispering, "You have one of the most beautiful asses I've ever seen and now with that red heart planted in the very center it is even more spectacular."

Jessica loved the feel of a finger in her ass during sex but this was outrageous. To be totally exposed to Jake, draped across her desk, spanked and then that thing shoved up her ass. It was all too much. Her redheaded temper was trying to kick in and the only thing stopping it was the threat of the spanking.

Jake stood up and said, "Stand up and straighten your skirt, it's time to go to lunch. I have a limousine waiting downstairs and it will leave when I get in. It won't wait more than a few seconds if you are late."

Jessica straightened up cautiously and was about to turn around when she heard the door open. She yanked her skirt down in a panic and hastily straightened it. When she looked up, Jake was headed off down the hall with his briefcase in his hand.

She wanted her jacket but he was halfway to the elevators. She took a hasty long stride, then stumbled, and nearly fell as the plug in her ass moved and wiggled. Her eyes were wide and her mouth open in a soundless O as she hurried to catch up. The heavy weight of the plug and the movement had her mind focused on her ass like never before.

The hall was enough distance for Jessica to recover her composure somewhat before it opened out into the main room of the office. She was still very much aware of the plug and the jolts of pleasure shooting out from it to pool in her sex. She walked with her shoulders back and medium steps.

Her nipples were tingling and itching from rubbing on the blouse and she just knew that everyone in the room was looking at her. They weren't of course but she felt so exposed, like everyone knew about the butt plug and that she didn't have her panties or bra on. 

The doors of the elevator opened as she caught up. Jake moved to the back and leaned on the wall. She stood beside him. No one was on board but they both knew it would be full by the time they reached the ground, packed like a sardine can.

Jessica was well aware of Jake's hand on her ass. The tingling itch from the spanking was more pronounced as he caressed her through the rough material of the skirt. He patted her low on her ass, down very near to that plug that was so much on her mind. 

"How does that feel?" he asked softly.

"Interesting," she whispered shakily.

He grinned at her and patted her ass harder. "I'm glad you like it and just for your information and contemplation, when I pull it out, I'm going to replace it with my dick and fuck you long, hard, and deep."

Jessica stiffened sharply and then moaned as the plug shifted its heavy weight. Before she could figure out what to do or say, the elevator doors opened and the first load of people got on. Jake continued to play with her ass, even to the point of slipping his hand up under the skirt and rubbing a fingertip over the butt plug. 

There wasn't much of a chance of anyone noticing with the packed house but the thrill of being played with in public had Jessica on a boil by the time they reached the ground level. Her legs were shaky and her knees weak as they crossed the lobby. Once out front, the steps down to the street became a new thrill.

She would step down and the plug would wiggle and shoot a jolt straight to her pussy. Step, wiggle, jolt, step, wiggle, jolt, it went on and on. By the time they reached street level and Jake opened the limo door, Jessica was holding onto his arm and shaking. He helped her into the limo and then grinned as she sat down hard. 

Jessica went off like a bomb, withering, and moaning loudly, oblivious to everything around her. Her hands came up to caress her breasts through the silk blouse as her thighs tensed and relaxed. Her hips were flexing back and forth, which moved the butt plug around in her sensitive ass. This just fed her orgasm.

Jake was well aware of the driver watching Jessica in his mirror as he waited for her to calm down. The grin on the driver's face said it all and pretty much matched the one on his own face. Strong, powerful Jessica was having a barnburner of an orgasm right in front of everybody and totally didn't care.

When Jessica stopped moving so much, Jake told the driver, "To the restaurant, James."

"Yes, sir," was his reply and then the car moved smoothly away from the curb.

Jake looked over at Jessica and smiled. Her eyes were locked on the rearview mirror and they were wide with panic as she finally realized that the driver had watched her have that mind-numbing orgasm. When Jake patted her on the thigh, her head snapped around toward him and anger was written all over her pretty face.

"I can still spank you and I will, right here in this car. I'll hike that skirt up and blister your bare ass while the driver watches," he threatened. "I'll even turn so he gets a good look at that red heart sticking out of your ass."

A mixture of fear and embarrassment instantly replaced the anger as Jessica dropped her eyes and shivered. She had been tempted to go off on him and call his bluff but she knew deep down inside that he wasn't bluffing. The thought of him spanking her in front of the driver, her bare ass sticking up as he did, had her pussy twitching and itchy.

"Now sit back and relax, it's about ten minutes to the restaurant."

Jake's left hand caressed Jessica's inner thigh as they started across town. It ran from her knee to as far up toward her pussy as the tight skirt would allow. When he would twist his wrist at the top of the caress, his fingertips were just a fraction of an inch from her outer lips. They were maddening close but too far away.

Jessica wanted to slip farther down in the seat and to spread her legs but the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror reminded her that he would see her if she did. The thought of him seeing her pussy and seeing Jake caress it made her moan softly and flex her hips. When she did, Jake's fingertips barely brushed the skin on her sex. 

She inhaled sharply as her knees moved apart before she could think about it. The next caress of Jake's hand brought his fingertips in direct contact with her sex. Jessica shivered hard and opened her legs wider as a finger traced up along her slit. Her hips jerked as it bumped against her clit.

They stopped at a light and the driver's eyes were staring at her in the mirror. Jessica gave out with a whimpering moan and started to close her legs but Jake's fingertip flicked her clit again and she froze, her eyes closing as the jolt of pleasure hit her. He flicked her clit again and then rolled it around. Jessica felt her hips flex up and press her clit tighter to him.

As they pulled away from the light, Jake leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You like him looking at your wet pussy as I play with it, don't you?"




Bound



Jessica nodded slowly, not trusting herself not to scream if she said anything. His finger was rolling her clit from side to side and little shocks of pleasure were flashing along her nervous system. She was quickly approaching another climax.

At the next light, Jake moved his left hand away from her sex and turned so his right hand could slip between her thighs. As the hand went deeper between her legs, it was low down along the bottom of her thighs. Jessica rolled her hips up and a single finger speared straight into her hot, slippery opening. 

Jessica gasped loudly, opening her eyes as the finger entered her vagina and she moaned long and loud as the palm cupped her sex. Jake rocked his hand, the palm rubbing her clit and the finger moving in and out of her sex. Jessica's hands were back on her breasts before she realized it. Her eyes locked with the driver's in the mirror.

The very idea of riding around the city with her legs spread wide, Jake's finger in her pussy, and the driver watching it all was just unbelievable. If someone had told her such a thing anytime before today, she would have laughed and called them crazy. The reality, however, was something else altogether. 

Crazy, yes, but she was about to explode with the biggest orgasm of her life. The earlier one, brought on by the butt plug, would pale in comparison and it had been a beauty. She could not believe that this was really happening and that she was actually enjoying and helping it along. Her hips lifted higher and she moaned deep in her chest.

As the limousine started to move again, Jessica felt her hips moving in counterpoint to the finger in her sex. Jake's hand disappeared for a second and when it returned, two fingers speared into her. Jessica yelled loudly and came with a rush and a small gush, her hips jerking and hunching wildly on the two fingers.

*****

When the world started to have some meaning for Jessica other than flashing lights and racing pleasure, the car was parked on the side of the street. Jake still had two fingers buried in her pussy but they were still and he was kissing her softly on the lips. Jessica's hands were still cupping her breasts and slowly massaging the firm globes.

Jake broke the kiss and sat back. The driver was turned sideways in his seat and staring at Jessica, his eyes moving up and down over her hands and Jake's and then back up to her face. Jessica moaned loudly and then whimpered softly as a shiver ran up and down her body.

She felt Jake's hand move and she moaned as his fingers pulled out of her pussy. He held the wet shiny fingers up in front of her face and whispered, "You made one hell of a mess."

Jessica tried to stifle a giggle but didn't quite succeed. "Oh, you think that's funny, do you? Then maybe you should clean these fingers up before I spank your ass," Jake said sharply.

His two fingers moved to rub the slippery juices on them over her lips. Jessica opened her mouth to protest but found that impossible as Jake jammed the fingers in her mouth and said, "Suck, bitch, suck them clean."

Jessica froze and then Jake's other hand closed on her right breast and squeezed it tightly, painfully so. Jessica gave out with a muffled yell and tried to turn her head away.

Jake rammed the fingers deeper in her mouth, gave her breast a slight twist, and said, "Suck my fingers, bitch. You made this mess and you're going to clean it up."

The shock and pain had Jessica sucking on his fingers instantly. He relaxed his grip on her breast and then caressed it as she sucked and licked his fingers. The grin on the driver's face made her whimper and then groan softly as he watched her sucking her own juices off Jake's fingers. She felt embarrassed at him watching but somehow it seemed to turn her on wildly.

After a couple of minutes, Jake pulled his fingers out of her mouth and looked at the driver. "Hand me a couple of those handy wipes you keep up there." 

"Yes, sir," the driver said, still grinning as he turned to get them.

When he handed them to Jake, Jake passed one to Jessica and told her, "Here, clean yourself up, that is unless you want Jackson here to lick you clean. He has a big strong tongue and loves to eat pussy, ain't that right, Jackson?"

"Yes, sir, you better believe that's right. Although, if I came home with the smell of a white woman's pussy on my breath, my old lady would kill me deader than a knob."

Jake laughed and told Jessica, "Then you'd better do it, we wouldn't want Jackson's death on our conscious, would we?"

Jessica took the moist paper towel and lifted her hips. She was acutely aware of both men's eyes on her sex as she cleaned herself up. It both scared and excited her at the same time. She found herself doing it slowly and showing herself off even more as she did. She even lifted her hips higher and wiped around the heart shaped button of the butt plug.

"Damn!" Jackson whispered as she did. "I ain't ever seen nothing like that before."

"You should get your wife one for Valentine's Day," Jake said with a grin.

"Getting her one would be one thing but even suggesting where to put it would get me killed, so no thanks," Jackson said seriously.

"So she wouldn't like it, huh?" 

"No, sir, she surely wouldn't. I'd love it but she wouldn't stand for me even asking. Her ideas on sex are pretty vanilla if you know what I mean. Missionary mostly and maybe a little doggy if she gets to lit on Saturday night but that's about it," Jackson explained.

"Maybe you need to get a little forceful with her, show her whose boss," Jake said with a grin, his eyes on Jessica's.

"She's a good Christian woman but if I was to throw my weight around, she'd make a bowtie out of my balls. She's loving but she's mean when she's crossed. I think I'll just take what I get and call myself lucky," Jackson replied with a chuckle.

"Probably a good idea in that case," Jake said. 

Jessica had lowered her hips back to the seat and closed her legs. She dropped the towel in the trash and started to pull her skirt down. Jake caught her wrist and shook his head. "Leave it there and open your legs back up, I like to look at that red patch of hair and your pretty pussy."

Slowly, Jessica spread her legs and then shivered as Jackson licked his lips. Jake was right -- Jackson's tongue was long, thick, and looked strong as hell. A mental picture of it buried in her pussy and his wide nose rubbing her clit made Jessica whimper softly and then moan. 

Jake grinned at her and then said to Jackson, "I guess we can go on now."

"Yes, sir," Jackson replied as he turned and started the car.

Jake leaned over and asked Jessica in a whisper, "You were thinking about him eating your sweet, little pussy, weren't you?"

Jessica nodded and then blushed a scarlet red. 

"You're getting to be quite the little slut, aren't you?"

Jessica's eyes got wide as she drew a sharp breath. "I am not!" she said louder than she meant to.

Jake just grinned, dropped his left hand down to caress, and pet her pussy as they drove on to the restaurant. 

*****

The meal gave Jessica time to think and by the end of it, she was ready to grab a cab and get the hell away from Jake. Her mind had been in a daze ever since he came into her office and kissed her and her body a whirlwind of desire ever since. 

It had been exciting and fun even if it was embarrassing but it was now time to call a halt. His words about her being a slut kept floating around in her head. She didn't see herself that way and the comment ticked her off to no end.

The limousine was waiting when they came out of the restaurant. Jessica started to turn aside but Jake's hand on her elbow pulled her back, his thumb biting into the nerve above the joint. With a gasp at the pain, she followed him to the car and got in. 

"Fun is fun but I've had enough," Jessica said as the car pulled away.

Jake opened his brief case and popped a small video camera out of a bracket. His hands worked the buttons and dials for a second and then he turned the tiny view screen toward her. Jessica felt the blood leave her face as she saw herself bent over the desk in her office, her bare ass pointed straight at the camera.

"The fun is only beginning," Jake whispered and turned the camera off. 

"There's also the camera up there if this isn't enough," he added, pointing at the corner of the roof where it met the driver's compartment. An identical camera to the one he held was mounted to a small shelf.

Jessica sat there in shock as he pulled the four black cuffs out of his briefcase. She gave a sharp jerk as he dropped them in her lap. "Time for you to put these on," he said softly but there was a hint of iron underneath.

Jessica's hands shook as she picked up the cuffs. "I don't want to," she heard herself whisper in a shaky voice but a shiver ran up and down her spine all the same.

"Oh yes, you do, that is if you want to keep me from e-mailing our little home movies to the office and to your parents and sister. Blackmail is messy but very efficient, don't you think?"

"You wouldn't!" 

"Try me and find out," Jake said menacingly.

Jessica stared at Jake with her mouth open. She couldn't believe any of this about the cameras. He had her trapped; she knew he wouldn't think twice about sending the movies out. It was do as he said, or be fired from her job and shunned by her family. 

She took one last shuddering, shivering breath and started putting the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. "Good girl," Jake told her. She didn't dare look at him; she would burst out crying if he was smiling.

*****

Jessica had the cuffs on and Jake had clipped the ones on her ankles to two hooks at the base of the seat. Her legs were spread wider than before and her skirt was up around her waist. The ones on her wrists were clipped to hooks in the roof behind her head and to each side. She was totally restrained and helpless.

As Jake unbuttoned her blouse, he said, "I was going to take you back to the office and have my way with you. I was going to strap you to your office chair, gag and blindfold you, and fuck the ever-loving shit out of you. That is after I spend the afternoon taunting and teasing you to tons of mind-blowing orgasms."

He caressed her breasts and leaned over to lick and then suck on her nipples. Jessica tried to ignore what he was doing but her body betrayed her as her nipples hardened. Then she moaned softly as his hot mouth and nimble tongue did wonderful things to her. 

By the time he sat back, she was moaning almost continuously and breathing raggedly. His mouth and tongue, her body all spread out and tied down, the driver's eyes in the mirror, the movies, and the fact that he was still filming. The whole situation conspired to build her passion quickly to heights she didn't want to think about. She was on the ragged edge of another orgasm. 

It wouldn't take but a touch to set her off. The funny thing was that she wanted that touch; she wanted it more at that moment than anything else in her life. She loathed herself for admitting it but it was true and there was nothing she could do about it.

Jake took out his cell phone and dialed. "It'll be your secretary, you ate bad sushi, and you'll be out for the afternoon," he said as he held the phone up to her ear.

Claire, her secretary answered and said, "Good afternoon, Ms. Parks office."

"Claire, it's me, I need for you to cancel my afternoon and evening matters. I'm not feeling well."

As Jessica finished speaking, Jake's fingertip flicked her nipple back and forth sharply. Jessica made a gasping sound as Claire asked, "Was it something you had for lunch?"

"Most likely," Jessica said and then made a sobbing, moaning sound as Jake pinched and rolled the nipple hard.

"You go on home, Ms. Parks, I'll take care of everything and if you're not feeling better, give me a call later and I'll take care of things in the morning," Claire said, concern heavy in her voice.

"I'll do that and thank you, Claire," Jessica got out before she moaned loudly and Jake closed the phone. 

His fingers rolling her clit around had been the last straw and Jessica's body was racked by an orgasm unlike any she'd had before today's experience. Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over and through her, as her hips bucked and jerked against his fingers.

Her body strained against the bindings on her arms and legs, her head was thrown back, and she shook it at the intensity and power of the climax. Her mind lost track of time as the rockets and fireworks continues to go off behind her eyes.

***** 

Jake was sitting back from her and they were once again parked as time resumed once again for Jessica. Jackson was facing sideways and his eyes were drinking in her completely exposed body. A look of lust and appreciation were mixed on his face and he would lick his lips from time to time. His look thrilled Jessica and made her whimper. 

"Welcome back," Jake said grinning. "Isn't it nice to have the afternoon off, even if you had to play sick to get it. I wonder what we should do. Is there anything special that comes to your mind?"

Jessica's eyes flicked back and forth between the two men for a moment and then she shook her head. She wanted to yell for both of them to fuck her but she didn't dare. That would make her sound like the slut that Jake had earlier accused her of being.

With a soft sigh, Jake said, "Well, let's see. We could spend the afternoon teasing and pleasing you here in the car or we could go to Central Park. I know a nice little out of the way spot that has these two trees that are perfect for hanging around between." 

He paused to brush his hand over her nipples. "The air outside is probably a little cool for these to be on display so why be there, if you can't. It would be fun though, to see how you would react to being blindfolded and spread-eagled naked between those trees. There are some real characters floating around in that park."

Dipping his head, Jake sucked on her right nipple and then nipped it a couple of times lightly. Jessica whimpered softly and then gasped as his teeth closed on her nipple. It hurt a little but the pleasure shot straight to her pussy.

When he raised his head he went on, "You would never know who was touching you, fondling your breasts or pussy, or who was licking your pussy or fucking it for that matter. It might be some homeless guy or a banker out for a walk, or even a gang of hoods looking for a quick score."

He ran his hands over her breasts roughly and then squeezed each one hard and sharp. He gripped a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and then rolled it back and forth varying the pressure from light to very firm as he did. 

Jessica gasped loudly as he squeezed a little too firmly and then moaned as he slacked off just a little. Pain and pleasure her mind supplied. They were so close to each other. It hurts so good, it was so good it hurts. Both led to the same place, she realized.

"Yeah, that sounds good, four young studs, full of cum and horny as hell. What would they do if they found a pretty, naked lady tied to a couple of trees? Feel her up, suck on her tits, and finger her pussy at the very least. Four mouths, eight hands, they could and would be everywhere at once."

Jake paused and rolled the nipple sharply. Jessica shuddered and moaned loudly. "Do you think you would like that?" he asked as he leaned in and licked her neck and then kissed it.

"No, I.... No!" Jessica whispered loudly but her body arched up as Jake rolled the nipple. She whimpered softly as he kissed and nibbled on her neck. She was pulling against the restraints, her muscles tight and burning slightly in places, her shoulders, and thighs most notabley.

"Oh, yes, you would," Jake said as he continued to kiss the tight muscles of her neck and shoulder.

A shiver run up and down Jessica's body as Jake sat back, releasing her nipple. "We will have to save that for a hot summer afternoon. As for this afternoon, we could go to your apartment or mine. That would take some time redressing you, removing the cuffs, which I have no intention of doing, and getting past the doorman. Anyway, it would be too long of a time to let you relax."

Jake turned to Jackson and said, "In which case I have the perfect place in mind." He gave Jackson an address.

As the limousine pulled away from the curb, Jake turned and slipped off the seat to kneel between Jessica's wide spread legs. His hands fondled her thighs and hips for a moment and then caressed her inner thighs lightly. When his fingertips brushed her sex, she lifted her hips and moaned softly.

"Jackson's going to have fun cleaning this seat," he said with a chuckle as he bent over closer to her bare sex. 

The shockingly red of her bush contrasted highly with the milky whiteness of her skin. Her outer lips were open and the inner ones a bright, shiny, coral color. Her slit glistened with her moisture and her clit was dark and standing tall at the top. Jake took a deep breath through his nose, inhaling her earthy, sweet scent.

"Damn, that smells good enough to eat," he whispered and he took another whiff. 

Looking up at Jessica's face, he said, "We have enough time and I think you'll need it. It'll take the edge off until when we get to the club."

Jessica's foggy brain took in the word "club" and was processing it as Jake unclipped her left ankle. She was still somewhat lost in the fantasy about the four guys, the park, and the remark about a hot summer day later on. 

When he lifted her foot nearly to the roof, she slid down in the seat. Her arms were tight above her and her ass was on the edge of the seat. She felt how slippery the seat was and Jake's comment on Jackson cleaning it made more sense.

Jake clipped Jessica's ankle cuff to the grab handle above the door. Her knee was only slightly bent. Her other knee had been forced outward as she slipped forward. Her sex was now even more on display than before, even the heart-shaped head of the butt plug was visible. 

She saw Jackson adjust his rearview mirror and moaned softly. She knew his eyes were now feasting on her openly exposed wetness. She wondered if he was licking his lips and then she jerked and yelled as a hot tongue made a swipe from the butt plug to her clit. She almost came right then and there.

Jake had seen Jessica was distracted and had given her a quick, full lick. Her reaction was as expected and he smiled as he sat back and waited for her to calm down and relax again. When she did, he used the tip of his tongue to tease her opening and to spread out the thin inner lips.

When his tongue touched her wet opening, she would gasp and when his tongue returned to the inner lips, she would whimper softly. He knew if he touched her clit or rammed his tongue home, deep inside her juicy sex, she would explode. He wasn't ready for her to do that just yet. He wanted her orgasm to build until she couldn't stand it any longer, that getting off was the only thing that mattered to her.

He took his time, licking around her opening, sucking on the delicious inner lips, even dipping down to lick around the heart sticking out of her ass. Each time she got to the point of coming, he would raise his head and wait. Her hips would jerk and she would make loud, impatient, whining noises.

The fourth time he went down on her, he drove his tongue deep inside and wiggled it wildly. At the same time, he had worked his fingertips under the heart's edge, pulled the plug out enough to grasp it, and fucked her ass with it. 

To say she came unglued is an understatement. She went berserk. Her hips were thrashing around and she was yelling incoherently. She was shaking her head back and forth violently. 

Jake had seen plenty of women come but this took the cake. She had all of her body up in the air except for maybe one shoulder and her right foot. She was hunching her sex against his face and the butt plug like a maniac. He was afraid she was going to hurt herself.




Bound



When he lifted his head away from her sex, she yelled, "No!" and thrashed around even wilder than before.

He grabbed her hips from underneath and dove in to suck on her clit. She screamed sharply and then settled down to just hunching her hips. Her hips would shake and shiver each time his tongue touched her clit. She was still coming like there was no tomorrow. 

Finally, when her hips were down to a quiver, he raised his head and released his grip. Her ass slowly settled back to the edge of the seat and when it did, she relaxed and sighed deeply. Her eyes were shut tightly and she was breathing rapidly with a big smile on her face.

*****

Jackson pulled the limousine to a stop in the alley and shut off the motor. When he turned in the seat, Jake handed him some rolled up bills. Without looking at them, Jackson stuck them in his top pocket and nodded.

"If you can pick us up when I call later this evening, I'll double that," Jake told him.

"I'll take the car home with me so it won't be a problem but it might take me an hour or so," Jackson replied.

"No problem. I'll keep that in mind when I call," Jake said as he turned in the seat and took something out of his briefcase.

Turning to Jessica, he snapped a narrow chrome collar around her neck. To the ring on the front of it he attached a silver leash. "Now, you are ready to make your debut," he whispered softly with a smile.

Jessica shivered and whimpered softly. She was totally nude except for her cuffs, heels, and dark thigh high stockings. Her clothes were in Jake's briefcase. He had made her undress completely after he released her earlier. She had still been groggy and disoriented from her orgasm. 

Now, she told him he was crazy if he thought she would get out of the car dressed this way. He reminded her of the cameras and put the one from the car in his briefcase as well. Jessica shivered at the thought of what was on that tape. 

She didn't remember all of that last orgasm but she knew she had been totally out of control and ready and willing for anything and everything. Jake had played her body like musician played a delicate instrument. He had rung her out.

He told her not to worry, that she was dressed perfectly for this club and that it was very discreet. It was also a very, very exclusive, members only club so everyone there would be into the same things they were. After that, he helped her clean herself up and allowed her to redo her makeup and hair.

Now she was trembling as he got out of the car and gave the leash a gentle tug. With a quick last look at Jackson, she slid across the seat and slowly exited the car. The air was cold on her naked body and her nipples hardened to the point they hurt. 

Jake used a keycard on a plain metal door and then opened it. Warm air wafted out of the dim hallway inside. Jake closed the car door and stepped inside the entrance. Jessica remained where she was. Jake had told her to only move when he tugged on the leash, that the leash was her guide as what to do and when. 

She wanted to run inside badly and when the car pulled away, she almost panicked. Here she was naked, standing in an alley in the middle of downtown where anyone passing by could see her. She shivered from more than the cold as heat flashed into her sex.  

Jake gave a tug on the leash; she walked the few feet to the door, and stepped inside, her heart pounding with fear and excitement. Jake closed the door, stepped behind her, and clipped the wrist cuffs together. With that done, he headed off down the hall and she followed keeping a little slack in the leash.

They came to a window and Jake knocked. When it opened, Jake passed over her purse and his briefcase. The guy took the items and handed Jake a stub along with a clipboard. Jake handed him a credit card as he signed the sheet of paper on the clipboard. 

Extending it out to Jessica he said, "Here, sign this." And then he laughed and added, "Oh yeah, you can't can you. I'll sign for you."

He wrote for a moment and then held it up for her to read. It had his name and the word "member" after it and then it had her name with the word "slut" printed after it.

She gave a loud gasp and started to say something but Jake cut her off. "That is your official title and don't forget it. I am your master and you are my pet," he said softly but with an iron edge to his voice. 

"And while I'm at it, remember, you can get spanked anytime and anyplace in here. I am the master and you are the submissive, that's another thing for you to remember. I won't abide an unruly sub."

Jessica was stunned. She had heard these words and basically knew what they meant but they didn't apply to her. She was her own person and nobody's slave. "I'm not your slave!" she hissed at him in a harsh voice.

Jake's hand blurred as he caught the leash up short by her neck. He pulled her toward him until her face was only inches from his. "I said nothing about a slave. You are a submissive. You love taking orders and directions and giving yourself up to me and my pleasure for your own pleasure."

He kissed her lightly on the lips and dropped the loop of the leash. As he turned to sign the credit card form, Jessica's mind flashed back to the first of the day and it ran like wildfire as she reviewed it based on what he just said. 

She was startled to find he was right, that she had given all control over to him. Sure, she had tried from time to time to break away, and, yes, he had blackmailed her, but even so.... Her mind shied away from the thought that she had gone along with everything and that she had liked all of it. 

In fact, she liked it more than anything that. It explained a lot about herself that she never fully understood. She was aggressive and forceful at work but passive in bed. She had always thought she was weird in that respect. The thought that she was submissive by nature was unsettling though.

A tug on the leash snapped her away from things she didn't really want to admit and she followed Jake through a second door and into the dimly lit club. 

*****

It wasn't a big place and it wasn't crowded. There was a small bar in the far right hand corner and a small dance floor on the left wall. Open fronted U-shaped booths with low tables lined the walls and the center of the room was dominated by a raised round platform. The platform slowly turned. There was equipment and such, the likes of which Jessica had never seen in real life.

All of the women were naked except for a woman in leather pants and an open leather jacket. She had on a see-through blouse under the jacket. What had caught Jessica's eye were the two naked young men sitting one on each side of her. Both were beautiful, with sculptured muscles and hard dicks standing up against their bellies.

A tug on Jessica's leash drew her attention back to Jake. He was smiling at her. "I see you've notice our hostess. I'll have to introduce you later; she likes women almost as much as she likes her boy toys. Just be careful, she'd eat you up in a heartbeat. Unless you'd like that, of course."

Jessica shivered at the thought as her eyes returned to the lady in leather. She was quite beautiful and her body was stunning. The leather pants seemed to be spray-painted on, molding and highlight her thighs and calves more than just covering them. The gauzy top under the jacket showcased her large firm breasts.

Jake chuckled as Jessica licked her lips unconsciously and gave the leash a gentle tug as he headed for the center of the room and the raised platform. He took a seat on a wide padded bench and pulled on the leash until Jessica was kneeling on the softly carpeted floor at his knee. He took a moment to unclip her cuffs and then had her sit down to curl her feet up next to her beautiful ass and to drape one arm over his thigh near his knee. 

"This is your position when we are together. It is the basic position you will get in unless told otherwise. You may touch my leg only. Do not touch yourself at all. That is, unless I tell you to do so and then you will do exactly as I say and when I say."

Jessica saw that the other couples on the stage were seated the same way. "Are they all masters and subs?" she asked in a shy whisper and then wondered why she was feeling that way.

"Yes, they are. Even out host and her two boy toys. You may look around discreetly but no staring, it's even ruder here than it normally is, especially for a sub. A master or mistress on the other hand is free to look as he or she may. Although staring at another master can be dangerous unless he or she are showing off they're prized possession or invite it."

A naked waitress in a French maid's cap arrived to take their drink order. She was short and cute, a cascade of long, blonde hair only allowed brief glimpses of her pert breasts. Her sex was only inches away from Jessica's eyes. Jessica could see the dusting of fine, blonde hair covering it. She licked her lips again and never realized it.

Jake gave the waitress the order and as she left, he whispered to Jessica, "If you keep looking at women, and licking your lips, someone is gong to take you up on your offer."

Jessica's eyes had been on the blonde's ass as she walked away. Her head snapped around to Jake and she protested, "I've never.... I couldn't.... I wouldn't.... I...." The grin on Jake's face made her drop her eyes. She was protesting too much, she realized.

"You'd be surprised what you could and would do under certain circumstances. As for never, I believe that, but you've thought about it, haven't you?"

Jessica nodded slowly and then whispered, "I did once in college but was scared to death by it. Being branded a lesbian wouldn't have been fun and anyway, I was drunk and horny as hell. So was she for that matter. I don't know if she even remembered it later when she sobered up."

"She remembered, believe me, especially if she started it. She probably wasn't as drunk as she seemed to be. You were a freshman, if I don't miss my guess and if you were, you were had in more ways than one."

"I was a freshman alright and you're probably right about being used. I got approached by at least a dozen other girls over the next few weeks. I turned down all of them of course but...." Jessica paused for a second and then added, "There were a couple that I later regretted turning down. I even still fantasize about one of them."

Jake's hand caressed her hair and then rubbed her neck. "If you ever see anyone who reminds you of her, point her out, and I'll see what I can arrange with her master," he said to gauge her reaction.

Jessica wondered if she could or would if presented with the situation. Jake's hand moved off her shoulder and down across her upper chest to cup and gently squeeze her left breast. She bit her lip and looked around to see if anyone was watching. 

A sub across the room quickly turned her head and whispered to her master. Jessica moaned when he glanced her way and watched Jake caressing her breast. Her shoulders went back as she pressed the breast forward. She felt a surge in her pussy as she covertly watched the couple looking at her. 

"Is your pussy getting wet?" Jake asked her softly.

Jessica tilted her head back a little and then nodded. "I like being watched. Jackson's eyes were driving me crazy in the car. Now these strangers are watching and it excites me in a strange way."

"You are an exhibitionist in that case. I had always thought you might be from the way you dressed all slick and tailored but always completely covered. They are usually the ones that want to show it all off but are afraid to. They fear rejection or ridicule more than public outrage. They know if they ever start then they will be hooked on the thrill."

Jessica was thinking about what he said when he pinched and rolled her nipple. She moaned deeply and leaned her head back father to rest on the seat. Jake now had access to her whole chest and fondled both her breasts randomly, pausing every so often to pinch a hard, sensitive nipple. She moaned each time he did.

By the time Jake's hand left her breasts, she was breathing raggedly. She had been watching the couple across the way and then the waitress had shown back up with the drinks. Once again her blond muff was only a little ways away. On impulse, Jessica lifted her head and took a quick lick up one of the puffy outer lips. 

The blonde grinned down at her. "Oh, yeah, my favorite type of tip."

"She can do better than that," Jake said looking at Jessica with a frown. "I didn't giver permission to do that but she's still in training so put your foot up on the seat and give her a chance to do it right. You'll be her second pussy ever."

"Neat," the waitress replied as she did as she was told. Her pussy slowly settled toward Jessica's face.

Jessica whimpered softly but she wasn't sure if it was fear or passion. Jake and the waitress were both smiling at her encouragingly. She could see the couple across the way looking in her direction. Licking a pussy while being drunk when she was young and in college was one thing but now and in public to boot, was something else completely.

The word "public" hung in her brain and became "pub lick." Jessica started to giggle but the waitress's pussy touched her lips. The giggle came out as a loud groan and she buried her tongue in the sweet, wet opening to the waitress's sex. Memories of a similar flavor shot across her mind and she groaned again.

The waitress made a soft sound of pleasure and rocked her hips. "She sure isn't shy, is she?" the waitress said to Jake.

"It doesn't look that way," was his reply.

After a moment or two the waitress straightened and stepped back. With a shiver, she whispered, "Oh yes, baby girl, a little of that tongue of yours goes a long way. Anymore and I'd be coming my brains out." She paused and blew out a soft breath. "And the management frowns on that."

Jessica had her eyes closed and she was licking her lips provocatively as if she were trying to get the last little taste off them. With a deep sigh, she whispered a few seconds later, "Maybe you could come back on your lunch break or something."

The waitress looked at Jake and replied, "That would be up to your master but I'd love to if it's alright with him."

Jake grinned. "If the service is good enough, then you should be tipped, or is that licked, well."

"Talk about your job incentives," the waitress said with a wink as she turned to leave.

Jessica sighed and watched her walk away, her eyes glued to the cute little butt just above eyelevel. She licked her lips and looked up at Jake. "Why did I do that?" she asked softly. "I'm not complaining you understand, I'm as wet as hell and equally as horny, but I can't believe I did that on impulse."

"Some part of your brain realizes just how free you are now and your body reacted. You must have enjoyed that time with another girl more than you knew. Maybe it was just a horny reaction to a pretty pussy in your face. You are the only one who can say for sure. Avenues are opening to you you've never fully explored or even allowed yourself to think about."

With a giggle Jessica said, "You've got that last part right. Since that kiss in my office, this day has been like no other in my life. I've had more and stronger orgasms than I ever had before and I haven't even been fucked."

"Fucking is over-rated in some ways. The mind is the largest sex organ by far. Once it's freed then the sky is the limit. Consider this the ultimate foreplay and then think about what it will be like when you truly are fucked. Remember what I told you about removing that butt plug. I might just do it right here in front of everyone."

Jessica's eyes got big at that last part. Jake laughed gently and stroked her hair. "That'll be later and by then you'll be more than ready, believe me. You'll most likely be begging for me to fuck your ass."

Wanting to protest, Jessica opened her mouth and then quickly closed it. Yesterday she would have told him he was crazy but after today she didn't dare. Today she was sure he would do something to her to make her do just that even though she had no idea what "that" could be. 

She shivered at the thought of everyone here watching her getting fucked in the ass. She squeezed her thighs together but the way she was sitting she had no leverage and it was not satisfying at all. Her free hand had been on her ankle but now it moved across her thigh and started between her legs. 

She jerked her hand away and put it back on her ankle as she remembered what Jake had said about not touching herself unless told to do so. She rocked her hips from side to side and whimpered softly. She was suddenly twice as horny as she had been a few minutes before. 

"You were almost a bad girl," she heard Jake say softly. "But you caught yourself just in time, otherwise I'd be spanking you right now."

Jessica squirmed at the thought of being draped over Jake's knees, her sex, and that red heart exposed to all the eyes in the place. She would go off like a rocket the first time his hand touched her ass and the spanking would just drive her higher, she realized. Her hand started to move again and she had to force it back to her ankle.

"A spanking is sounding better all the time, isn't it? Just like getting fucked in the ass is also. You thought about touching yourself so I would spank you," he whispered.

Jessica moaned softly and nodded, he was in her head in a big way she realized and shivered heavily. She shifted her hips and felt her pussy lips rub together slickly. There was an itchy, antsy feeling deep inside her pelvis that she had never felt before. She rocked her hips and that only made it worse.

"The brain is a strong stimulant in small doses and you're getting more than a small dose today. Right now you're getting it with no physical contact to connect it with, so it's pooling up and building, waiting for a trigger," Jake whispered and then he caressed her hair and the back of her shoulders.

"Just relax and let it build, the release will be spectacular. Remember when I ate your sweet little pussy in the car and how that orgasm felt." Jake paused for effect and then went on. "Then double it and it might be close."

Jessica shivered and whimpered softly. "That would kill me."

"No, I don't think so. You'll live through it and a lot more just like it in the future. You've held it in for so long and so hard that you're like a spring under tension. My job as your master is to release that tension in the most pleasurable of ways. I've watched you over the last year, and especially all day today, so I've learned more than you realize. I'll use that and my past experience to our best advantage."

"I.... We.... Uh...." Jessica stammered as she searched for what she wanted to say. Finally it came out as a question. "What about after tonight, what does the future hold? You talk as if there is a long one in front of us as a couple."

"That decision will be up to you. Tomorrow at work you will be my boss as usual. By the time you leave work is when you'll need to figure out what you want. You will either go home alone or with me. If you go home alone, then it's over for good. If you go home with me, you'll take your clothes off at the door and never wear any again in our house unless we have company."

"What about love?" Jessica asked in a whisper that was almost inaudible.

"I do love you and I have since we first met. Being around you has shown me who and what you are. How good a woman you are. You've filled my mind so much that it's been hard to even be around you without telling you."

Jessica took a shuddery breath and shivered long and hard, causing goose bumps. She couldn't believe her ears. Then she swallowed hard. What would she say if he asked her the same question? She didn't have an answer right at the moment but she figured she would before tomorrow afternoon.




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Jake didn't ask her; in fact they were both distracted by a couple coming up on stage from the back booths. The man was short and round, wearing a dark suit and a white tie. He looked odd and out of place next to the naked, Amazon-proportioned blonde next to him. She towered over him but kept a hand lightly on his shoulder as they walked.

They stopped next to the large X-shaped frame standing on end in the center of the stage. The blonde backed up to it, spread her legs, and lifted her arms. Her large breasts swayed and lifted with her arms. The dark circles on their ends were the size of the opening to a coffee cup and very dark in color. 

The man bent down to shackle her ankles in place. As he rose back to his knees, he planted a kiss on the woman's bare pussy and licked at the blonde V of hair on her soft mound. She wiggled her hips and smiled down at him as he kissed her navel and then stood up.

The waitress showed up with a short stepladder and he laughed as he took it from her. "This will teach me to pick on someone more my own size, won't it? Being short is a bitch."

"No one who knows you would ever call you short, Mr. Lester," the waitress said with a giggle.

"Hey, I'm the bitch around here," the blonde said, "And anyone who calls my baby short will get bitch slapped into next week. Eight inches of tongue and a ten inch dick, there ain't nothing short about him."

"I called myself short, dear," Mr. Lester said and shook his head and rolled his eyes as he sat up the ladder.

"Oh!" Blondie said. "That's okay then, I guess."

He tied the blonde's hands to the upper part of the X and then sat the ladder off to the side. He turned to face the room and said in a clear voice, "Hands, mouths, and tongues only please." And then he sat down at the table beside the rack.

"What does he mean by that?" Jessica asked Jake. She thought she had it figured out but wanted to check.

"Anyone in the club is free to feel her up, or kiss her or even lick her anywhere or anyhow they might want to," Jake told her. "He's telling everyone she is his private stock as far as fucking and sucking goes but she loves to be felt up and have oral stimulation performed. He probably likes to watch as well."

Jessica nodded her head. It was as she had figured it would be. She shivered as she thought of herself in that position. She wondered just how hard she would come as the waitress went up and licked the blonde on the belly. She trailed her tongue upward and sucked on a nipple. 

After a moment she stepped back and wiggled her jaw. "Nice boobies, honey, but way more than my poor little mouth can handle."

"You should try Mr. Lester's dick. That would stretch you mouth wonderfully," the blonde said with a giggle.

"I've seen it and there's no way I could even get the head of that thing in my mouth." the waitress replied holding up her hands and making the sign of the cross with two fingers. 

Mr. Lester and the blonde laughed.

***** 

The waitress had gotten the ball rolling and over a period of time half the people in the place had been up to pet, lick, and tease the blonde. There was a monster of a tent in Mr. Lester pants and the blonde was squirming and moaning. 

The owner and her two boy toys came up and stood in front of the blonde. "Alice, you old tart, how are you hanging?" the owner said with a chuckle.

"By my arms right at the moment," Alice deadpanned.

"One of these days, I'm going to hang you by your heels, pack a quart of ice cream in that pussy of yours, and have me the biggest pussy-flavored sundae ever made."

"Promises, promises!" Alice said with a laugh. "No one could eat that much ice cream."

"I've got help," the owner said indicating her two boy toys. They both stuck out long tongues and wiggled them at Alice.

Alice's face lit up and she looked at Mr. Lester. "You know how to hang me next week, don't you?"

He laughed and nodded, "By your tits more than likely," he said sarcastically. "Anyway, that ice cream would be boiling milk before they got the first few bites of it."

"We'll make hot chocolate then," the owner said loudly. 

Alice blushed deeply and said, "You hush! I liked to have never gotten all the chocolate rabbit out of my poor pussy. Mr. Lester swears he can still taste it when he gets that tongue in really deep."

"No, dear, that was the bonbon you were nibbling on at the time, remember?"

Alice looked at him blankly for a second and everyone laughed. Slowly, a smile crossed her lips and she whispered, "You're such a teaser."

"And you, my dear, are such a pleaser," Mr. Lester replied.

The owner walked over and sat down on Mr. Lester's lap. She wiggled around and then grinned at him. "How about if I leave the boys to tease and please big, old Alice here and you and I go to the office and discuss your tab."

"I don't have a tab," Mr. Lester said, looking confused.

"Want one?" the boss lady shot back.

Mr. Lester laughed and shook his head. "I don't think I could afford your interest rate since you're only interested in how much of my tongue and dick I could shove up that pretty ass of yours."

"Damn, another customer that knows me to well," she said standing up. She turned to her two boy toys. "A blowjob to the first one of you that makes a nipple explode." The two young guys literally attacked Alice's boobs.

The boss lady walked over to stand next to Jake. She studied Jessica for a moment and then said, "A very nice, pretty one you have there. She's new, isn't she?"

"Very new," Jake replied. "This is officially her first day. Valerie, let me introduce Jessica."

"Welcome to Debauchery, Jessica. I'm the owner and the head Mistress, at least in my own mind." She paused and gave Jessica a leering grin. "I do so love redheads and you are a natural one, I see." 

She licked her lips and turned to Jake. "If you tire of her, just let me know and I'll gladly take her off your hands."

"Now, Valerie, you know that won't happen. Belle and I were together what, like twenty years and we would still be together if she hadn't passed away. This one is of the same mold and bend. I won't tire of her believe me," Jake said looking a Jessica the whole time.

Jessica had no idea who Belle was, or what had happened to her, but from Jake's voice it sounded like she was a good thing and a long-term commitment. Jessica felt her heart skip a beat and her stomach fluttered as Jake's confession of love came back to her.

Valerie chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, I know, but a girl can dream, can't she? This one looks even tastier than Belle and that's saying a lot. She's handy with that tongue, too, if the expression on my waitress's face is any indication."

Jessica felt herself blush hotly. Valerie grinned and blew her a kiss as she turned to walk back over to where Alice was shaking and moaning loudly under the ministrations of the two boy's mouths, and tongues.

"Lester, old fellow, I think its time to stick a fork or something better in old Alice here, before she explodes. My two toys are driving her deliciously crazy, I see."

"You can say that again. I think she's had at least three orgasms but I'm not sure who the winner is between the two guys, not counting Alice, of course," Mr. Lester replied standing up. The front of his slacks looked like they were ready to split.

"Boys, why don't you move Alice over to the padded table for Mr. Lester. I'm sure she would be more comfortable there," Valerie said, looking to Mr. Lester for conformation. When he nodded, she turned to her two boy toys and nodded to them. 

One man released her feet while the other got her arms. Between them, they carried her over to the table and gently laid her across it, her hips bent at the edge of the padding, her ass sticking out nicely. One shackled her ankles to the legs on one side of the table and the other attached her wrist cuffs to the legs on the other. 

The one at her feet took a lick up the center of Alice's slit as he stood up. Valerie's hand caught him in the back of the head with a sharp blow. "Who told you, you could do that?" she asked sharply.

"No one, Mistress," the man answered quickly.

"I should beat you but you'd enjoy it to much," Valerie said sharply. "I'll find a way to punish you that you won't like, believe me. You know better."

"Yes, Mistress!" the man said as he came over and knelt beside Valerie's right foot. 

Her hand buried in his hair and she pulled his head back sharply. "Move to the other side, you are now number two. Number one will get the privilege of licking my pussy while Mr. Lester fucks Alice. You will get the pleasure of licking his ass, if he so wishes."

The young man looked toward Mr. Lester. "Not him, you twit, number one's ass," Valerie said with a roll of her eyes. "Good help is so hard to find. If that boy couldn't lick his eyebrows, I'd kick his ass to the curb."

"Send him around to my house one afternoon and I'll straighten his little ass out for you," Mr. Lester said as he pulled a very large dick out of his pants. His small stature made it look disproportionately huge and the number two boy toy's eyes got as big as saucers.

"I might just do that if he doesn't mind his manners," Valerie said as she unzipped a zipper on the leather pants that ran from the waistband in front to the waistband in back. Then she sat down at a table near by. The number two boy was close by her left foot and looked like he wanted to hide behind his Mistress.

The other boy toy helped Mr. Lester adjust the table's height until his dick was on level with Alice's ass. When Mr. Lester nodded to him, he hurried over and literally dove head first between Valerie's thighs. She grabbed his hair and pulled back on it with a laugh.

"Calm down, son, it isn't going anywhere," she told him and then pushed his face back between her legs. She wiggled once and then shifted down a little and sighed deeply. "Oh yes, that's the spot."

Jessica had watched all this and her eyes had bugged out worse than boy number two at the sight of Mr. Lester's dick. She had seen one longer but never anything as long and thick. It was as big around as a cola can. She licked her lips and took a deep shuddery breath. That thing scared her.

Jake looked down at her and smiled as he stroked her hair. "Interesting to say the least, isn't it?" 

Jessica nodded and then shook her head. "That will never fit in that poor woman," she whispered in a shaky voice.

"Just watch and learn," Jake said softly as he unzipped his pants. 

Jessica's eyes darted to the open zipper and she licked her lips again. When Jake put his hand back on her shoulder and took a sip of his drink with the other hand, she whimpered softly and looked back at the pair in the center of the crowd.

Everyone in the place had moved to tables close to the action and in some cases they were the action. Valerie's boy toy was feasting on her pussy. A cute brunette had her Master's cock out and licking it like an ice cream. Another Woman was sucking on her master's dick, while he fingered her pussy.

Jessica's eyes returned to Jake's fly and she shivered as the thought of people watching her suck his dick flashed through her mind. A loud grunting groan from Alice drew her attention back to the padded table. Mr. Lester's huge dick was slowly disappearing as his hips closed on Alice's ass.

By the time his hips touched her ass, Alice was yelling and writhing around on the table as a tremendous orgasm ripped through her body. 

Jessica was breathing hard, rocking back and forth, and whimpering from just watching all that meat disappearing. Her pussy felt like it was trying to squeeze down on something that wasn't there but should have been. 

Mr. Lester held still for a moment and then started to fuck Alice with long, full, steady strokes. Alice yelled louder once and then grunted loudly as his hips slapped her ass. Jessica could see her trying to push back at the bottom of each stroke. Somehow she had that monster inside and wanted more. Jessica couldn't believe it even though she could see it. 

Jake moved, shifting his position so he faced more toward Jessica. She looked up at him and then got to her knees as his legs spread wider. His hand dipped into the fly of his pants and hauled his dick out. Jessica licked her lips as she looked at it closely. 

It wasn't that big; nowhere as large as Mr. Lester or even the boy toy's but it was still plenty for her. The head was circumcised and had a large mushroom shape to it. The shaft was long for it's thickness and heavily veined. Jake's hand moved to the back of her head and pulled her forward and down as the other pointed his dick in her direction.

With a moan, Jessica moved forward and bent at the waist to lick at the clear drop of fluid on the slit. Jake pulled harder and she sucked the head of his dick into her mouth with a deep groan of surrender. He moaned softly as she did. This spurred Jessica on and she sucked him with a wild abandon she had never felt before.

She didn't care if anyone was watching her or that anything else was going on. Her one goal was to give him as much pleasure as possible. She knew he would come in her mouth and that she would swallow it. She'd never wanted to do that before but that had changed somehow. She wanted him like she had never wanted a man before in her life.

Jessica was swallowing Jake whole and sucking in hard enough to hollow her cheeks as she lifted her head. Her tongue was bathing his shaft on the way down and on the way back up. At the top it ran wildly over the head. She could feel his thighs tense up where her breasts were pressed to them. This was her gauge as to how well she was doing.

A loud, undulating yell from Alice made her turn her head to look. Mr. Lester was planted deep inside her and rapidly bouncing his hips off her ass. Alice was a wild woman, bucking and jerking on the table, her head whipping back and forth as she arched up high enough to get her tits off the padding.

Jessica was in awe, a shiver running up and down her body. This was the first time she had ever seen another woman have such an orgasm and only the second woman she had seen come period. Her head had slowed in its movement for a moment and then she moaned as she felt a small orgasm hit her own body.

She returned her full attention to Jake's dick and bobbed her head faster. She wanted him and wanted him now. She knew she would come as hard as he did when the time came. It was only a few minutes before she got her reward. The first jet of hot salty semen splashed along her tongue and she moaned loudly as her pussy spasmed right along with it. Her orgasm was long and drawn out as she continued to suck greedily.

*****

Jessica had her head on Jake's thigh and she was nursing on the head of his dick softly as her mind slowly cleared. With a soft, deep sigh, she let it slip from her mouth. Jake's hand stroked her hair and then down across her back. Jessica sighed again and sat back on her heels. 

Only then did she realize that anyone behind her had had an excellent view of her pussy and the heart at the head of the butt plug. She shivered at the thought and looked up a Jake. Jake smiled down at her and pulled the leash until she was close enough to kiss.

Jessica was back up on her knees with her ass once again pointed out into the darkened room. Between the kiss and her newly discovered exhibitionist streak, she was shaking and on the edge of coming again. She couldn't believe how sensuous and sexy she felt and how alive her body felt. 

Jake broke the kiss and looked at her closely. As his eyes ran down her body to her ass, he smiled and nodded. "So that's it. The thought of people seeing your Valentine's heart is getting to you, is it?"

Jessica nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes Master," she whispered before she even thought about it.

That brought a bigger smile to Jake's face. "Welcome to my world," he said softly and pulled her forward for another kiss. This one was more passionate and a lot deeper. A thrill ran up and down Jessica's spine.

After a while, Jessica was to the point of shaking with desire. Jake broke the kiss and asked in a whisper, "What if I put you on display? You with your little ass sticking up in the air, and your heart right there for everyone to see and to touch if they wanted to."

There was a catch in Jessica's breathing at several points as he spoke; her eyes were big with excitement. "I'll take that as a yes, in that case," he whispered as he stood up and tucked his dick back in his pants.

He tugged on her leash and she got to her feet a little unsteadily. He led her over to a high, padded, bench looking thing what was only half as wide as it was long. One end was higher than the other but the slope was not very steep. Jessica watched as he folded out rods at each end.

He positioned Jessica at the high end and then had her bend over like she had been on the desk at the start of the day. That memory and thoughts of it being on tape made her shiver. Jake knelt behind her and worked her legs outward until she was lying on the soft pad. He clipped her legs there by her cuffs.

Her ass was raised and her legs spread wide. The shiver that went up and down her body was closer to shaking than anything. In her minds eye, she could see how exposed she was and she moaned deeply. Jake now pulled her arms out and attached the cuffs to clips on the ends of the rods. She was completely tied down, helpless and exposed.

Jessica whimpered softly and bit her lower lip, she was on a hair trigger for a monster of an orgasm. Any touch would most likely set her off. In that she was wrong as she heard Jake say, "Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention. I have my new sub up here for display purposes only at this time. Feel free to come up and have a closer look. She will most likely come as soon as someone does come up."

Jake moved to sit at the table closest to her head where he could watch her face. The sound of someone walking up behind Jessica caused her to try and turn to look and see whom it was. She couldn't do it from the way she was restrained and whimpered loudly as the footsteps stopped very close to her ass.

"Very, very nice, I love the red heart. Very appropriate for Valentine's Day," a mans voice said from close enough behind Jessica that she could feel his breath as he talked. 

Jessica groaned loud and long as her hips working her ass up and down in short quick movements. She could feel the butt plugs heavy movement in her ass and the groan got even louder. She was right on the ragged edge and wanted someone to touch her, to push her over.

A female voice, Valerie's voice, came from very near where the man was kneeling. "Oh yes, that is lovely and I'll bet it feels great, too. I need to get a couple for the boys. I'll bet the slightest touch to it would put you into orbit right this minute. A tongue in that sweet looking pussy would put you in another universe," she ended with a laugh.

Jessica started to shake and shiver all over, a deep whining, moaning sound coming from deep in her chest. The sound got louder as she heard more people behind her. She heard a voice that sounded like the little waitress say, "Damn, I'd love to wrap my lips around that little clit but from the looks of things I'd need a raincoat very quickly."

It sounded like a dozen people laughing and chuckling behind her and Jessica was about to explode but she couldn't quite get there. Jake saw the strain and the longing in Jessica's face. With a grin, he walked around to the end of the table Jessica was on and tapped the heart lightly with his fingertip. 

Jessica gave a long drawn out scream and came like mad, her body jerking and shaking hard enough to move the table. From far away she heard someone yell, "Bombs away." Another laughed and asked for an umbrella. Someone else said, "Holy shit!" All that just added to her orgasm and Jake's slow steady tapping finger only added fuel to the fire.




Bound



*****

Hands running all over her body snapped Jessica back to the here and now. There were hands on her inner thighs, hands on her ass, hands on her back, hands on her shoulders and arms, there were even hands on her feet and ankles. Jessica's overloaded brain just moaned and went with the flow. It felt like a wonderful massage gone out of control.

Slowly, she realized that Jake was back in the chair next to her head and smiling at her. After a few moments he grinned and said, "I see you got back safely."

Jessica nodded and sighed. "The body is here and feeling great but I think the mind is forever damaged."

"You're in caress and stroke mode right now. I thought that would cushion the landing somewhat and relax you for the next stage of the project." When Jessica just looked at him dumbly he chuckled and added, "It's about time to pull that little cork out of your ass and fill it properly."

Jessica's eyes got really big and Jake laughed. "Don't worry, you haven't died yet, have you? Anyway, there are about thirty people standing around here waiting for you to get fucked in that cute little ass of yours. A lot of people have volunteered for the job including a female or two and they all looked dejected when I told them it was my job."

"Thirty people!" Jessica whispered softly and then shivered.

"Yeah. What do you think of that? You're the big show tonight. Just think of all those people watching as I shove my dick slowly up you ass. Which do you think will make you come harder, them watching or me doing?"

Jessica groaned loudly and her hips flexed up and then back down a couple of times. From behind her she heard someone say, "It looks like she's warming up to the idea." Warm wasn't the word for it, Jessica thought. Going up in flames was more like it.

"So you just relax and let things build for a little bit," Jake advised her.

All the hands slowly and gently caressing her body had Jessica relaxed and highly excited at the same time. She shivered and sighed deeply when several sets of hands ran up and down along her inner thighs. She could feel the slippery wetness there.

The little waitress appeared next to Jake, her pussy a foot from Jessica's face. "She could use a little cleaning up," the waitress said with a grin.

Jake shook his head. "Not tonight. I want her as messy as possible when she leaves. I want her to remember how she got that way and who made it all happen."

The waitress got a pouting look on her face. "There goes all my fun." 

Jake grinned at Jessica and replied; "I think there'll be other nights in the near future."

Jessica whimpered softly and licked her lips. "I can almost guarantee it," Jake added with a chuckle as he put his hand on the waitress's ass and pushed her forward until her pussy was against Jessica's face.

With a soft moaning groan, Jessica licked the soft spongy outer lips of the pussy. The waitress lifted a leg and put her foot on the end of the bench. She squatted slightly and pressed her sex to Jessica's mouth. She sighed softly as Jessica's tongue worked at her opening and up along her slit.

"She has such a light delicate touch," the waitress said in a soft hissing voice, her hips rocking against Jessica's tongue, nose, and chin. "It wouldn't take much for me to come big time."

"Consider it your tip, I don't think your boss will mind," Jake said, looking at Valerie who was sitting at a table close by.

Valerie grinned and nodded. "It's fine by me. My customers always come first, you know that." About then her hips jerked and she sighed deeply. The boy toy between her thighs moaned softly and moved his head lower to lick at the flow of juices along the crack of Valerie's ass. 

A moment later she whispered, "Well, most of the time anyway. Damn, that boy has a good tongue and ain't afraid to use it."

The waitress whimpered softly and whispered, "This lady is very much the same way." A few moments later she gave a little soft yell and ground her sex hard against Jessica's face. "Oh yes...! Hell, yes...!" the waitress almost yelled as she came with a small gush.

Jessica moaned loudly as the waitress started to come and she felt the wet flow on her chin. She wanted to move down and lap it up but she couldn't get there. Between the restraints and the sopping wet pussy plastered to her face, she could barely move or breathe for that matter. 

The waitress raised her sex off Jessica's face and lowered her foot to the floor. She stood there on shaky legs and grinned at Jake. "That was one hell of a tip. I'll be your waitress anytime."

"Just how the hell am I supposed to take taxes out of that, I wonder," Valerie said and then laughed. "I guess I could have one of the boys clean up the overflow."

With her fingers held up in the sign of the cross, the waitress shook her head and whispered, "Oh no, no way am I getting even close to either one of those tongues right now."

Valerie laughed and stroked the head between her legs. "They do get addictive," she said and then sighed deeply. 

Jake was watching Jessica closely and when she opened her eyes he leaned over and kissed her slick, wet lips. Jessica moaned into his mouth and kissed him passionately, her tongue going wild. Jake kissed her even harder. He had only meant to calm and reassure her but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

The taste of the waitress was strong on her lips and mouth. Jake licked his lips as he broke the kiss and sat back. Jessica licked her lips and smiled at him. "She does taste good," she whispered.

Jake nodded and got up from his chair. "Yes, she does," he said as he walked toward the end of the bench. 

Squatting down behind Jessica, he took a slow lick up the inside of one thigh. Jessica gasped at the touch of his warm, wet tongue and squirmed in her restraints. He licked the other thigh the same way. 

"You taste good also. Maybe your little friend would like a taste of you. It only seems fair," Jake said and the waitress was by his side in a flash, a big grin on her face.

"Leave her clit alone," Jake whispered as he moved back.

The waitress was in his place as soon as he was out of the way, her face buried in Jessica's dripping pussy. Jessica had let out a yell and hunched her hips as best she could under the circumstances.

Jake walked back to his chair and slipped off his slacks. His hard dick was standing up against his belly. With a smile, he moved toward Jessica and brushed the spongy head against her lips. Her eyes jerked open and then she swallowed as much of him as she could reach, a loud groan sounding deep in her chest.

Between the dick in her mouth, the tongue in her pussy, and all the people watching her, Jessica was almost beside herself. There was a monster of an orgasm building but it didn't seem to be in any hurry and that surprised her. She should have been coming her brains out right this moment.

The hands were missing and had been since Jake had walked to her rear and licked her. The thought that all those people were watching her sucking Jake's dick and the waitress licking her pussy, made the orgasm loom closer and bigger. 

Jessica was whimpering and moaning when Jake pulled his dick out of her mouth and walked around to stand behind the waitress. His hand on the girls shoulder made her look up. He smiled as he saw how wet and shiny her face was. She grinned broadly and licked her lips as she moved out of his way.

With a nod, Jake moved up behind Jessica and rubbed the head of his dick up and down in the slippery wet slit of her open pussy. Jessica jerked and then groaned deeply. Jake almost groaned himself as he rubbed the head over and around her hot opening. She was far hotter and wetter than he figured she'd be.

As his dick slipped into her tight, wet pussy, Jake did groan. He was glad for the blowjob from earlier or he would be well on the way to coming. That was something he definitely didn't want. He had to fuck her ass and he had to do it right.

Jessica had frozen when Jake's dick touched her sex. She had taken a deep gasping breath as he slid slowly into her core and held it until his hips touched her ass. She couldn't believe that he had hilted himself in her in one slow motion. She marveled at the ease he had entered her pussy and how full she felt.

Jake held still with his hips pressed tightly to Jessica's ass. Her hot, tight pussy was doing marvelous things around and to his dick. He wanted to fuck her as hard and fast as he could but he didn't dare. They would both go up in smoke and flames in a matter of minutes.

Jessica suddenly realized that she needed to breathe and blew out sharply. The breath she took next was ragged and shuddery. After that it got easier but there was a whinny whimpering component to each one. She was waiting for him to move. She tried to will him to move.

Finally, she tried to lift her hips so he would move inside her. His hand slapped her ass sharply. She gasped loudly and froze. Her orgasm was very close and very big she realized. She also realized that Jake was holding still for the same reason.

They stayed that way for a long time or so it felt to Jessica. Then slowly, very slowly, excruciatingly slow, Jake pulled out of her. Jessica was panting by the time the head left her sex. When he touched the butt plug she gasped loudly and then moaned. When he started to work it in and out of her ass, she gasped even louder and started to shake.

Jake pulled the plug out of Jessica's ass, and let her rest and calm down for a few minutes. He held the plug right above the opening and watched it pulse and slowly close. When he thought the time was right he touched the tip to the opening and pushed it home.

Jessica gave a soft yell and arched her back. Her head and shoulders strained upward. Jake worked the plug in and out of her ass in a slow, fucking motion. The monster orgasm was back, lurking in the shadows and bigger than ever. It stayed right there even when Jake pulled the plug completely out.

Jake grinned and rubbed the head of his slick, slippery dick over her opening and then over the pucker of her asshole. Jessica was shaking and whimpering loudly. It was time, he thought as he centered the head on her anal opening. He eased forward and applied a light pressure.

Two things happened at once. Jakes dick squeezed through the loosened ring of muscles and slid into Jessica's ass a couple of inches easily. The second was the monster orgasm waiting in the shadows consumed Jessica in one long loud yelling explosion of pure pleasure.

Jake held still and let Jessica's orgasm run its course. It was hard to do, the way she was wiggling and jerking. Her ass was clamping and clenching at his manhood as if to gobble it up. As her body moved, his dick moved inside her and fed the orgasm more fire, and pleasure. 

It was a never-ending cycle or so it seemed to Jake. The crowd around them was cheering, whistling, and yelling, egging him on to fuck her. This just added to Jessica's orgasm even more as she was reminded they were there.

Jake was in awe of how long and how hard her orgasm was. He grinned and rode it out. He loved it when a plan literally came together. Now if he could just hold his own off until he was ready.

As Jessica started down from her orgasmic high, she stopped moving and slowly relaxed back against the bench's padding. Ripples and sparks still flowed along her nervous system but nowhere near the overload that it was before. She could feel the pulse and throb in her tightly stretched ass that was Jake. She shivered hard and moaned.

That was the cue Jake was waiting for. He pressed his hips forward and felt his dick slide even deeper. He paused as Jessica gasped and lifted her head. Her hips flexed up and down and then she moaned softly deep in her chest. 

Jake let her relax a moment and then eased forward again. When he felt his manhood move forward, he reversed and pulled out until the head was just inside the opening. Jessica yelled and shook her head but not from pain. A jolt of pure delight shot straight to her center and hung there glowing and hot.

That glowing ball of heat and passion expanded as Jake pushed back inside even deeper than before. Jessica opened her eyes and lifted her hips to meet him. He pulled back out and the ball shrunk. He pushed in and the ball expanded. Jessica felt a joy fill her completely as his hips touched her ass cheeks.

Jake held still with his hips against her ass and his dick buried as deeply in her ass as it would reach. He bit his lower lip to keep from moaning as he leaned over and kissed Jessica on the shoulder. The burning heat, along with the clenching and clutching of her inner muscles were ecstasy around his dick.

"Happy Valentine's Day. How does it feel to have a dick buried completely in your ass?" he asked her.

Jessica whimpered loudly and then almost yelled, "Fuck me! Fuck my ass!" The ball of energy was pulsing with life and slowly growing. She knew what was coming and this would be even more powerful than the monster from the dark.

"I told you, you would say that," Jake whispered as he raised his hips.

Jessica started to chant "Yes," each time Jake's hips touched her ass. The glowing ball kept on expanding and growing stronger the longer and harder he fucked her. A part of her wondered what it would feel like when he came deep in her ass. Another part shivered and she yelled even louder.

Jake felt his climax rising and pounded her ass even harder. He needed her to come with him, for both of them to peak at the same time. She was close but he felt like he was even closer. He hoped his orgasm would spark hers if he couldn't hold back.

When Jake slowed his strokes to try and hold off his growing need to come, Jessica yelled "No!" Jake had his answer and pounded into her as hard and fast as he could. In a matter of a few minutes, he planted himself as deep as he could and came harder than he ever remembered. Jet after jet of hot semen sprayed her insides.

Jessica yelled incoherently and thrashed around in her restraints as the glowing ball exploded deep inside her belly and flooded her sex and ass with pure heat and energy. Her body was glowing golden and bright in her mind's eye as she came right along with Jake. Her yells were for the pure joy of it now.

*****

Jessica and Jake were cuddled together in the one of the back booths. Jessica was sitting in his lap. Jake had called the driver and he was on his way with the car. Jake was surprised that it was only ten o'clock, it seemed far later for some reason.

The little waitress came by and sat two drinks on the table. "Compliments of Valerie," she said with a grin. "That was quite a show, half the people in this place are fucking their brains out, if they hadn't already," she added as she turned to walk away. 

"It seems we are a hit," Jake said to Jessica.

She nodded, her head against his chest and sighed deeply. Jake hugged her tightly and rocked her back and forth slowly. She sighed deeply again and snuggled closer. She was so relaxed and sated that that was all she could do. Her mind and body were still wrapped in a warm glowing cocoon.

*****

The next day after work, Jessica stopped at the door of Jake's apartment building and rang for security. The guard signed her in and gave her an envelope. On the elevator to the fifteenth floor, she opened it to find a key and an ID card with her name on it.

She was smiling as she used the key to unlock the door to her future home. She quickly undressed and hung her clothes on the hook behind the door. A blouse and skirt were all that she had on besides her thigh high stockings and heels. She had left her jacket in her car.

She noticed the cuffs and collar on the side table and took a moment to put them on. He hadn't mentioned them but they were hers so she would wear them proudly. She now knew what they meant and what they were for.

Walking into the living room, she saw Jake sitting in a chair by his computer desk. She walked over and sat down by his right knee, tucking her feet up under her ass.

"Hi and welcome home," Jake said as he leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips.

Jessica kissed him back and then replied, "It's good to be home with you."

He smiled and stroked her hair as she laid her head on his knee and sighed contently. 



Bound



You wake in a dark room, your head groggy with a slight headache. You try to stretch and find that you can not move your arms. You strain some more and realize that both your arms and legs around bound. You snap awake and try to figure out where you are.

You can't see much in the room. The windows are covered with what appears to be black blankets that do not let much light in. You are tied with arms and legs outstretched to king size 4 poster bed. You can barely discern a door on one side of the room. There are small side tables with drawers on either side of the bed. 

You try to remember how you got here but the last thing you remember is eating lunch at work earlier. You think it is earlier, you really have no idea what time it is, other than there is still some daylight left that seeps through the blankets over the windows to give you a little light to see by.

You hear a click and the door starts to slowly open. Whatever room is behind the door has no light so you can not see who has opened the door. You see a shadow enter and close the door behind it. Your heart starts to pound in fear as you wonder who could have brought you here and what could they possibly want with you.

The shadow moves to the foot of the bed and tests the ropes on your legs to make sure they are still tight. They move to the sides to check the ones binding your wrists. You think by the shape of the shadow that it is female. A hand reaches down and slowly traces in invisible line down your cheek. You suck in a sharp breath at the warm touch.

"I see you are finally awake" a soft voice whispers.

"Where am I?" you ask. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Where you are is of no consequence, and you will have to wait and see what my plans are for you." 

The hand moves down to your chest and slowly moves down to your stomach. Her finger trails down past your belly button in small wavy lines to the button of your pants.

She sighs softly and says, "I should have done something about this earlier, oh well."

You hear her grab something off one of the tables and see the silhouette of a knife in her hand. Your heart starts pounding in fear. You try to say something but find that your mouth has gone dry and the words die in your throat as she gets on the bed with you.

You feel the cold steel of the knife as she slides the point softly up your arm. You shiver at the cold touch waiting to feel the bite of the blade when she cuts you. The knife moves up to your bicep almost in a caress the touch is so soft. You close your eyes, holding your breath, awaiting the bite of the knife.

You hear a ripping sound and realize that she is cutting away your shirt. You feel the pressure as the knife cuts from the arm of your shirt to the neck, then down the side opening up one side. You keep your eyes closed as she repeats it on the other side. You feel a small draft as she removes your shredded shirt.

She straddles you and runs the point of the knife down your chest softly. You open your eyes to see her on top of you. You are scared to death but at the same time you can feel yourself reacting to this scary but strangely erotic experience. You wonder to yourself what is wrong with you.

I could die and here I am getting hard with some crazy chick that could potentially slice and dice me, you think to yourself.

She sets the knife down beside you and leans down inches from your face.

"Are you scared?" she asked softly.

"Yes, please don't hurt me." Your voice sounds weak and scared to your ears.

She laughs softly, "Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt you....much." 

You feel the soft caress of her breath on your face as she leans closer and kisses you softly on the lips. She runs her tongue across your lips then gently nips your bottom lip between her teeth. You feel her breasts slide across your chest. Your body reacts with a jolt as you realize she is naked on top of you.

Her soft lips trail down the side of your neck, her hot breath moves across your skin. Her tongue swirls across your neck before she nips you again. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden pain and pleasure.

She moves down to your chest, her soft breasts sliding across your stomach. The warmth of her soft flesh on your skin sent jolts of electricity through you. She softly kissed your chest then ran her tongue lightly across to your nipple. You let out a soft gasp and she slowly suckled your nipple, circling her hot tongue around your nipple. You grunt as she bites down on it sending waves of pain and pleasure throughout your body.

She sits up, her firm round bottom pressing down on your very hard cock. You moan aloud as she squirms against you, the friction almost driving you mad. She shifts off of you, you raise your hips trying to keep in contact with her but she pushes you down roughly.

"Ah, ah ah my pet," she replies. 

She picks up the knife and presses it against your throat. "You will only be touched when I want you to be touched, do we have an understanding?"

"Yes Mistress," you breathe, fear creeping into your voice again as you strain to obey her.

"Good, please me and you will be rewarded, displease me and you will be punished," she replies. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," you reply.

"Ok, this is your first test. I am going to untie you and you are going to turn over onto your stomach. Try to get away or touch me in any way and you will regret it," she says with slight menace in her voice. "And you can call me Mistress when you answer me."

"Yes Mistress," you say.

You watch her slide off the bed and move to one side. She unties the rope binding your left wrist. She then moves to the foot of the bed and unties your shoes, slips them off and pulls off your socks. She unties your feet and moves to untie your right wrist.

"Now when I untie this last rope, you can stretch if you like, but you will not touch me or yourself. You will turn over onto your stomach and lie down for me to tie you back up. Are you going to behave yourself my pet?" she asks.

"Yes Mistress." You say as she unties you. You want to grab her, throw her on the bed and have your way with her, giving her a taste of her own medicine, but you hold back. You still do not know who she is or what she is capable of, or what she will do if you disobey her.

You stretch your arms and legs and slowly turn over onto your stomach. When you go to spread your arms and legs out you accidently brush your hand along her stomach. She grabs your wrist roughly and ties it tightly, the ropes cutting painfully into your flesh. She moves to the end of the bed and grabs your ankles, roughly spreading your legs and binding them again. 

"You touched me, my naughty pet." She says as she grabs your free hand. "Although I do not think it was intentional you will still be punished. But other than that slight problem you did well and you deserve a small reward."

You feel her move closer to the edge of the bed; you feel the heat radiating from her naked body.

"You may touch me, my pet," she says as she spreads her legs. 

You move your hand up a little to run your fingers through her pubic hair. As you touch her you realize that she is freshly shaven. You trace your fingers down to her lips. You hear her softly gasp as you run your fingers across her lips. You slide one finger between them, feeling the hot warmth of her wet pussy. She pushes against your fingers as you slowly tease her clit. She moans softly. You think that if you get any harder it will become painful.

She grinds herself against your fingers for a few minutes, her moans getting louder and her pussy getting hotter and wetter at your touch. She suddenly pulls away and squats down next to the bed. You almost cum right there as she slides one of your fingers into her hot moist mouth and sucks off her own juices. You squirm as your erection becomes painful as she licks and sucks your fingers. She finally pulls your fingers out of her mouth and ties your wrist again.

She grabs the knife again and moves down towards the bottom of the bed. You feel the tip of the knife on your ankle and hear the fabric of your pants ripping as she cuts your pants all the way up the side of your leg. She does the same on the other side, then slowly pulls off your tattered pants.

She slowly runs her hands up your calves and along the back of your thighs. She climbs back onto the bed and kneels between your legs. She slides the knife up the back of your thigh then slowly cuts your boxers off. You tense, awaiting her soft touch. The bed shakes and you grunt in pain as she slaps your ass hard.

"That is your punishment for touching me earlier," she says softly.

Your ass burns with the force of her slap. She shifts and straddles one of your legs. Her hands run up your thigh slowly. You gasp as she traces a finger over the sensitive skin where she slapped you. She leans forward and softly kisses the burning spot on your ass. As she runs her tongue over the sore spot she lowers herself onto your leg. You feel her hot wetness press against your leg.

One hand slides up the inside of your thigh to softly cup your balls. You moan as she slowly massages them. She slides her other fingers slowly over your ass, one finger sliding along your crack then down along your taint. You moan louder as her hands work their magic on you and she starts to grind herself on your leg.

As she continues to grind on your leg you almost can't handle it anymore. The grinding is moving your cock over the soft sheets creating an intense friction. If this goes on any longer you will cum before she even touches your cock. As your moans get louder and you think you can not hold out any longer she suddenly lifts off of your leg and gets off the bed.

You hear her rummaging through one of the dressers. You suddenly feel something light and soft touching your back. It slides down your back and along your ass and down your leg. Its touch so light you can barely feel it. It must be a feather or something. You moan softly as it slides over your balls and up the crack of your ass.

You close your eyes and revel in the soft feeling as she caresses you with the feather. It's soft touch driving you crazy. 

"Ok my pet, I am going to untie you again and you will turn over once again. Remember the rules this time."

She unties you and you slowly turn over, being very careful not to touch anything. She grabs the remainders of your pants and tosses them off the bed.

She takes the feather and slowly slides it down your chest towards your stomach. You moan softly as it trails towards your extremely hard cock. But just before it touches it she moves it away and down your leg. You almost grunt aloud in frustration, but you catch yourself just before it happens.

Just as you realize that she has not tied you back up, she moves to the foot of the bed and begins to tie your ankles. After she has you all tied up she gets back on the bed and straddles your stomach. You can feel her hot wetness as she presses against you. Your erection throbs as you think of what it would be like to plunge deep inside her.

She leans forward and softly kisses you on the lips. "You were good that time, my pet, so you will get a reward. I will allow you to lick my pussy."

She moves forward until her dripping pussy is above your face, and then slowly lowers herself to your mouth. You run your tongue along her lips tasting her sweetness. She moans softly and begins rubbing her fingers through your hair. You tongue finds its way between her lips and softly begins rubbing her clit. She gasps as you plunge your tongue inside her. Her moans become louder as you work your magic on her.

Her hips start moving as she moves with your tongue. Her moans becoming louder and more frantic as you massage her clit with your tongue. She reaches back and traces a finger along the hard shaft of your cock. You moan against her as the sudden sot touch almost drives you over the edge. She traces a fingertip along your head, before she wraps her fingers around you and exceedingly slowly begins to stroke you.

You moan against her and she grinds against your face. You can tell by her quick breathing and moans that she is close. Her hand around your cock feels like heaven as you try as hard as you can to control yourself. Suddenly her moans become louder and faster as she begins to cum, in her ecstasy she starts stroking you faster and you can no longer control yourself you cum all over your stomach and legs.

As she gets her breathing under control she moves from your face and slides down your body. She softly kisses you, licking her juices from your mouth.

"I can't wait to taste you," she says.

She slides down your body some more and begins to lick the cum off of your stomach and legs. Then she slowly runs her tongue over your cock, swirling the tip of her tongue over your head. You moan as her soft warm mouth envelopes you. Her lips slide down until your entire length is in her mouth. Her hand softly cups and rubs your balls.

Her head moves up and down slowly, her tongue running up and down your shaft and around the tip. Every now and again she pauses and sucks the tip of your head, flicking her tongue along the underside of your head as she circles the base of your cock with a few fingers and slowly jerks. Her other hand slides underneath your balls and she gently runs a finger along your taint. You moan in pleasure at the soft touch.

She moves her head down some more and begins to lick and kiss your balls. Her tongue glides over them softly as she stokes your cock with one hand, the other sliding up and down your thigh. You gasp as she softly takes your balls into her mouth and begins to slide her tongue up and down in-between them.

She moves one hand underneath your ass, gently pushing up making you arch your back. She licks and kisses your balls some more then her tongue slowly slides down. Your breathing gets heavier as her tongue flicks over your taint. She squeezes your ass as her tongue runs along your taint.

She moves her head up again and licks the pre-cum off the head of your cock. Her tongue slides over the tip of your head making you moan loudly. She slowly takes just your head into her mouth her tongue still teasing the tip. She moves up and down lightly brushing her teeth along the base of your head as her hand slowly jerks your shaft. Your moans become louder as you feel yourself getting closer. She begins to lick the tip again, then pauses, inserting her pinkie into her mouth and sucking on it.

"Do you want to cum in my mouth?" she asks as she withdraws her finger from her mouth.

"Yes Mistress," you can barely reply as you watch your cock slide into her mouth again. The hand that was in her mouth moves underneath your ass. Her finger slides along your taint and lower to your anus. You instinctively jerk up as you feel her finger touch it.

"Relax, my pet. Trust me," she says as she smiles and winks at you before taking you in her mouth again.

You relax as she sucks the head of your cock, then takes all of you in her mouth and begins to fuck you with her mouth. Her finger trails along your taint, then moves down a little and just barely touches your anus. The slight sensation causing your to shiver. Your breath starts to catch as she works you with her mouth and tongue. You moan louder and louder as she quickens her pace.

You start moving your hips as she slides her mouth down the shaft as one hand slides up it, then down as her head moves up. The alternating motion of her hand and mouth driving you over the edge, you're breathing coming in gasps between your moans. 

You feel the very tip of her pinkie penetrate you, you lose control, cumming harder then you have ever cum in your entire life. Your hips thrusting you deeper into her mouth as she sucks the cum out of you. You can feel her swallowing again and again as you continue shooting your hot cum down her throat. You gasp as she sucks hard getting every last drop out, and then slowly licks the very tip.

She starts to kiss her way up your stomach as you try to get your breathing under control again. She runs her tongue around your belly button before moving up to your nipples. Her warm tongue teases them, flicking across them before she takes one into her mouth and suckles it. She flicks her tongue over it as she gently applies pressure to it with her teeth. 

Trailing kisses up your chest she moves to your neck, softly licking and gently biting your neck. Trailing kisses over your adams apple she moves to the other side of your neck and repeats the licking and biting. She moves up to your ear, gently nibbling on the lobe. Her tongue runs along the outside, before she bites the tip softly.

Her body pressing against you, you feel her hard nipples pushing into your chest as she softly kisses your lips. She straddles your leg and you can feel the heat of her pussy as she lowers her hips until she is resting on your thigh. The heat from her pussy on your leg mixed with her soft kisses and the feel of her thigh rubbing against your cock with every little move she makes gets you turned on again in no time.

She bits your lower lip as she rubs herself against your thigh. You can feel her hot juices coating your thigh as she rubs against you. Her tongue runs along your lips teasing you.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asks seductively.

Instead of answering you kiss her hard on the lips, pushing your tongue in-between her lips and massaging her tongue with yours. As you kiss, she shifts position so that she is straddling your hips, her dripping pussy inches from your hard cock. You moan against her mouth as she rubs herself against you. Your cock slides in-between her warm folds as she moves her hips down, sliding herself along your shaft.

She positions your cock at her entrance, the head just resting against the opening. With mind numbing slowness she pushes down, enveloping you in her hot, tight sheath. When you are fully inside her she reaches between your legs and gently grabs your balls. Massaging them as she slowly rides you, taking her time moving up and down your cock. Her breasts swaying slightly as she moves on top of you. You moan loudly as her hot tightness surrounds you.

"You may touch me," she breaths softly, "I didn't tie the ropes around your wrists tight."

You pull against the ropes and free your hands. You reach up to cup her breasts, your thumbs lightly running over her hard nipples. She moans softly as she continues to ride you slowly. She leans forward and begins to kiss you softly. Your hands run down her sides and down to her ass where you softly begin to caress it. She moans against your mouth before she takes your bottom lip in-between her teeth and bites softly. 

You run a hand in-between her thighs and slide a finger along her lower lips. She kisses you more forcefully and teases your lips with her tongue. You push your finger into her folds and slowly begin circling her clit with your fingertip. She begins to move faster on top of you, you can feel her warm breath tickling your lips in-between her kisses. You begin to move your hips with her, pushing yourself deeper. 

She leans back arching her back, her breasts sway as she rides you, her breath coming in soft gasps and moans as you tease her clit faster. She is so hot and wet around you and her moans are driving you insane as she rides you faster. You feel her clench around you, gripping your cock making it even tighter as you slide in and out of her.

With her back still arched she runs her fingers down your chest, her nails digging into your skin as her moans intensify. Your hips move against her driving into her as deep as you can. Your hands grab her ass impaling her down on you harder and harder. Her moans coming faster and louder as you pound into her. Her body clenches around you as you feel her start to cum, her pussy gripping your cock tight as wave after wave of pleasure tear through her. 




Bound



You can't hold out anymore you moan loudly as you begin to cum inside her. Her clenching milking you as wave after wave of cum squirts into her. Her breath coming in short gasps as she tries to regain her composure, her body shuddering from her orgasm. Her hands run up your stomach as she leans down and rests on top of you. You breathe in the scent of her hair and skin and the sweet scent of sex as she rests her head on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around her as you both drift off to a blissful sleep. 

You wake to bright lights in the morning; you stretch and rub the sleep from your eyes. You sit up quickly looking around as you remember last night. You are at home, in your own bed, you can hear your wife downstairs cooking breakfast. Was it all just a dream? You throw the covers off and get out of bed and walk to the bathroom and turn on the water for a shower. As the steam from the shower fills the room you can smell her for a minute, but then it is gone as quick as it came.

After your shower you head downstairs where you wife greets you with a big plate of breakfast and a soft kiss on the lips. Is that a twinkle? Could it have been her? You honesty don't know and will never ask. Imagine the trouble you would be in if it wasn't her!



Bound



Some nights I lay in bed alone while my man is at work and I miss him a lot. Recently I discovered a spell, to conjure a demonic slave who'd do me favors for a small sexual fee...I'm a woman who has needs and spends too much time on my own so one of these nights I do the spell at midnight ...

I draw a circle on the floor in chalk, I light incense and I burn red and black candles

I lay naked in the darkness with my eyes closed, crimson rose petals spread on my body, in the circle chanting

"Oh spirit of darkness I conjure theeCome to me come to meBy Aradia and HecateCacodemon of copulation come to me!" 

I feel a presence and opened my eyes to a pair of electric blue ones floating a few inches above me and I observe the male form that they belong to: he is slim pale and has mid-length light brown wavy hair and a huge shaven cock that looks at least 11 inches long and thick too...I take in his long naked limbs, smooth chest and pink nipples. I drink it all in, he really is gorgeous! He stares at my willing curvy naked form and the subtlest smile plays on his lips "you called me witch, now what do you want?" I smile back and stare at his cock then purr "I'm just horny, I need to be fucked really hard" he reaches down and strokes my cheek which makes me shiver

"come now witch, I know you want something other then just sex. You know how this spell works" he runs his hands down my neck and down to my full breasts. I smile and whisper "I don't need anything but if you really need it I want you to pinch my mans bum" 

It grins and lands in the circle then pins me down before attacking my breasts with kisses and scratching its long nails along my body, I moan and try to grab the demons un-naturally huge hard throbbing cock but the demon quickly casts a binding spell which makes me helpless...I lay there spread-eagle, tied down by invisible magickal ropes, I try to speak or scream but the spell has totally incapacitated me...I can feel everything but I cant stop the demon from doing what he wants to me

His touches and kisses burn my skin slightly as his caresses move from my breasts down my body to my already damp cunt and I manage to let out a tiny whimper. 

The demon looks me in the eyes as he rubs my clit, those luminous blue eyes staring at my very green ones, he slips a finger into my cunt and I feel it burning me inside...he laughs evilly at my tightening honeypot and forces another two fingers into me before growling "did you think I was going to be gentle with you witch?!! No, this is my payment and its for my pleasure. Until I'm satisfied with you witch I'm going to do what I want to your eager hot body" he forces a fourth hot finger into my stuffed pussy and he starts to thrust the fingers in and out of me, fucking it with burning hot demonic fingers hitting my g-spot with every thrust and making my so wet that its dripping down my thighs...I give a little gush of cum all over his hand and he pulls it out before driving his tongue into my soaking wet pulsing pussy, his tongue is hotter then his fingers and he licks my cunt like a starved dog...he tongue-rapes my tender pussy HARD and with every movement of his tongue moving inside me I feel a bigger orgasm building up inside of my helpless body like a volcano...

He feels the tensing and pulsing deep within me and keeps licking furiously until a gigantic orgasm slithers out of me and squirts like a jet of double cream

He takes his time licking every last drop from my cunt, arse and thighs before moving in between my legs...

He spends a moment looking at my cunt, spreading my labia and staring at the tight hole and the swollen clit before he rams his remarkably huge and rock hard thick cock all the way into me and OHGOD ITS SO BIG AND HOT!!!!! It burns me so much that tears come to my eyes...he mounts me like a stallion on a helpless brood-mare, violating my cunt without any regard for my pleasure or pain.

He takes one of the black candles and drips hot wax all over my breasts knowing that I can't scream, he watches my eyes for my reactions and kisses my soft full lips as if he can't stop himself while still raping me so hard that I can smell my own blood and cum mixed together...he's tearing my tight cunt with his unstoppable lust and I feel him starting to thrust harder and faster as his cock throbs and swells inside me, I know he's going to cum soon and it scares me but I'm so exited that my pussy starts to tingle again and I know I'm squirting again, my pussy muscles clamping down and milking his cock until he roars and a massive load of his hot demonic seed floods so far inside me, scalding me, that I know it wont leak out of me....

He rapes me over and over again, Cumming in my cunt over and over again, never tiring or stopping until it all becomes a blur and I pass out from sheer exhaustion...

When I wake up I'm naked in the circle and able to move but aching all over from the rape and the bright sunlight is streaming through the windows. I'm all alone but I know it wasn't just a dream, I'm so full of cum that I know it was real...I can feel the demon near me just waiting for the darkness to come again...



Bound



The steel door locks behind us. We are at the top of a stairwell and she directs me to go first. She gestures with her eyes that I should lead, so I do as I am told and begin the descent into darkness. All I can hear is the sharp crack of our heels on the iron steps as we go down. My eyes are still adjusting to the light; it was only a moment ago the blindfold was removed, but I can make out the lights of the city reflecting on the glassy surface of the nearby Thames. We are in a central location but it is strangely quiet. This does little to unnerve me. In fact, the silence fuels my excitement further. 

At the bottom of the stairwell it is almost perfect darkness. There is just a faint muted orange glow from the street lights above. The air is damp and chills the skin, but I am warm beneath my clothes. She touches my elbow with her elegantly gloved fingers and I walk forward as instructed. We are walking on flat paving stones toward a little door almost completely obscured in the darkness. There is a light breeze that seems to propel me toward it. I am compelled to turn around and ask to go home, to admit this was all a mistake, but I know that I have come too far now to leave. She reaches forward and reveals an electronic keypad on the wall beside the door. She presses a combination of digits and the door quietly slides open; and like something from a science fiction movie I am presented with the sight of a long corridor, dimly lit and scented with warm incense. I step forward and she follows. We are inside and without prompt the door closes. I am inside the womb of deprivation.

We walk along the smooth tiled floor and I am aware of a number of alcoves along the path. They are small and mostly in shadows cast by the flames of torches fastened to the stone walls. Inside them all are naked people indulging in sexual practices. All are masked and are strangers to each other. In the first alcove, a woman is knelt between the legs of another, her tongue planted between the open thighs of her partner; in the next, a woman is straddled on the lap of a large man who is kneading her buttocks as she bounces up and down. Then, two man are slowly masturbating each other. Finally, two men are caressing the intimate parts of a young woman as they stand. None of them seem aware of our presence. If they are, then they don't care. They are used to this, and it excites me. 

In a short time we come to the end of the corridor. There is another door here, and she says, "In there." So again I do as I am told and I enter a small booth. Inside it is cool and clean. There is a little stool, a table for my clothes, and a full length mirror. I remove my jacket, then my shoes, and then I pause. I stare at myself in the mirror. I am so young. I have no make-up on and my hair is pulled back away from my face, yet I am still quite pretty. So why am I doing this? Why do I need this? I look at myself as though I am another person, a stranger to myself, and there is no judgment in my eyes. "Go on, " I seem to be saying. "Live." So I pull off my shirt, my shoes, unfasten my trousers, and fold them neatly on the small table. Then I slip off my panties, place them with the rest of my clothes, and reach around to unfasten my bra. I am naked. I check myself in the mirror again. My body is long and willowy, my tits large but still firm. There are tan lines on my hips, on my shoulders, and just above my ribcage but I think this looks sexy. The rest of me is tanned nicely. Even my ass is light brown. Then I glance at my pussy. It is waxed, but some hair remains. I think it looks neat and inviting. I am aware that only a brick wall is between myself and my companion. We have only been acquainted less than an hour. For a moment I feel foolish and scared but I cannot shake the excitement, the anticipation of the moment. Then she knocks at the door and asks if I am ready. So I slip on the robe and mask provided and step out of the booth through another door as instructed, and my life is changed forever. 

I am at the precipice of small flight of stone steps that step down to a large circular room. All around the wall of this room I notice many other doors that must lead to booths such as mine. She is here, right in front of me, waiting. I know it is her, despite her mask, despite never having seen her face. When we met she approached from behind and put the blindfold on me so that throughout our journey I could not see her. Then on our arrival the blindfold was removed but she led from behind and I never once looked round to see her face. That was part of the arrangement. It is her scent, the shape of her body, tall and well defined, that I recognize. She too is in a gown and nothing else. Part of a shapely breast is exposed through the opening of her gown and I become moist between my legs. I am close enough to her to see a fine filament of hair upon her pale skin. I want to reach out and touch her but I resist. There is ample time for that I tell myself, and first I must let her guide me. Her face is almost touching mine. Her sweet breath brushes against my cheek as lightly as the wing of a butterfly. The beginnings of a smile appears on her painted lips, and then she steps aside and I am witness to a most beguilling spectacle.

There are bodies everywhere, all naked, in every position imaginable. One endless coupling. It is an orgy of unimaginable decadence. She takes my hand and we take cautious steps toward the writhing mass of human flesh. All I can see is openings, tongues, penises moving in and out, dozens of men and woman fucking and coming. Men with women, women with women, men with men. Threesomes, foursomes, men buggering men over women kissing, touching, men bending women in incredible positions, fucking buttocks, vagina's, every possible orifice. All naked. My head is filled with one endless moaning, the sound of pleasure in it's most basic form. Pillows and rugs adorn the floor on which the heaving bodies lie. I am quaking with expectation and fear equally. 

She unties my robe, slips it off my shoulders, then guides me to an area of the room where we can lie amongst the grinding bodies. There is the scent of incense and, I think, opium. There are jars placed around the room from which people are inhaling a potent smoke. 

She has removed her robe. Her hand is holding mine and she draws me to the floor, her face close to mine. I am trembling. She senses my trepidation and smiles. Amongst the scent of opium I now smell the odor of sex. Then she kisses me. She covers my mouth with her own full lips, her tongue undulating, and holds my head like a cup between her hands. It is an interminable kiss and I nearly lose consciousness. Then her mouth falls on my throat, at the beginning of my breasts, and her hands touch my mouth as if she were molding it over and over. I slowly lie back onto the rug, my mouth never closing, and then she is caressing me, feeling the richness of my hips, the fullness of my thighs. We move in entangled accord, moving very slowly, feeling breast against breast and belly against belly. She has sought a nipple with her lips, her fingers touch my clitoris and I produce a guttural moan, a moan of animal response. Her own nipples have hardened as she kisses my breasts. Then her hand passes around my buttocks and touches a hand that is neither her own, nor mine. It is another hand. 

I open my eyes to see another woman crouched beside us. She has a voluptuous body with rich curves, soft, firm flesh smelling of sex. Her breasts are round and luxuriant, her sex hidden in shadow. Without invitation she is caressing my buttocks, her eyes fixed on mine. I want to tell her my response but she can read it in my face. She is beautiful, her eyes shining feverishly in the semi-darkness, and emits an atmosphere of the unknown, a mysterious charm that is transported through the sensuous strokes of her fingers stimulating the warm folds of my buttocks. Her own buttocks are full and round; perfect globes of meaty flesh. She places her face close to mine then kisses me whilst enjoying the shape of my buttocks with her hands, a finger inserted into the tight little aperture. My pleasure is expressed with melodious ripples in my voice and the girl kisses me hard, as though she can feel every contraction through the kiss. 

My first lover is still placed between my parted legs, her sex glued to mine and thumping like a crazed animal. She is like a man in the frenzy before orgasm, soldered to my sex. I can feel my own pleasure rising but want to prolong it. My nipples are burning, seeking to be caressed, so I take the hand of the second girl and rub it against my pointed breasts. Her body is becoming restless, the kissing has become a torture. Her fingers are caressing my yielding flesh and I observe the quickening of her motions. As if in a dream my approach to orgasm is preciously sustained by her measured touch. It is if I have a million sexual openings, all equally sensitized but with the fluid of desire seeping along the shadow of my legs like some glorious restraint. I moan again and she bites into my flesh with little nibbling teeth, her light hair flying about in the frenzy. 

Between my legs, the first woman is like a luxuriant goddess of abundance and my flesh is a bed of sensuality – every pore and curve. I am a whore, an animal. Hands are grasping my body. My flesh is throbbing and heaving, saturated with moisture around the hollows of my breasts. Around my violin-shaped hips her hands are descending and ascending, her tongue stabbing between my legs into far reaching nooks that stir the nerves of my sex. I moan and she too bites my flesh, as if to arouse a greater moan, then places her agile tongue on my clitoris where the moisture is creating little sounds like rain between the kisses. The second girl is biting me still, her finger touching my anus as firm and commanding as a penis between the voluptuous layers of my buttocks. My body is vibrant and shaking, at the pinnacle of pleasure, but she is impatient and is exhaling a sensual aura that gives me a moment of jealousy. She is so sexual and full-blooded that any man or woman would have been overcome, and I feel the urge to taste her. As if she can read my mind she becomes more aggressive, throwing her leg across my shoulder, and I am kissing her between the legs. Now and then she jerks away from my kisses as if they are stinging her, but my tongue, as hard as a man's sex, searches for her and finds her moist and wanting. She is halfway on the peak of an excruciating sensation, half crazed, and bares her teeth as if to bite the one who is tantalizing her.

The first girl is still between my spread legs, her tongue and fingers prying into my back and front, and I can feel the moisture along my legs. Then I feel her raise an arm and she places her hand under the second girl, a hand she can rub against. She is intent on drawing the ultimate sensation from us both. But the girl has stopped moving. She stands up, and the hand of the first girl pursues her. I sense the second girl wants to throw herself on the hand until it makes her come, but she also wants too prolong her pleasure. Now the first girl is standing behind her, panting. She is brushing her sexual hair against her buttocks, rubbing against her, sliding up and down slowly. She wants the second girl to turn around, to feel this friction against her breasts, sex and belly. The first girl has been seduced by the new arrival's sexual aura, and her hands are everywhere. Her nails dig into the softest part of the dusky beauty's shoulder, between her breast and underarm. It hurts her, but it is a delicious pain, and her body burns so hot that she must fear that one more touch will set off the explosion, for they separate and fall onto the rug. 

We have ceased touching and are looking at each other, admiring the disorder of our love-making and the beauty of our bodies glistening with moisture. I glance at the second girl and follow every contour. She has slender, polished legs that gleam, and a delightful incurving back with dimples at the bottom of her spine. Her sexual secrets are hidden by her hand. She is touching herself as she looks at the first girl and I, filling herself with languor with incisive hands, and is daring us to touch her voluptuous body. I reach out to touch her soft, downy flesh, and with each caress I give her, the first girl gives to me. We touch each other and cease to become three bodies; we are one body of yielding flesh, our fingers finding an opening, a nipple, a clitoris with every touch. 

Then my two lovers attack me, unable to keep their hands off me. I am surrounded, enveloped, covered, licked, kissed, bitten, rolled again on the rug, tormented by the hands and tongues of my lovers. Now I am begging to be satisfied. My legs are spread, and I feel the friction from their bodies and seek satisfaction from this. But they do not let me satisfy myself this way. With tongues and fingers they pleasure me, sometimes stopping to touch each other's tongues – my two lovers, mouth to mouth, tongues curled together over my spread legs. I raised my hips to recive a kiss that I hoped would end my suspense, but they have forgotten me. They are concentrating all their feelings in their tongues, flicking each other. I become impatient and begin to stroke myself, but then they push my hand away and fall on me. My orgasm came like an exqusite torment. With each spasm I moved as if I were being stabbed. I almost cried to have it end.

Over my prone body the two girls take up their tongue kissing again, hands drunkenly searching each other, penetrating everywhere, until the dusky one cried out. The first girl's fingers had found her rhythm, and the girl clings to her, waiting for the pleasure to burst, while her own hands seek to give her lover the same pleasure. They try to come in unison, but the dusky girl comes first, falling in a heap, detacthed from her lover's hand, struck down by the violence of her orgasm. The first girl falls beside her, offering her sex to the other girl's mouth. As the girl's pleasure grew fainter, rolling away and dying off, she gave her tongue to the first girl, flicking in the sex's mouth until the girl contracted and moaned. I lean forward and bit into her tender flesh. In the paroxysm of her pleasure, she does not feel my teeth buried there.

Half an hour later I am being driven away from this place of depravity and I never see either of the two women again.



Bound



It was a very cold morning in winter. Alison yawned lazily as she rolled over on her bed to check the clock, which read 10:00 am. She'd gone to bed late last night after watching one of her favourite movies, The Exorcist, and stayed up very late in an attempt to avoid the inevitable sleep. Each time she watched this movie, she'd be so scared as to be completely unable to close her eyes in the dark. Although she knew this would happen, it never prevented her from watching it over and over again. Something about the movie made her tingle inside, although she didn't understand what that feeling was.

Reluctantly, Alison pulled the sheets off and went across the hall to the shower. She listened briefly for the usual hustle and bustle of the house coming alive, but it seemed her mom and dad both decided to stay in bed late today. It was a Sunday after all. After turning the shower on, she peeled off her tank top and panties, dropping them in a pile on the tiled floor. Alison danced gingerly on the cold surface, and she shivered slightly as she stood naked, the cold air shifting around her body. She rubbed her small breasts with her hands, their cold touch hardening her pink nipples to the point where it almost hurt. She pouted her lips at the mirror, just as she did to the all the boys at her school, but the only eyes that stared back at hers were her own. Oh well, she thought as she smiled to herself, it would have to do.

Hopping into the shower, Alison let the hot steaming water run down her body, savouring its warmth. She ran her hands down the length of her small frame, from her perky breasts down to her flat tummy, still down further to her hairless pussy and between her legs. Letting the soap cleanse her skin, she lathered it into her long, lean legs, then back up her thighs and bum. Once she'd rinsed the soap off with the hot water, she washed her shoulder length brown hair and climbed out of the shower again, drying her sun-kissed skin on the big white towel, light tan-lines barely visible. Alison wrapped the towel around herself, and skipped happily back to her room to choose her outfit.

Today, she'd been invited to go shopping with her friend Katie, and they were supposed to be there by 11:00 so that they could head out to have lunch beforehand. Although she really liked Katie, deep down, she had thought that Katie was cold to her even though she always asked Alison to hang out. Katie was the typical popular high school senior, tall, beautiful, blonde, and the center of attention. She was the cheerleading captain, and she the captain of the football team. It was so typical it was clichéd. On the other hand, Alison was on the swim team, which didn't exactly make her popular, but she was pretty and fun, so she had a big group of friends and many boys who hung on to her every word. It always surprised her a bit that Katie tried so hard to be her friend even though they didn't hang out with the same crowd, but she enjoyed the extra attention and it never hurt to be the friend of the most popular girl in school.

Alison never wore a bra because of her small breasts, so she picked out a pink lacy tank top and pulled on a long sleeved navy blue sweater over top. She chose a pair of dark blue panties that matched her sweater and dark jeans, pulling those on quickly as well since she realized that if she didn't hurry, she was going to be late. It was almost 10:45, and it took 10 minutes to walk from her house to Katie's.

She poked her head into her parents' room. "Mom, dad, I'm going over to Katie's house. I'll be back by three okay?" There was a muffled reply from under the covers, so she assumed they'd heard her, and hurried off to Katie's house.

Katie lived in a house the size of a small castle, complete with a white picket fence, a porch that housed a large wooden bench, and a pool and trampoline around the back. Perfectly manicured lawns spread out on all sides against the house, and the grass was so soft you could sleep on it if not for the cold weather. Alison knocked on the door.

The door opened almost immediately, and Alison found herself in a hug with Katie's arms wrapped tightly around her. Katie was 5'11", which was almost half a foot taller than Alison, and had her head pressed firmly into her large breasts. Katie sported a pair of D cup breasts that every sixteen year old girl craved for. "Hi Alison! You look great today," she said, and Alison could swear that Katie had smelled her hair a second before she pulled away again. Katie's lovely eyes, which were an odd mixture of hazel and green, looked up and down her body before they turned back to her face. She felt herself flushing a bit. Did she just check me out? Alison wondered. No, of course she didn't. Why would she? She also felt a twinge of desire rise up her legs, but she ignored this feeling as well. She wasn't sure what was going on, but something was playing havoc with her head.

"Hi Katie." Alison felt a bit lame with her reply, but Katie didn't seem to notice, and ushered her quickly inside her house.

"Oh my gosh, it is freezing out. I made some hot chocolate for us, come on!" Katie said excitedly as she led Alison around the house by the hand. Alison had never seen Katie so happy and excited before, and she wondered what put her in this great mood. She let herself be led into the kitchen, and Katie handed her a steaming hot mug of rich chocolate. Alison took the cup gratefully, sipping the liquid and feeling her insides warm up instantly.

"It's good, isn't it?" Katie asked. "My mom brought it from this specialty store the other day. She said it was a special blend that was exclusive to that store. I've been drinking it every morning since she got it, but I think it might be making me fat." Katie bit her lips at this horrible idea, turning around to show Alison her butt. She was clad in a pair of short shorts with a large 39 across the back, which Alison assumed was her boyfriend's jersey number; her shorts were stretched tightly and barely covered the bottom of her ass. Katie had a voluptuous, tight butt that was the wet dream of most of the guys at her school. She knew that it was what they called a bubble butt. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail, and it fell down all the way to the small of her back, almost twice the length of Alison's. She was wearing a small, gray t-shirt that exposed her sexy belly and stretched dangerously tight over her breasts so that it looked like it might rip in half any second. Alison noticed that Katie wasn't wearing a bra either. She looked like a supermodel, but the ones that Alison saw in magazines had nothing on her boobs and butt. Had she not caught herself, she would have most certainly started drooling on the spot. She felt that tingle between her legs again.

"No... you look great." Lame response number two. Alison cursed herself, but she couldn't think up anything else to say. She couldn't pull her eyes away from Katie's fantastic figure.

"I thought it'd be a good idea to hang out here for a while before we went out later. I've already ordered pizza for us, so we can eat in my room and hang out there. My parent's aren't home, so we have the house all to ourselves. I wanted to show you this really cute dress I got last week at the mall," Katie said as she turned around to look over her shoulder at Alison. She bit her lower lips playfully, and fluttered her eyelashes in a way that Alison couldn't dismiss as anything but provocative. Alison wasn't even into girls, but Katie was making her so wet that she was afraid it would show through her jeans. The girls headed up the stairs to Katie's room, and Alison caught a glimpse of a dark patch through Katie's shorts. Alison had no idea what was going on, but she followed her friend into her room.

**

Alison woke up to slightly blurred vision and a heaviness in her head. She was lying face up on a really comfortable bed, with the sweet scent of aromatic candles about her. There was a light moaning sound coming from somewhere, but she couldn't pinpoint its location. When she tried to move, she found that her hands and legs had been tied down. This last fact woke her up immediately, and she craned her neck to look around.

She was completely naked from head to toe, and there were ropes tying her hands to the posts of someone's bed. Her arms were tied above her on either side, and her legs were spread at a wide angle that not many girls who didn't do regular sports could achieve. Now that she thought about it, the last thing she remembered before she fell asleep was the touch of someone's lips on hers, and the smell of fruity perfume. As more and more memories came back, she now realized that it had been Katie who had kissed her, and she remembered her soft hands roaming gently over her body. That was also when she realized that the moaning sound was coming from herself.

Now Alison looked down her body, and found that a head was between her legs, bobbing slowly up and down. Lush, blonde hair spread out around her lower body, and she found herself staring at another naked body. Katie had one hand on Alison's thigh, kneading her flesh softly while her other hand disappeared underneath her hair; she could see Katie's shoulder moving in rhythm to the soft music playing in the background. Alison watched in amazement as her own hips moved to the sound of the music, and she began to finally understand what was going on. Her pussy was on fire, and her body spasmed each time she felt Katie's fingers move in, then out of her. She could feel the light flicking of Katie's tongue on her clit each time she moved her fingers inside her. Alison thought she was losing her mind from the sensations coming from her sex, and her moaning got louder and louder, overtaking the volume of the music. Her thighs were quivering, and she wanted to close her legs, but the ropes restricted her movement so that she couldn't stop from exposing herself.

Katie seemed to notice that she was moving, and began to increase the rhythm of her tongue and fingers until they were just a blur of movement attacking Alison's pleasure zone. There was nothing she could do to stop her friend, and the orgasm that had been building up was peaking. She felt her pussy spasm as Katie took her love button inside her mouth and sucked on it hard, her lips wrapped tightly around her bud as her fingers curled upwards to the inside walls of her pussy. The orgasm ripped through her body, and she thrust her hips into the air as an animal scream of pleasure escaped her throat. Over and over again, the walls of her pussy tightened against Katie's fingers, but she wouldn't stop sucking on Alison's clit so that a few seconds later, another orgasm hit her, this one almost rendering her unconscious. Alison's toes curled convulsively, and she tried to move her arms and legs, push Katie away, but she was powerless to stop her. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and she felt Katie slow down. Her sweat soaked body felt like she'd climbed a mountain, and her tiny frame was shaking slightly from the exertion. She had never cummed that hard before, nor that many times consecutively. Little did she know, it was only the beginning.

"Ohh, you're awake! Your pussy tasted soo good," Katie cooed, running a finger up Alison's slit to collect her juices before sucking on them. She licked her lips as though she had just had the best strawberry ice-cream sundae she'd ever had, and gave Alison's clit a small peck with her mouth before kissing her way up her navel. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You have the cutest bum ever, and I couldn't wait to taste you before you woke up, I hope you didn't mind."

Despite being naked with her legs splayed wide, sweaty, bound to a bed and having just had her pussy eaten out by another girl, Alison began blushing furiously from the comment. She didn't know what to say, because her mind was telling her that everything that had happened was so wrong, but her body wanted more, much, much more. She was still leaking juices, and she could feel that a small wet puddle had formed under her butt. Katie took one of her nipples into her mouth and began suckling on it. Alison tried to wriggle away from her tormentor, but it only made Katie giggle to watch her lovely friend squirm under her touch.

"What did you do to me?" Alison croaked, her voice coarse from all the screaming she did. "Untie me this instant, Katie!" She struggled against her binding ropes, causing her breasts to wobble. At this, Katie smiled again.

"I put a sedative in your drink. Don't worry, it's nothing dangerous, it only makes people fall asleep. You might still be feeling a little bit weak, but it shouldn't last too long. At least, I really hope not. I have a long day planned for us." Katie laid her full body on top of Alison's, wrapping her arms around her shoulder and her legs around her waist. She snuggled up close to Alison's neck so that she could gently nibble on her earlobes. Alison tried to turn her head away, but it was no use. She began to feel extremely aroused, her pussy begging for more attention. Katie kissed her, running her tongue around her lips slowly, tracing the outline of the sensitive skin. Alison closed her eyes, and let her friend's tongue enter her mouth. She could taste her own juices, a thick mixture of tangy muskiness that she'd only ever once tried out of curiosity, and she wondered what Katie would taste like before she could stop herself.

Saliva flooded her mouth as she imagined taking a drink of Katie's sweet nectar, and she redoubled the passion of their kiss. Katie responded by grinding her pussy into Alison's pelvic bone in a very slow motion, her slickness letting her glide down just far enough to reach Alison's clit, leaving a trail of her juices on Alison's stomach. She circled her pussy around Alison's, letting their engorged lips tease each other, both of which were sensitive beyond belief. Alison moved her hips in rhythm with Katie, their clits coming into contact each time Katie pitched her pelvis forward. The girls panted loudly, no longer aware of their surroundings, only of one another, the feeling of slipperiness between their legs, the tingle of their love buttons gliding past each other.

After about five minutes of grinding, Katie could feel Alison reaching her climax, so she stopped just as Alison began to shake and pulled them apart, kneeling up and sitting her butt just below Alison's pelvis so that their pussies barely touched. "No, please, don't stop," Alison whispered, desperate to finish. The girls' juices had mingled together to form a sticky mess under Alison's butt again, the pool of wetness increasing in size until it almost looked like she had peed on the bed. Both of them were flushed red and dripping with sweat, and Katie began to knead her large breasts together, twisting her own nipples and sighing loudly. Alison tried to press her legs together, touch herself with her fingers, but the ropes wouldn't let her. She began to moan in a low voice, frustrated that she was so close to her climax. The sight of Katie massaging her own breasts and gyrating in a slow dance over her to the music was enough to make Alison go wild with desire.

Katie watched her friend struggle and squirm in delight, and bent over her friend's face, kissing her again before pulling away. "Did you like that, you dirty girl? You like to watch me dance, and grind on your pussy and eat you until you come over and over again? Is that what you want, Alison?" As she said this, she reached down and began to touch herself, inserting her fingers inside slowly to wet her fingers before rubbing the length of her pretty pink slit. Alison watched Katie with ravenous eyes.

"Yes, I want you to eat me again, please," she moaned desperately, her big brown eyes looking into her friend's eyes with unbound lust. She unconsciously licked her lips and almost came from the idea of it. Katie had other plans for them.

**

Katie got up quickly from the bed, and danced out of sight as Alison watched her helplessly. Alison had no idea what was coming over her, but she had never felt this good before. The only other experience she'd ever had was with an older boy from school that wanted to get laid really bad, and she'd come close to letting it happen. He'd asked her to shave herself one night, and so she did it just for fun. His fumbling hands and nervous grinding had turned her off immensely, but she kept shaving herself down there after they'd broke up until it became obvious that it was so much easier to get a Brazilian wax. She noticed that Katie had also waxed herself, and the memory of the smoothness of Katie's pussy rubbing against her own made her struggle futilely. All she wanted to do was to masturbate until she fainted into a blissful ignorance.

Just as her lust was about to subside somewhat, Katie danced back into her room wearing a lacy pink bra and matching panties. The crotch of her panties were soaked through, and Alison could see her friend's puffy pink lips through the thin, wet fabric that barely covered enough of her body to be called underwear. "Untie me, please," she begged, her voice clouded with lust.

"Only if you promise to behave yourself, okay?" Katie replied huskily as she dipped her finger into her panties, pulling out a pair of sticky digits. She held them in front of Alison's face, and she started sucking on them hungrily, savouring every string of the sweet tasty liquid. "Naughty girl," Katie said as she reluctantly pulled her fingers away and began to loosen the ropes tying Alison down. Once she'd had them undone, Alison tried to sit up, but she realized that she was still too weak to move freely on her own, so Katie grabbed her hands and pulled her up. She then moved Alison to a large chair by her desk, and proceeded to sit in her friend's lap, grinding her butt into Alison's lap so that her thighs soon became covered in her juices. Katie moved from one leg to the other, tugging at her panties seductively, revealing just enough of herself to make Alison want to jump up and rip her friend's underwear off again.

As she watched her friend's lithe back moving in time to the music, Katie hooked her thumbs in the band of her panties, tugging them off agonizingly slowly. The crotch of the tiny piece of fabric stuck to her honey pot for a second before it peeled off to reveal a pair of perfect, pink lips with strings of girl cum sticking to her panties. She pulled them down to just below her knees, and stood up with her legs spread wide, her body bent over so that Alison could get a perfect view of her friend. Katie reached back and put two fingers to Alison's lips, and they parted, suckling and coating them in saliva. She took her fingers and ran them down one of her butt cheeks, leaving a trail of glistening fluid there, before reaching behind her and spreading herself wide, at the same time unclasping her bra so that it fell to the floor. At that moment, Alison wanted nothing more than to reach out and suck on those vertical lips.

With one hand coming up between her legs and the other between her bum, Katie smeared the fluids from her sopping wet pussy up and down her butt, taking her time to spread it onto her bum hole liberally. Once she was satisfied, she pushed a slick finger in as Alison hears a low growl coming from Katie. Looking back at Alison, she bit her bottom lip, her eyes blinking rapidly from the pleasure. Alison couldn't stop watching her friend as she drove her middle finger in all the way down to her last knuckle, all the while mashing her pussy and clit with her other hand. Faster and faster, until her hands became just a blur of movement, and still Katie stared deeply into Alison's eyes, wanting her to see everything. Her breasts wobbled as though someone was swinging them from left to right with their hand, her back shiny with perspiration. Katie's long legs shook slightly, one hand now driving her middle and ring finger swiftly inside herself as the other continued to attack her butt. Honey dribbled into her hand and down her wrist, dripping down and wetting her panties, which were soaked through entirely. When she could take no more, her hand found her love button again, rubbing it as though her life depended on it, and she came like a thunderous storm, squirting her love juice into Alison's lap. 




Bound



Katie fell backwards to rest on Alison's thigh as she came down from the orgasm of her life. Her chest wouldn't stop heaving, her body a mess. Alison could feel Katie's velvety softness contracting slowly against her thigh, girl cum dribbling out slowly so that she was soon covered in Katie's love juice. With her thigh so slick, Katie had to hold herself up with her hands by grabbing the back of Alison's knee to stop from slipping down to the floor in a heap. As she kept trying to reposition herself, her pussy kept slipping up and down, until it became but a measured grinding. Alison could feel the inner folds of Katie's sex against her skin, and all she could do was watch as her friend pleasured herself using her leg. How she wanted to help her, but she couldn't move as it was, so Katie did all the work as she clutched Alison's knee with one hand, her other squeezing and twisting her nipple while her hips rode forwards and backwards on Alison's thigh like a cow girl as she used her feet to pivot her lovely body. Katie let out a cute little squeal as the orgasm hit her, and finally, when she was satisfied, fell to the floor like a crumpled mess, her hands still gently pleasuring herself as she came down, moaning and grunting with exhaustion.

Eventually, she caught her breath and collected herself enough to get to her knees, smiling up at Alison whose jaws had nearly dropped to the floor as she watched one of the sexiest things she'd ever seen in her life. "That was all for you babe. Did you like watching me do that to myself? Hm?" Katie breathed. "I'd never done that for anyone before because I wanted to save the show especially for you." She cleaned her fingers up in her mouth, licking her fluids off them before placing her hands on Alison's thighs to knead them provocatively. All she could do was nod numbly. She slow danced with her bum in Alison's face for a few seconds while Alison wondered briefly if she would ever see girls the same way again. She'd almost forgotten that she was even hornier than before, but luckily for her, Katie hadn't forgotten. It had been on her mind the whole time.

Katie spun around to face her, lightly scraping her toes against Alison's thighs, spreading her legs with her foot until she had a view of her friend's parted lips while keeping eye contact the entire time. She opened her mouth slightly, smiling, brushing her lips against Alison's, then licking her way from one breast to another and ending at her exposed pussy. Alison tried to move her hips to make contact with Katie's mouth, but Katie simply backed away and blew cold air at her, causing Alison to have a whole body shiver. "You're making a mess on my chair," Katie said, pouting and feinting anger as she stood up with her hands on her hips. "I guess I'll have to clean that up for you," she said, and proceeded to lap up Alison's nectar starting from one thigh to the other moving within an inch of her soaked pussy, wiping the rest that had ended up on the chair up with her hand and putting it to her mouth. When Alison thought that she couldn't take any more teasing, and was gearing herself up to beg Katie to go farther, Katie pulled Alison down the chair so that her bum rested just on the edge of the seat. She began to breathe heavily from the anticipation, and Katie went back up Alison's body, barely touching her as her big breasts grazed her friend's skin. She teased her for another minute, playing with her friend's breasts with her hands, massaging and tweaking her nipples until they were on fire.

Finally, almost painfully, Katie turned her friend over so that Alison was lying face down on the chair with her bum exposed in the air. "Your bum looks so tasty," was all the warning she got before Katie started licking around Alison's bum hole, causing her to tighten her ass at the contact. She'd never felt this sensation before, and as Katie circled her tongue closer and closer to her hole, Alison began to feel her body reacting in a different, but no less pleasurable, way to the teasing. She thought that she would cum instantly if Katie touched her clit. Katie reached the center, and drove her tongue hard against Alison, causing her sphincter to tighten up with intense pleasure. At the same time, her pussy began to contract as well, and as though Katie was psychic, she lapped at her friend's ass while massaging her pussy with her hand lubricated from the juices flowing down her thighs. Alison squealed, the climax building, building, building until her body was floating off the floor with delight. She felt herself spasm, cumming even harder than last time as she ejaculated into Katie's hand. It was all Katie could do to drink down her friend's juices, and a few moments later without any time to recover, Alison came a second time.

Alison gripped the arms of the chair, holding on for dear life as she was overcome by the sensations of her body, but Katie could not be satisfied yet, and as her hand was lubricated by Alison's fluids, she pushed first one finger, then a second into her bum. Alison gasped as Katie pumped her hand in and out of her ass, and she simultaneously felt a tongue flicking rapidly against her clit. This time, as her vagina tightened in ecstasy, she squirted into her friend's mouth as she orgasmed, and Katie hungrily drank every last drop, not wanting to waste any of Alison's deliciousness. The walls of her butt contracted against Katie's fingers, and somehow Katie managed to fit a third finger into her friend's ass. By now feeling extremely faint, Alison moaned loud enough to alert the neighbours. Katie's fingers and mouth moved in unison still, not wanting to stop until she could make her friend remember this night for the rest of her life. Alison, squirming under Katie's hand, felt her entire body tighten and her ass and pussy contract as she came one last time as the rhythm of Katie's tongue and hand became too much for her, and she convulsed in a delighted high that shattered her mind, at last taking her mercifully to the world of the unconscious.

**

Alison groaned loudly as she woke from the land of dreams. Although now that she was awake she couldn't remember what it was about, she knew that it had been a great dream about something relaxing. What had woken her was the soreness she was feeling all over her body, which had risen up in her sleep until a breaking point made her mind snap out and retrieve itself from the land of the sleeping. Her jaw had been especially pained, though she did not know why. For the third time in the same day, she opened her eyes.

What she saw jolted her awake. She was lying on her back again, and her mouth had been open unconsciously as a sweet liquid from above dripped onto her tongue and down the back of her throat. She was staring at a pair of puffy, pink, delicious looking lips, labia slightly parted, ending downwards in a tiny little bud. Alison swallowed what nectar she had collected in her mouth, rolling the juices around in her mouth to savour its flavour. Everything that had happened earlier came back to her, and she smiled happily as her mind remembered the images, sights, tastes, sounds and smells of a few hours ago. She wanted to reach up to suck on Katie's lips, to milk her pussy until she was as sore as Alison was and return the many favours she'd given her, so she tried to reach up and grab a hold of her friend's hips to give her head some leverage when she found that her arms were pinioned behind her head. She thought maybe that she'd been roped again, but she realized she'd probably positioned herself that way to make them more comfortable. Alison didn't realize until then that she was in an odd position, on her back with her legs splayed out past her head, dangling in mid air as though she was sitting on the ground trying to touch her toes, her feet slightly apart, and upside down. Katie was sitting on top of her thighs in a 69 position, which was how Alison was able to catch her fluids leaking out.

Katie had been slowly playing with her friend for almost an hour now, teasing, tasting her vaginal lips in every possible way with her tongue and fingers. Alison felt a finger moving in her bum, each time coming out with a wet *pop*, and it felt as though several other fingers were dancing on her pussy, tugging her puffy lips gently at first before tickling her clit with multiple finger tips, and finally the feeling of being filled up by many fingers. Each time Katie repeated this ritual, Alison spasmed slightly from a tiny orgasm. No wonder she was so sore; her body had been repeatedly attacked by her lover while she was sleeping!

Alison groaned loudly again. Katie stopped what she was doing, and turned her head around to look at her friend. "Hey sleepy head. Did you have a good nap?" she asked as she sucked Alison's juices off her fingers. Her lips widened into a big smile. "I hope I didn't wake you."

"Gosh Katie, you're making me so sore. If you were going to do that, at least wake me up next time so that I could enjoy the good parts," Alison blurted out with a smile. Did I just make dirty talk to my lesbian friend who had been eating my pussy and finger fucking me for the past few hours? It was so surreal.

"But where's the fun in that? Then you'd start moving and struggling, trying to get away." Katie's beautiful face briefly turned into a pained expression then back to her sexy smile. It was so quick that Alison thought she'd imagined it. "I had really hoped I could convince you that doing this with me wasn't so bad, but I didn't know how you'd react. You don't know how long I've wanted you. It took all of my persuasive skills to convince my parents and my little sisters to leave the house today." Katie had turned around to face Alison, their faces inches away. "You are so lovely." Her lips glistened with Alison's juices, and she pecked her on the lips so that Alison could taste herself. There was a hopeful but worried expression on Katie's face.

Taken aback for a moment, Alison had no idea until this afternoon that Katie was into girls, and much less that she was into her. She'd always thought the cheerleader was sexy, but she didn't know if that counted as attraction. Her heart was doing back flips as she thought about how Katie had made her feel, and staring into the depths of her eyes, she knew she had to say something. "I'm glad we're doing this," Alison said, and she was almost sure that she meant it. At this, Katie brightened up considerable, and began to kiss the nape of Alison's neck, making her squirm and moan. She nipped and sucked on the sensitive flesh there, and Alison wrapped her legs around Katie's waist, her hands running through her long, blonde hair, gasping for breath.

Katie whispered into Alison's ear, "I want to make you cum again," propping herself up with her arms as she slid down Alison's body. It took all of her willpower, but Alison stopped herself from letting Katie be the giver. She wanted very much to taste the source of her desire, and she wanted to do it now. "No, I want you to cum for me this time," Alison replied, rolling Katie onto her back. A quivering breath escaped Katie's mouth. "You don't have to," she said, so quietly it was barely audible. Katie was afraid of what would happen to her heart if she let Alison have her way with her. She could hardly believe that her fantasy had become a reality, so that she was scared that at any moment, she would wake up from this wonderful dream.

"I want to. I want you." That was all the convincing Katie needed, her self control abandoned with so few words from her new lover. Alison kissed Katie on the lips, letting their tongues tangle and dart around their mouths. Katie grabbed Alison's butt, squeezing and kneading the tight flesh there. Alison slapped Katie's hands away for fear of cumming from the way her pussy lips were being rubbed against each other; she wanted this to be all about her friend. The girls giggled and tickled each other, pressing and prodding one another's bodies until they had tiny red welts all over. Finally, Alison grabbed hold of Katie's wrists and held them above her head. She saw the rope on the nightstand, so she took it and tied Katie's wrists together expertly, keeping her friend's arms pinned down with her knees. Katie stuck her tongue out, managing to graze Alison's love button each time she licked upwards, making it very difficult for her to concentrate on tying the ropes. It took a full two minutes before she had it done properly, her body glistening with sweat as her pussy yearned for more contact, but she climbed down from where Katie could still lick her. She licked the honey that had leaked out of her and onto her friend's chest, then kissed her way to the top of her friend's thighs, sucking on the flesh there a moment. She looked up, and saw that Katie had closed her eyes, a blissful expression on her face.

Alison suddenly had an idea, and taking Katie's right leg, lifted it up so that it was positioned like her own when Katie was on top of her. This time, she threaded Katie's leg through her bound hands, and said, "Hold your leg up for me. And no slacking off, okay?" Katie nodded vigorously, complying with Alison's command. She would have done any if her friend asked her at that moment. "You're so beautiful down here," she said, scarcely believing what she was about to do. Katie opened her eyes and looked on with an eager expression on her face, wanting and willing Alison to give her what she wanted most. She didn't have to wait long.

Alison stared at the pretty pink folds in front of her, trying to lock this moment in time in her head. She knew that this would be a life changing experience, something she'd never thought in a million years that she'd be doing. The aroma emanating from Katie's sex wafted into Alison's nose, a deep, musky scent that smelled like heaven from up close. Katie shifted restlessly as she waited for her lover, but Alison wanted to take her time with her, so instead of beginning, she smiled up at Katie, licking her lips and wetting her fingers in her mouth. "Do you want my tongue inside you?" Alison asked, her face full of innocence and wonder as though she didn't really understand the task ahead of her.

"Yes, I want you inside me. Oh God, I want you," she groaned, shifting restlessly from side to side.

"Are you sure?" Alison mercilessly teased.

"Yes."

Alison raked her nails against the cheerleader's raised leg, sending chills down her spine. "What about this?" she asked, brushing her lips lightly against Katie's vertical lips. She watched, fascinated, as those tasty, pink folds quivered. Katie had to suppress a yelp of pleasure and frustration. Alison was learning very quickly from her. "Yes!" she said again.

"Say please."

"Please."

"Say pretty please."

"Pretty plea-" Katie never finished those words as Alison drove her tongue deep inside her pussy. This time, she yelped loud enough to send every pet in the neighbourhood scampering away in surprise. Alison felt the walls of Katie's vagina contract against her tongue, sucking it inside her. She kept pushing, opening her mouth as wide as she could to penetrate even deeper. Her nose nudged up against Katie's clit, sending shockwaves through her body. A yelp louder than the first burst forth from her throat. Alison loved the way the slick insides of Katie kept sucking on her tongue, and she laid there for a while, her tongue still inside the warm cavity. Slowly, she began to move her tongue in and out of Katie's pussy, which made an interesting squishing sound each time she did it. At the same time, she also pushed her nose up against Katie's love button, loving the way it slide up on the tip of her nose, then down again. Up and down, in and out. Katie was bucking her hips wildly against Alison's face, raising up to meet her lover's every move. She concentrated hard to keep her legs open, finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on anything else. Alison continued to tongue fuck her, darting in and out of Katie's honey pot while still trying to drink up as much of her now freely flowing rivulets of juices. As Katie came closer and closer to a huge orgasm, she started yelling Alison's name, urging her on until Alison felt an enormous contraction from the walls of Katie's vagina that threatened to suck her tongue right out of her mouth. Alison watched Katie's face contort into an expression of ecstasy, and not wanting to disappoint, sucked Katie's clit into her mouth while slipping two fingers inside her. Alison felt around the warm, slick insides of her friend, and found that as she rubbed her fingers against a ribbed patch of slippery flesh, more and more nectar would flow out of Katie. She kept at this for a while, sucking and rubbing, and Katie screamed from one earth shattering orgasm to another. This string of orgasms lasted for over two minutes, and when it was finally over, both Alison and Katie were spent.

Katie let her leg down, and curled up into a ball as she shook from all over. Alison's face was covered in her fluids but she didn't care, and she cleaned up the mess that had squirted out of her friend, drinking down all the sticky liquid until there was just a small patch left on the bed. She crawled up to Katie, holding her, kissing her neck and murmered sweet things until they both fell into a blissful sleep together.

**

It was night by the time Alison woke up. She lifted her arm from around Katie's waist and rubbed her eyes to clear her vision. They had been curled up in the same position as when she'd drifted off, on her side with her chest pressed up against her lover. Katie had a contented look on her face, her arms folded up to her chest, long legs curled up and crossed at the ankles. Alison loved the warmth emanating from Katie's form, and hugged her close to her chest once again. She laid soft kisses along Katie's neck and shoulder, which elicited a soft murmur from her. How the day could have changed so suddenly in only a few hours. Alison's heart welled up with an emotion she'd never known before, and she wanted to lie there with her friend forever. A soft ticking behind her made her turn her head.

The clock on the nightstand read 9:39. Oh no, she thought, she'd completely forgotten about the time. Alison's heart beat hard as panic rose in her chest. She rolled away from Katie's still asleep body, ready to pull her clothes on and run off back to her house. She'd told her parents about her plan for the day, but she'd also told them that she'd be back before supper time, and it was way past that point. Where are my clothes, she wondered as she rummaged around on the floor in the dark. Katie undressed her while she was passed out, so she had no idea where they could be. There didn't seem to be anything nearby, the only clothing being the bra and panties Katie had been wearing. Alison stopped for a moment, plucking the dainty pieces of fabric up and holding them to her nose. The scent of Katie's girl cum still lingered on them, and despite the worry, she took the time to relish in its sweetness. Her mouth flooded with saliva. She put Katie's panties in her mouth, sucking on the dried panties. Was that gross of her? Alison wasn't sure, but she also realized that she didn't care too much about it. If only she'd had more time, she could go to the source of that heavenly nectar and feed herself until she was full.

Not knowing what else to do, she turned to Katie, shaking her gently in the shoulder. Katie woke at a snail's pace. She stretched her arms and legs into the air, then laid down on the bed again, her arms and legs splayed out like a starfish. "Katie," Alison whispered into her ear. When she got no response, she called out her friend's name more insistently. A sleepy, "Mmmm?" then, "come back to bed sweetie." Getting more frustrated now, Alison shook her friend again.




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"What is it?" Katie asked, finally turn her head to look at Alison. Her long hair spread out in a tousled tangle around her, her eyes trying to focus on the figure casting a shadow over her.

"I have to go. I told my parents that I was going to be back by three! I'm six hours late, they're going to be worried sick." Seeing the panic in Alison's eyes, Katie giggled before pulling Alison on top of her to kiss her. Alison moaned softly as Katie's tongue wriggled around in the soft interior of her mouth, which made her pussy tingle with excitement, briefly forgetting how much trouble she was in. With an effort, she pulled back, pushing Katie away.

"Don't worry, I called your parents and told them that you were going to sleep over at my house tonight," Katie said. "That was after you passed out on me the first time," she added, reaching around to pinch Alison in the butt.

Alison sighed with relief. And here she thought she was going to get yelled at because she'd stayed out so late. Her parents had been very adamant that she was punctual about getting home, especially in the evening since she was at that ripe young age when teenagers were prone to do stupid things in the night time with their friends (or boyfriends, as they would have thought). Luckily for them, she didn't have a boyfriend, and she guessed that she wouldn't want one for a while. Unluckily for them, she'd found someone even better to play and do stupid things with.

As Alison got lost in her thoughts, Katie got out of bed, coming up behind her naked friend to hug her. Her hands were still tied, so she had to reach up and over Alison's head to get into the hug. Realizing the opportunity, Katie pushed her feet against the insides of Alison's legs, spreading them wide. As she ground her body into her friend with a gyrating motion, Katie reached up with her right leg and put her foot on the bed between Alison's thighs so that she could grind her knee against Alison's sex. Alison gasped at the sudden intrusion, and her pussy immediately began to leak with arousal. "I'm going to make you cum so hard and so many times, you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow. You're going to have the best time of your life, and I'm not going to let you go until you beg me to stop." Katie said with a seductiveness that made Alison weak in the knees.

Katie delivered on her promise, and more. She was a flurry of tongues and fingers, of a pulsating, energetic body that couldn't be stopped. She tasted every part of Alison's body, wetting every nook and cranny with her saliva, and when Alison thought she couldn't physically take any more, Katie kept going until her arms were numb and her mouth was raw. Katie knew that this was a night to remember, and she kept Alison on edge for hours upon hours, sometimes as acting as the recipient, but mostly as the giver, and she wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Her heart swelled as the night wore on, and though Alison didn't know it, Katie had fallen madly and desperately in love with her. She gave Alison everything she could give, threw out the book and rewrote the rules. Night became morning, and when the sun rose to flood its warmth into the bed chamber, the girls had become a tangle of arms and legs sticky with sweat and girl cum. Katie swore her love for Alison, and though neither knew what the future held, they would always remember this one night, a night of all-consuming lust, youthful innocence, and dirty, dirty secrets.

End.



Bound



His strong, sure hands strap the soft wrist and ankle cuffs on my willing body. I shiver as I wait to be bound by him for the first time. My wrists have been clipped together, but never has he tied me to the bed like this. 

Naked, I lay there and wait quietly, feeling shivers race up and down my body. I feel the ropes pulling my arms up away from my body, then the ones on my ankles spreading my legs wider apart. I am on my back, my bare breasts exposed, my half shaved pussy available and open.

This is what I have dreamed of with him. To trust this much, to know that, even though I am bound, I am utterly safe in his care. I feel my nipples puckering in the cool bedroom. The lights are dim, a scented candle burning nearby. 

He sits in the chair by the bed, just looking at me. I gaze back, my eyes soft and warm, yet shimmering with excitement. His eyes travel the length of me, examining every inch. I feel the shyness well up, but I know there is nothing I can do to stop his looking at me, not now, as I lay there wrapped in his bonds. I feel the invisible bonds as well, from his heart to mine. They grow ever stronger with each time we are together.

His eyes seem to burn into mine as he stares directly into them. It amazes me how with just a look, he takes me to the place I belong; the place I go as his beloved pet, his sweet angel.

He stands up again, and moves close to me. His hand runs down my body, touching the silken skin. He reaches for a blindfold made of smooth black satin, and he slips it around my head, then pulling it down over my eyes. I feel the welcome darkness surround me. Somehow its easier to submit when I am blindfolded. It removes some of my shyness, my restraint, allowing me to yield more completely. 

He leaves the room briefly. I hear his footsteps, then the sound of a special tape we always listen to when he takes possession of my body. I can listen to the tape over and over when he is away, feeling myself slip one notch down into my submission just hearing it, remembering his touch. 

Again, I feel him standing close to me. Suddenly, I feel the burning sensation of ice on my puckered nipples, then the icy water dripping down the sides. As he pulls the ice away, the next sound I hear is his lighter, then the scent of a candle. I shiver all over, knowing this is something we have not tried as of yet. 

I tremble as I wait for the hot wax to sear my skin. The sweet anticipation is like a drug running through my system. I find myself arching up, offering my breasts to him. 

I groan as the first drops hit me. I swear I can hear them sizzle as they land on my bare skin. Little bites of pain as the heat touches me make me moan again. I groan louder as once again the ice is pressed against my nipples. The contrast to the fire and the ice is arousing and intense. 

Again and again, he alternates the sensations until my breasts are coated in the white wax. He runs the ice cube around the sensitive underside. I feel the goose bumps race over my entire body. 

I feel his hand reach between my open legs, a thick blunt finger probing into me. I blush at how wet I am, knowing he can feel it. There is no hiding from this man. 

Both hands then reach for my breasts, breaking and removing the hardened wax from me. I can feel my nipples, rigid and so hard under the wax. He pinches them lightly, and the next sensation is the cold steel of the nipple clamps. He fits them to my throbbing breasts, the clamps squeezing the nipples gently, then harder as he adjusts them. I feel the cold chain that connects them draped on my stomach. 

His warm hands begin to massage my body, slowly, exquisitely. Little whimpers are all the sound I can make. I concentrate on the heat of his hands, the strength, the gentleness as they massage me. He is a true study in contrasts to me. Sometimes savagely rough with my body, other times sweetly gentle. And all without my saying a word, his knowledge of my body exceeding mine at times.

The first swat on my breasts takes me by surprise. I cry out, then shudder as the pain registers. Again and again, his hands slap them, first one, then the other. When I think I cannot endure one more slap, he moves down to focus between my legs. His perfectly aimed swats on my inner thighs and mound make me squirm on the bed. The tugging on the bonds is incredible. The delicious trapped feeling is overwhelming. 

As I writhe for him, he brings me once again to my limit of pain. Just as I am forming my safe word, he stops and begins to massage my shaven lips. It takes my breath away. His fingers probe between them, encountering the slick wetness he has aroused in me. His words of praise and encouragement send me climbing towards sweet release. 

The multitude of stimuli pounds through my body. My nipples are throbbing and burning from the clamps, my skin tender and hot from the swats. I can feel my clit hardening and swelling as he massages it slowly. I whimper as he removes his hand.

I hear the gentle buzz of my vibrator. He runs it over my body, making me chase it. My body bucks and arches, trying to maintain contact with it. I hear his soft chuckle, and know that he is enjoying this as much as I am. He knows what I crave. 

He slides the humming smooth instrument of pleasure down between my legs, letting it settle between my puffy lips. I arch my hips up, trying to get it directly on my clit. He slowly slides it into me, and holds it there. 

"Take what you need," he says in a low voice.

His quiet permission allows me to start to grind my hips against it. I push down, getting the tip to push on that magic spot deep inside me. I groan as I find it. I can feel the orgasm begin to build, spreading out over my body from the contact with the humming 

vibrator. My arms are straining at the ropes, my legs rigid from trying to spread wider apart. He holds it firmly against me, then reaches with his other hand to massage circles around my pulsating clit. 

I climb higher, higher, reaching now, wanting to cum so badly. He stops.

I shudder and slump on the bed. I feel his warm mouth against my wet heat. He sucks steadily on me, pulling that swollen bud into his mouth. He lifts his head, and tells me to cum. 

As his mouth returns to me, it starts. A deep, rolling thundering, orgasm, seemingly ripped from inside me. He shakes his head roughly as he keeps up the pressure, and I buck repeatedly against his mouth. The waves of pure pleasure wash over me, and he relentlessly does not stop.

Twice more he brings me to release, my whole body shaking and trembling. He reaches up and removes the clamps, and I scream. His hands immediately begin to massage them slowly, giving me the exquisite pleasure/pain combination he knows I love. My back arches, pushing them into his hands more. 

He makes a final lick at my wetness, then moves up to kiss me, never losing touch with my breasts. His lips and tongue and beard are soaked with the taste of my own juices. He shares them with me, an intimate gesture of sensuality. 

As my body begins to calm down, he releases me from the bonds and massages my wrists and ankles. I feel the muscles in my legs and stomach still quivering from the powerful orgasms. 

He lays down beside me, cradling me in his strong arms. The peace and contentment spreading through me like honey, I feel limp and boneless in his embrace. 

"I love you, Master," I say breathlessly. He kisses the top of my head, and I feel safe, knowing my gift of submission is a cherished part of our relationship. He allows me to rest, knowing there is more to come.

*

Bound by Cathy O'Niel copyright 2009



Bound



The thrill of it all eventually won out over trust. She did trust him but; there just seemed to be an undertone of helplessness within her. Helpless to ward of being subdued; especially as an alpha female that exuded sexual confidence. Sex was always mutually enjoyed but; to be bound to his whims only, would be very different. 

Straining against her bonds she knew she was secured. Tight enough that she could flex her arms and legs a bit without being uncomfortable. She watched his face as he fastened each ankle and made sure the silken ties weren't too tight. Her hands weren't suspended above her head and he kissed her heartily as he worked from one side of the bed to the next. The suspense started when he covered her naked form with the sheet and placed the blind fold over her eyes. She was now sealed for his deal. The sounds she could hear in the room were normal. But the light fabric lying on her skin intensified her excitement as she moved slightly in squirming anticipation. That ended abruptly when he tore the sheet in a single motion and the coolness of the room caressed her.

Totally vulnerable; she could feel his eyes touching her and she liked it. But; the feeling was halted by a physical touch. Where in the hell he got it she would ask later; for the feathery touches she was now feeling actually came from a feather. In single grazing motions her neck, arms and chin were assaulted first.  As each place was touched in turn a raised trail of goose bumps appeared instantaneously. Every erogenous zone was erect before the feather ever came close to her nipples and the lips of her pleasure canal. Her body and mind wanted to run headlong into more pleasure but her restraints held her in check. Now covered in his desires she merely cooed with satisfaction. Until the feather left and her breath was taken away.

The ice cube touched her lips first and she sucked in cold air and moisture in a gasp. Suddenly; light headed, she laid back into the pillows deeper as a moist trail began to criss cross he wanting skin. Each cube seemed to melt faster than the next as her skin became inflamed with passion. Her torso, thighs, knees and shin relished in his attentions. Both her breasts seemed to stand at overt attention and did not succumb as he circled them in turn and unison. Her clit burned for attention and was rewarded even with its waning patience. Covered now in erotic steam; a whisper from her lips, pierced her own fog.

Yes.

The cool sensations that had been created quickly melted away as his kisses descended upon her. Every muscle; still firm, pushed her skin forward to imbibe on its own. The heat of his lip prints faded only to be covered again with another. She pierced the silence of her own ecstasy when he began to blow on the kisses before he left them behind. An outward guttural gasp exclaimed the feeling of her whole body. 

Before another could come she was muted to silent bliss. His tongue entered her to its fullest length and her womb quaked. This was the first time she strained against her bonds. Wanting to jump out of her skin was not possible and she pulled the silken restraints to their limits as she felt his smile crease against her vertical lips. Her eyes rolled and eyelashes fluttered beneath her mask and she was almost relieved to release pre orgasm juice into his awaiting mouth. Even the slurping sounds coming from his mouth didn't deaden the flow that seemed to come from every square inch of her wanton flesh. She could still feel the sweetness of her essence flow against here tender parts when his face left on its next conquest.

She had not realized how hungry she had become until their lips touched. She gnawed at him and tried to consume him. The sweetness of her nectar on his mouth was a mere appetizer for her feast. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and they shared a common breath. Hovering above her on all fours did not avail her mind on what her mouth now craved. Hard or soft was of no concern to her as she finally spoke in a language he could understand.

I want a taste.

Feeling his knees move to the side of her ribcage she paid no heed or even cared where his hands were going to go. Her lips parted for the reception and her tongue waved. She greeted his stiffness warmly as the head of his shaft glided past her teeth. As his length advanced she sucked him as fast as she could. Bobbing her head slowly on his knob was accelerating as he made love to her mouth but; it was only creating another source of turmoil within her. Each time she went down on him her hips arched ever higher. Her pussy angrily pleaded for a sampling of the morsel engulfed within her face. The raw furor rose to a crescendo when she almost bucked him off of her chest and his penis fell away to her chin. The beginning of her mental undoing started when the first touch of his dick was heralded between her legs.

In her gapping wetness he entered her. Every ounce of her ravenous lust wanted to pull him into her and lock him in place. For the second time the tethers were drawn taut. With long and slow rhythm he used her as his glory hole and she was in all her glory. As he bent down to lick her tits her whole body made love back. All relevance to time and space was pushed away. Their bodies were intertwined and both souls were linked. The choice to go to the other side of reality was taken from her in a movement of new purpose.

Shifting away from her; she could not hold onto him, but he needed no help. With the slack available in the ties he was able to place her narrow hips within the cradle of his lap. With his hand on her hip he was able to replace himself into her smooth wetness with the other, and drove himself home. Her whole body became the apex of their shared carnal appetites. When he probed her enough to find that spot he just didn't caress it, he made an example of it.  Her thoughts were now in disarray and it was like someone else was screaming. Her first spasm was a convulsion of her very being and was not interrupted by his contractions inside of her. As strand after stand of man milk seeped into her; the tremors sent quivers over to of quivers.

They still ebbed in a conjugal joining as the frantic again became calm. As he reached back he loosened her ankles first and she could clearly see behind the mask. Even without being able to see his face she knew; she would be bound to him for all time. 

jeff g © 2010



Bound



As you step through the bedroom door you spot a rose on the bed and your pulse quickens. Walking over to it you pick it up and breathe in its fragrance. Placing the rose back down you pick up the parchment note that was beneath it.

"I will be home at 6:30. I expect you to be showered and ready when I get home."

These simple words start your mind treading down a wonderful path. Your nipples begin to tighten in anticipation. Glancing at the bedside clock you see that there is just enough time to thoroughly prepare. You slip out of your clothes, leaving your dress and underwear as little puddles on your way to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and let the water warm up before slipping over to the closet to select clothes for the evening.

Your face breaks into a sly smile as you pick out a black lace thong that would leave nothing to the imagination of anyone who saw you in it. You place a matching strapless front clasping bra on the counter next to the wispy panty and slide into the shower.

The steam melts away the cares of the day as you wash your hair and lather your body. You slowly and carefully shave your legs and then make sure that the area around your slowly moistening center is neat and clean.

After toweling yourself dry you slip into your chosen outfit and check the time. The clock reads 6:25 as you lie down on the bed. Reaching into the drawer on your nightstand you bring out a red sleeping mask that leaves you completely blinded while it's worn. Slipping it over your head and adjusting the band you start to wait.

Time seems to tick by so slowly and you are intimately aware of the growing tingles in your nipples as well as the continued moistening of your innermost self as your anticipation grows. You long to slide your fingers down over your mound to touch yourself but you hold yourself back knowing that I do not want you to start alone.

Suddenly you hear the garage door opening then shutting and your anticipation builds to new levels. You hear my footsteps down the hall and try to strike a seductive pose on the bed. Your arousal causes you to slowly wriggle on the bed as I step into the room. You are unable to see me but clearly imagine my smile as I gaze upon your wanton form on the bed.

"Ahh, that's exactly what I had in mind" you hear me say. You listen to me moving around the room and tremble, waiting for me to join you on the bed.

"Did you have a good day?" you ask to break the silence.

"It was ok but is definitely looking up" I reply.

A gentle touch on your right ankle is the first your body feels from me and even this touch causes a renewed tingle throughout your body. You can feel the welcome strap softly encasing your angle and then hear the snaps close. Warm hands move to your other leg and a similar restraint is placed around your left ankle.

My fingers trail up your leg and your side, drawing little circles over your skin as I walk up the side of the bed towards your hands. Your left wrist is the first one to be captured and as I apply the cuff your excitement builds.

I slowly walk back down the bed and then up the other side, probing fingers touching your body sending sensual waves of excitement coursing up and down your body. After attaching the last restraint to your right wrist the touching stops.

You let out a small whimper at the loss of my touch and follow me back to the bottom of the bed with your ears. Once I am in place you feel the restraints on your ankles and wrists being slowly drawn towards the corners of the bed leaving you completely spread. You can feel the warmth and wetness between your legs and you know that I can see how ready you are.

You hear me walk back towards the head of the bed and then my lips gently touch yours. Our kiss begins as soft as a feather but quickly builds in intensity as your passion rises further and further.

I step back and say "I'm going to go get a bite to eat, don't go anywhere" and quickly walk out of the room. The last you hear of me is the bedroom door closing.



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It was dark in her room. As dark as the raised ink of her newest tattoo. Making it all the more dark was the blindfold that pressed against her eyelids, forcing her lids to remain closed. Yet still she could sense that he was in the room, perhaps close by, perhaps leaning over her nearly naked body. The slow burn of the panic looming just over her horizon was intense. She could hear his breath, slow but deeply husky, as he moved around the room. This game had gotten serious then, and she wasn't sure she knew all the rules. In some animal part of her brain, she savored that thought. But it was hard to keep down the panic that threatened to engulf her. Her brain savagely raped her mind. The intellect is not always stronger than the emotional mind. But thus far he had not touched her.

Well, that wasn't completely true. He had touched her. How else could her hands have become bound above her head? And she had lain there and allowed it. No, begged for it. She was furious; with herself, with this man she barely knew, and with the situation now so seemingly out of her control. Had she really wanted this?

Her hands were held up over her head by soft silk straps of unknown design. During her morning ablutions in front of the mirror, she often held her arms up over her head, glancing at her breasts and how they somehow seemed more full and engorged in that pose. She knew she must look lovely, but she despised the thought that the position had been imposed upon her. She had been posed. Yet the straps held firm, not biting or aching but not yielding either.

She noticed with some trepidation that her legs were free. What could that mean? Though the ball gag stopped her from screaming, she could kick. And why had she not? What was it in her mind and body that somehow craved this lack of control? Again the anger rose and tamped down her fear. At least that helped clear her head.

She had met the man several weeks ago, an evening business mixer providing the stage. It wasn't the drinks – she had had only the two glasses of wine, not nearly enough to be truly drunk. It was his eyes. The look he gave her that reflected back all of her inner passion and sensuality. That look of intellectual benevolence and charm that kept her talking, long after her "elevator pitch" was delivered and done. He knew her somehow, though that was impossible; they had just met. His eyes were her mirror to her passions.

Yet he did know her from that first glance across the hotel ballroom. She felt that as intensely as anything she had ever known. He was aware of her. All of her. Her desires, passions, hopes, feelings of inadequacy and loss. All of it. And it made her weak. And angry. How could he have this intimate knowledge of her without her permission! He had no right! And why was she so drawn to him? So much so that she continued to seek him out at meeting after meeting for weeks. She was intrigued by this man and his innate sensitivities. 

God knew she could have any man she wanted. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her beauty had grown and matured as she moved through her years. She was no longer what she considered young. But she was now more beautiful than women 10 or 20 years her junior. She had the ability to play the cougar and have wild love sessions with men still in college. And she blew the minds of these young studs. More mature men her own age found her irresistible for her experience and the hard won loveliness of her amazing body. She worked hard to keep herself this way, and it showed.

He, on the other hand, was no one's idea of the porcelain statuesque god. He was no ogre, but he was not as tall nor as fit as some younger men. He was a man of business and his time was valuable. He only rarely spent it in a gym, and his physique was not high on his priority list. He was no young stud, but his power and strength were undeniable.

But those eyes... He held the weight of the world in them. And he certainly held her with them. So she sought him out, again and again.

This evening started innocently enough, back at the same hotel ballroom where she first met him. It was another business networking mixer, and of course he was there promoting his trade. She found herself drawn to him as he entered the room. In fact the eyes of many women were inexplicably drawn toward the portal through which he appeared. It was as if he possessed some power or exuded some rare pheromone.

He bypassed the throng of business women (and men of course) and made his way toward her. He was like an arrow drawn to its mark and ready to pierce its skin. He reached out to grasp her hand, and as his long fingers touched her wrist it sent shudders down her lower back. His smile was bright and welcoming, and his eyes bore into her and touched areas she barely knew existed. She noted that he inhaled as he did so, deeply, and if he was breathing her in.

He chatted her up for what seemed forever and yet only a moment. She did not recall what either of them said, so enveloped was she by his gaze. She knew she would have him. She was a tigress in bed and in preparation for bed. If she wanted a man, he knew he was wanted and was always willing to be taken. The willing prey. She was a powerful business leader too, and no authority was given to any one in any situation not of her making. She chose when she led and when she gave up this lead. It was simply the way she was made. Strong. Resilient. Powerful. Lustful. And in charge. 

Always.

But something about this particular man made her tremble. She knew she could let herself go and fall into him. This was dangerous for her, yet it thrilled her nonetheless. Her feelings made her nervous to be near him, and incapable of walking away – though leaving would undoubtedly have been the wisest decision for her.

Whoever had chosen to have this meeting in a hotel had given fate a leg up. They were mere steps from the bar to the elevator. And the key fit the lock.

She now understood. The denial of her complicity in her current position was false. She knew. She may not have wanted to admit that she allowed herself to be bound by a man she hardly knew, but here she was. Bound to the headboard, and naked but for the new black and red panties she had bought especially for this night. She had worn them to make herself feel precious, whether or not anything happened between them. The panties rode high on her hips, showing off her hot body to its best display. The panties were expensive too, their black lace hand-woven with red silk ribbon. Her pussy, shaved clean for this encounter, gave perfection to the line the panties drew on her moistening pelvic mound.

So she gasped when she felt, as much as heard, the rip of the fine lace as it was sliced through by a sharp blade. He had done this, violently cut the last vestige of her modesty from her. And somehow it not only released her pussy from its bindings, but something in her heart and mind as well. She growled through the gag that inhibited her speech. A low guttural sound that seemed to come from deep within her. It must have had some profound effect on the man as well, for he reached up and gently removed the gag from her mouth.

"I want to be able to hear your passion" he nearly hissed at her.

Her first reaction was to scream at him, something foul and vile to let him know she despised being this controlled. And still she could not. The gag was gone, but something restrained her from playing the role of proud and injured schoolgirl. She chose the part she would play, and responded in kind. "What are you going to do to me?"

He smiled as he removed the blindfold and intoned, "So you want to play this out, eh? Sooo happy to oblige." 

As she opened her eyes and they began to adjust to the dim light of the room, she saw that he too was naked. And his cock was engorged and straining upwards toward the sky. It was not huge – she had been with many men who had longer members – but it was exciting and she knew he could satisfy her. And the most exhilarating part was that he was hard as stone, and all because of her. His eyes radiated that hot energy that had so drawn her to him in the first place. He wanted her. And badly.

He crept up beside the bed and lowered himself to his knees. His height was all in his torso, so he still rose above her as she lay there bound and waiting. He stared into her eyes, his passion and desire for her more apparent than even his rigid cock could impart. He slowly, methodically, worked his scrutiny up her arms to view the binding that held her helpless. She knew from the look in his eyes and the grin on his face that he approved. She was not always as self-assured as her outward demeanor would predict, and his pleasure at viewing her body emboldened her.

Slowly, meticulously, he drifted his vision back down along her arms and stopped short where they joined her torso. He gently moved his face toward her until it was raised just slightly above this sensitive area. He breathed in, taking in her scent from this most intimate of zones. It made his heart race to smell her musk and to sense how eager she was for his touch. She actually exuded the scent of lust. It was an animal thing that now bound them.

He nuzzled her at the pits of her arms, and growled at the lust she aroused in him. Gently he raised his hands next to his face to place his fingers ever so lightly on the side of her breast. The man grazed his tender touch around the curve of her pulsing breast, up and under its full and gracious lobe. The "stranger" lifted her breast, gently cupping it and pressing it against his face. The captive's pulse quickened yet again, and her breath stuck as she gasped from his ministrations. She felt she had never been this aroused and anxious.

His mouth soon followed behind his hand's exploration as he smelled and eagerly mouthed the swell of her breast. It was exceedingly warm under the full mound of her upper womanhood, and the scents drove him even further into frenzy. His fingers reached out to her other breast and lightly brushed over the nipple, already distended and hard. He softly yet confidently gave the stretched nipple a squeeze, causing her to yelp in pain-laced pleasure. And as the woman adjusted to that pressure, he surprised her yet again by taking her other nipple into his mouth and sucking it strongly. He did not use his teeth, but the exquisite pressure from his tongue and lips caused her to arch her back and moan.

While his tongue continued to circle and caress her inflamed nipple, his hand moved down her belly. She worried sometimes when she was with a new lover if he would find fault in what she considered to be "her flaws". But to this lover, no flaw or fault could be detected. So enchanted was he by the way she filled his senses, all of his senses, that he could not imagine a more perfect partner. Not even from Olympus itself.

The aggressor smiled at the feel of her belly, the curves at the sides where her torso became her thighs and eventually led to her deepest secrets. He knew he would reach her core soon enough and so he withdrew. The predator turned prey gasped again as his touch freed itself from her body. Somehow, against all her will, a squeaky "no" escaped from her lips. This sound was so lost and wanton she hardly recognized it as her voice.

"Don't worry my sweet, I'm not going far." He retreated to the side table and found the glass of sweet white wine he had brought up from the bar. It was still cool, and the condensation dripping from the sides of the glasses was reminiscent of another scene not far from his post. He could see, even in this dim light, the sheen that had arisen on her legs from the exertions of her body's climb towards ecstasy. And he was well aware that the languid drips from her pussy, awash in the juices of her arousal, would be there as well.

"Would you like a cool sip to quench your thirst my dear?" he asked? "I know it won't sate your hunger, but perhaps we can wet your lips to match the rest of you" he chuckled menacingly.

"Y-y-yes please" the woman managed to squeak out in that same alien voice.

The man leaned down towards her as he took another sip from the wine glass. This sip he held in his mouth as he leaned down over her. He brought his mouth to hers, both of them slightly parting their lips to allow the cool sweet nectar to flow between them. It gurgled among them, dripping a bit down the sides of her mouth. This last he gladly lapped up with his tongue, darting it in and out and around her hungry mouth.

"A bit better my sweet?" he teased.

To which she could only trill, "m-o-o-o-rrre..." He obliged.

He set down the glass and went back to play. He straddled her, slowly allowing his incredibly erect cock to push up against her soaking wet clit. She shuddered nearing an instantaneous release she could not withstand. He continued his slide over her though and onto the bed beside her. He began to reach out for her prone and helpless body. This time he brought his mouth and his tongue down directly on that most sensitive of lines, just along the side of her thigh as it cleaves into her pubic mound. The scent and taste from this very erogenous zone immediately overtook the flavor of the wine and filled him once again with longing for her.

But it was a feint, and he switched his moves quickly back to her long and supple legs. He had seen her legs numerous times before if course. She always wore somehow modest yet erotic skirts to her business meetings. Or perhaps it was just the nearly perfect shape and tone of her legs that made her clothes look that way. He would always remember, as if he had once seen a picture now long destroyed, the shine of the sex sweat on her legs. He would consume it with all the desire he felt throughout his body.

His hands and his mouth moved over her legs, darting from one to another and back again, feeling, tasting, licking, wondering and wandering in her beauty and eroticism. He could spend days simply exploring her thighs. But that would deny the calling he felt from closer to her middle. Her pheromones were strong too, and he knew he could not wait much longer.

So ever so slowly, ever so gradually, he inched his way softly back towards her now wet and pulsing vulva. He knew that the taste he would find there would be as rich as butter and as sweet as honey. And yet he did not rush to indulge his oral fantasies. He first moved the slightly roughened pads of his fingers across her outer lips. They glided smoothly across, so wet was she and her pussy shaved to a slick finish. He used his skilled fingertips to lightly spread her lips and pull them back from her clit.

Her clit itself was now engorged and raised up to meet his touch. Deftly he pulled back the hood and pressed gentle circles onto her aroused clitoris. She arched her back as if in spasm of pain, though he knew well there was no negativity in her response. Her cry was only muffled by the shock of its own intensity.

Finally, and with a slow, reckless, hopeless acceleration, he devoured her pussy with his mouth. The man was nearly engulfed by her sex, licking and sucking, probing and reaching, desperately trying to consume her very soul. She writhed beneath him, her legs and thighs wrapping around his neck, back and shoulders, trying to pull his entire being into her. The sounds made by both of them filled the room with desire and lust. And still he went on.

And just when she thought she could take no more and might well explode, she did. In a miasma of ecstasy and orgasm that flexed every muscle in her body and every fiber of her being. Her cries could no longer be suppressed and she did not care who heard her. She was barely still in the room in fact, so transcended was she by the sheer force of her climax. It seemed to go on and on and on some more. Her back arched, pulling muscles and straining ligaments she would no doubt feel for days to come. She came and came until she thought she would burst from the joy. And still the waves pored over here, unending as those at the shoreline.

Until finally, mercifully, the tide receded and she lay back, spent as never before. She sighed, groaned through her lingering pleasure, and met his gaze with eyes that said barely more than her body had already expressed. He was pleased by her response to his loving caresses. It made him feel fully a man as nothing in his business world ever would or could. Slowly he rose over her, reaching once again for the blindfold used before to such perfect effect. He once again reached it around her head and secured it, blocking her vision from him.

She continued to hear him moving about the room, shuffling, breathing, grunting through unknown exertion. Until after a few minutes, his movements ceased and his breathing stilled.

"See you at next months' meeting?" he whispered with a smile as he sliced open the silk bonds and turned to leave the room. "I think it will be my turn."



Bound



Outside temperatures soared into triple digits as the promised heatwave finally took hold of the city, leaving the basement bedroom the only suitable, habitable place in the entire house. It was dark and cool, smelling of antique furniture and laundry detergent, but it was the kind of place where, when the lights were out, things could get oppressive.

This was where he'd taken her that night, under cover of twilight, through the still-sweltering backyard, between notes of night birds and cicadas floating on heated zephyrs around their bodies. She was slung in his arms, passed out cold. 

Good and quiet, he thought as he swung open the door to the house, careful not to let the neighbours see.

Now, what seemed like an eternity later, he surveyed his handiwork. She lay on her side, panting and out of breath, sweat drenching her hairline and the collar of her silk blouse to run down between her heavy breasts. She was, in a word, beautiful now that she was bound and gagged, helpless in his presence. 

He'd started where he always started: with her hands. She was still out of it when he flipped her on her stomach and took her by the wrists, wrenching them behind her back to twist and wind a very long coil of thick white nylon rope around her. He made five loops around before finishing it off, making sure it was nice and tight, with no possible chance of escape.

Taking a short spreader bar from the drawer beneath the bed, he quickly fastened it between her arms, just above her elbows, drawing her arms back and forcing her delicious breasts up and out, straining against the fabric of her top and the constrictive bra underneath.

Jesus Christ, those tits! he thought as he felt his cock twitch. Watched her bound form taking shape, he had an idea. Using some of the length of rope still dangling from her tethered wrists, he began to wrap it around and around her body just above her elbows in the back and underneath her breasts in the front. Twice around the body was just enough; he crossed over and up and ran them around over the top of her breasts, sandwiching them pendulously between the bands of white nylon.

Immensely satisfied with the sight, he tied a secure knot to hold the long length of rope in place and brought it straight down her back, leaving it there in a pile behind her until he needed it again.

Arms fixed behind her, he decided to work on her legs. For this, he enjoyed using his standby roll of black electrical tape; the shiny, wet-look kind that made him think of PVC and latex and all kinds of kinky, fetishistic things. The mere thought of it made his cock twitch again, trapped as it was within the button fly of his 501s. He unrolled a length as long as his arm, groaning lightly at the sight of it glistening in the dim light from the small window in the corner, and fastened it firmly to her knee, pressing his palm hard against her flesh to ensure adequate contact. He had finished two loops around both knees, coupling them as tightly as he felt he could, when Sleeping Beauty finally awoke.

The great thing about the basement was that it was virtually soundproof. He had been doing this for so long down there and never once had he been suspected of anything. Now, as his supine beauty began to panic and squirm, he knew her weak cries for help would do her no good.

Still, it wasn't doing him any good to have her thrashing about on the bed. Even in her restrictive position, she would be impossible to control. He had to do something. He threw himself on top of her, effectively flattening her against the bed, and held his hand over her mouth to silence her cries.

"You're going to shut up, do you understand?" he menaced.

She mewled against his palm, and he pressed it tighter.

"Do you understand me?" he asked again.

Tears began to run from her eyes, smearing her dark mascara. He loved it when that happened. His hips pressed into the tightly-bound juncture of her thighs, just above the knee bind he'd just fixed; his fully erect cock pulsed against her, sheathed not only within its denim prison but also between those plump thighs. He groaned inwardly and, with his free hand, reached into the same drawer from which he'd produced the spreader bar and brought up a long strip of fine black lace. He scrunched it up into a ball, smiling into her crying eyes as he showed her the wad, nearly two inches in diameter. She fretted, trying to twist her head away from his grasp. But with swiftness he barely knew he possessed, he lifted his hand away and shoved the fabric within her mouth, muffling her cries. In an instant, he'd peeled away another strip of tape and was binding it over her lips, left to right, not stopping until he'd made two trips around her head, but careful enough to not catch her hair under it. 

He liked it when the hair was free. All the more to grab on to. 

He patted the slight bulge where the fabric stuck out of her tiny mouth, pressing down just enough that she gagged a little. He chuckled. "Good girl," he whispered while she struggled to make any sound at all beneath her muzzle.

He stood up again, surveying his work thus far. The white silk shirt and black skirt she'd been wearing was a perfect, beautiful contrast to the white of the nylon, the black of the tape. Her black hair, even, fanning out against the white bedspread, reminded him of something he'd seen in an old erotica magazine. A Bettie Page type scene, shot in crisp black and white. Her arms trussed up so tight behind her, and her breasts jutting out between the rope, and the sight of her tightly bound mouth was enough right there to make him explode. But he wasn't through just yet.

Using the last of the rope dangling behind her wrists, he pulled on her torso, arching her back even more as he started lashing her delicate ankles together with the free end. He got ten wrap-arounds out of the rope, and even managed to get a few circles around the bottoms of her shiny black leather pumps and the tops of her feet, before he ran the end up and around the bind widthwise and hitched it together so securely he wasn't sure how he'd even be able to undo it.

And finally: there she was. Bound and gagged and at his mercy. He smiled in spite of himself as he admired his own handiwork.

The girl had rolled herself onto her stomach, her feet and calves lifted in the air by the improvised hogtie he'd rigged. He used one hand to push her back over so she rested on her side, looking up at him imploringly. He wanted to keep her that way, and she seemed far too energetic for his liking to just leave her like that without risking another turn-over. 

Grabbing a shorter length of rope this time, he circled her waist once, tightly across her wrists behind her, before fastening the ends to an eye-hook in the wall adjacent to the mattress. Now, when she tried to roll away, she found herself unable to move; her panicked expression and the cries from her throat let him know she didn't like it one bit. 

An added effect was that the tension in the rope leading to her ankles pulled on her legs, arching them back even further; she now made a lovely C-shape, pulled backward as she was.

There were only a few things left to do. 

He straddled her waist, pressing his knee against the breast mound he'd created. She moaned underneath him, the sound incredibly sexier as it muffled against the gag in her mouth. He leaned forward, until his face hovered just above her cheekbone. Giving into temptation, he licked at the edge of the tape sealing her lips shut, letting his tongue flick over her skin just enough that she felt it.

"You have such beautiful hair," he whispered, combing his fingers through the strands on the bed. She squealed, squeezing her eyes shut and pressing out more tears, but her protestations fell on deaf ears. Producing two long coils of hemp rope, he wrapped the free ends around the hair he gathered in his fist, in a fashion imitating his favourite Japanese rope bondage techniques, until all but a foot of the rope was used up. Only an inch of hair lay free against her sweating back. He ran a hand down her spine, trapping the free rope between them as he soaked up her perspiration with his fingertips. 

Then he yanked on the now-coiled hair, producing a muffled gasp and cries from deep within her throat so sexy, he nearly came. Breathing heavily He fastened the free end of the rope to her elbow bonds, finishing the scene.

Nearly, he thought. As he leaned back up and looked down into the terrified eyes of his captive, he pressed his thumbs against her eyes, drawing the eyelids closed. With a torturously slow, languid procession, he pulled his thumbs downward, smearing what was left of her mascara along her cheeks until he reached the shiny band of tape.

"You're perfect," he whispered, and the girl, unable to move, simply moaned against her gag.

He took dozens of photographs, from every angle—above, below, from the side, from the back, closeups of the binds, closeups of her face, the gag, her wet and stained cheeks. Some highly saturated, some overexposed by the old-fashioned flashbulb he insisted on using, the kind that popped and fizzed when he was done with it. All in black and white. 

When it was all over, the sun had set, pitching the room in the kind of darkness that fosters what he'd done to the girl. He could still see her outline, the look on her face, as he curled up next to her and felt the way her body twisted and contorted in the binds he'd created for her. He knew she liked it. He knew because he'd always known, ever since the first time she'd let him do this to her. He knew that she would fall asleep like this, her hair pulled tight, her mouth full, because she'd done it countless times before. He knew, if he ran his hands between the valley of her breasts and underneath the waistband of her skirt and between her thighs that he'd find her soaked and ready for him, because he'd taken her like this—tearing at her skirt and panties, thrusting his pulsing cock into her from behind—so many times before he'd lost count. 

But not tonight. Later, and often, looking at the photos of the art they shared, they would each have their turn to relive the night the heatwave started.



Bound



"Are you touching yourself?" he asks me. 

"No, but I'm wet," I tell him honestly. 

"I'm horny," he says, and I softly agree. He grabs me suddenly and pushes me into the lush couch. I am too turned on to protest much as I swiftly pulled off my skinny jeans and soft sweater. I stand before him in a pretty pink bra and matching lace black panties tying up my long hair with a hair clip. My body is toned and tight from yoga. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and invades every corner as he gently tugs off my bra and I step out of my panties. We continue kissing as he massages my pussy while we stand facing each other. He just cups it, and it's already dripping as I stand on my tiptoes.

He forces me on my knees. 

"Who do you belong to?"

"You," I say. I endure it by pretending it's a joke, but it's really not. 

I am on all fours as he stands in front of me stroking my hair. I lift his penis out of his pants and suck on it for a moment before he takes it away. 

"Good girl," and he spreads my ass cheeks and licks my ass until my face is on the ground. 

He pulls me up and has me bare sitting on top of him. With one hand he is fondling my nipples, tugging and pulling, twisting until I feel a pleasurable pain and a hard desire to be fucked. 

Unable to take another orgasm for a minute, I bend over and greedily suck on his cock to try and prolong the hard dicking I know is coming. 

"Slobber on it baby," he tells me and I have his balls in my mouth like a slut. 

He sighs, working my wet pussy with his fingers, it's not enough. I am completely naked and he wants me to beg.

"Please, please baby," I'm moaning. 

"Please, what?" He asks me.

"Please fuck me," I say and he silently enters my wet, wet pussy. 

I'm moaning like a whore and he wants me to shut up. I try, but he is fucking it so hard. Entering me from behind, he swiftly stuck it in almost one motion after making sure I was ready with two fingers. He fucked me and fucked me until I came. 

His dick is so so good and I'm already moaning and the neighbors will hear, but fuck it. I've lost my mind. He continues tugging and twisting on my nipples as I bounce up and down on his cock. I'm going crazy slipping and sliding and I have one thought to keep his dick safe between my legs I just keep trying to balance atop of it until I'm close, so close and I keep climbing. 

"Babe?" He says.

"Hmm?" 

"Do I get to fuck it like I own it?" 

And I cum all over his dick. I can't stop cumming and now he's really fucking me as I try to stifle my screams, he covers my mouth and chokes me. 

"My pussy is yours," I try telling him. And I'm mumbling like I'm crazy over and over as I cum, "You own my pussy, you own it, my pussy belongs to you!"

He shoves his wet cock into my mouth and I lick off our juices. This slut is too wet. 

He shoves it back into my sensitive pussy as I try not to cum all over it again. He fucks me roughly as I cum again.

As I look into his eyes, he lifts my legs into the air and he is deep in me. He has shoved himself into me at every angle and I feel used and completely owned by this Giant man. I know I am a little scared of him and he has stealthily come to control almost every part of my life. I am completely dependent on him and he fucks me as much as he wants. 

"You own it," I tell him, "you own me" and he pulls out and cums all over me. Disrespected, he tells me not to even try, he's saving his precious semen and I'm his favorite whore that he wants to keep pristine. 

He leaves me covered in his sweat and cum and wanders off. 

"Clean yourself off," he says, "my friends are coming over and I've said they can use you."

I go shower and put on some makeup. An hour later, he's rested and in a good mood as his friends arrive. He's had me on my knees for the past hour sucking his dick under the counter while he made phone calls and answered emails. My mouth is rusty with the taste of his semen.

"Ah! Here they are!"

His equally giant, foreign friends have arrived. I know they've been eyeing me ever since we met but I didn't think he wanted to share. Unfortunately, my Dom is a bit of a show off as he has me displayed in a full, gaudy Whore Red lingerie set. My hair is curled and up, red lipstick, red nails, and high Louboutin heels. 

Their wives aren't here and I'm on display in my "Sex Toy" outfit, he's also added the addition of a ball gag and a puppy collar he has fitted around my neck with a leash attached. 

"Slut," he says, "service my friends" as they sit down in the comfortable armchairs in front of the fire in the living room. 

I try not to panic as the alcohol and xanax kick in. I take a hit of weed and allow myself to get hazy. Pretty soon they have finished their drinks and Guillaume and Jean are softly molesting me. I allow myself to get carried over to a soft mattress waiting for us. Dom watches us as he films his friends undressing me piece by piece as I lay limply on the bed. 

Pretty soon I am completely spread eagled and Guillaume has started licking my pussy from front to back. Meanwhile Jean is rubbing me, touching himself and eventually putting his cock in my mouth he works it back and forth as Guillaume has started fucking me. I moan into Jean's dick and the whole time Dom is filming me and telling me I'm being a very good slut and Daddy is happy. 

Guillaume pulls out and we switch with Jean so now I am on top of Jean riding him with my soppy, wet pussy. Dom has joined the party and I am sucking his dick. 

"Babe are you a good Slut?" 

"Yes, baby. I'm Your Slut" I say. 

He slaps me and his friends take turns fucking me. 

Pretty soon, what was one crazy night becomes a weekly thing as the "random" gang bangs occur more and more. 

I"m scared and I know I'm Dom's Sex Slave Slut. I know I have to do whatever he wants and if he wants me to fuck his friends, I have to because he owns my cunt. I'm his slut.



Bound



A hotel name, a suite number, the key card at reception. The instructions were simple yet so clear.

The innocuous vibration of your cell as the message arrives, your eyes only just falling upon the illuminated name that flashes up. Yet the merest of glances enough to stop in your tracks in an instance. An audible gasp and the instant flutter of butterflies in the pit of your stomach as your mind spirals off in a million directions, a heady mix of intrigue and surprise that consumes you every thought.

A short while later, your excuses given, you saunter through the hotel lobby. The elevator doors ping shut behind you swiftly catapulting you towards the far reaches of heaven. A fresh application of lip gloss. The pout and ruffle of your hair, mascara eyes falling upon the reflection of the mirrored elevator glass. Heart racing and shallow breaths, a million questions flood your mind. Your body tingles as you look to control your breathing, your eyes falling upon your little black dress that clings to your hourglass frame, drawing the eye to your wonderful curves. The plunging hemline left little to the imagination whilst the hem was barely short enough to cover the intricate lace design of your black stocking tops. You always enjoyed dressing for him, pleasing him, knowing it was all part of the game. The silence broken as the elevator slows with a whir, the ping of the doors opening as you reach your destination.

The click of the key card. The light flashing green as you push on the door handle and slip into the dimly lit darkness with baited breath.

Curtains partially drawn, fractured light spilling into the boutique room, a domineering bed taking centre stage alongside dark wood furniture and ruby red furnishings. The drum of his fingers upon the leather bound chair grabs your attention, a delicious curl of your glossed lips as you lay eyes upon him. His eyes find yours, all consuming within seconds, a deep intensity that makes you blush. You look away coyly as though a naughty schoolgirl standing before the headmaster only to slowly return your gaze from beneath your lashes, feeling him devouring you with his eyes. The burning flames of desire smoulder within him, so much so that you could already feel the simmering tension despite the silence.

His gravelly voice echoes as he tells you to remove your dress. Confident and assured you find yourself under his spell, obliging his desires. His eyes intently watch your every move, your dress soon a crumpled heap upon the floor. You can hear his content as you stand before him in your heels, black stockings and panties. An approving curl of your lips knowing you had dressed for him.

Rising from his seat you watch him yet he says nothing, all the while his eyes feasting on you, his gaze so intense it was though he was fucking you with his eyes. He circles, before coming to halt behind you. You feel the warmth of his breath upon your shoulder, your eyes closing for the merest of seconds. The thought of his lips so close to your naked flesh so delicious yet so torturous.

Anticipation ripples through you as you feel his mouth edge closer to your ear. Whispered words breaks the silence as he mouths "trust me,". The words seem to resonate through you, as before your eyes, he slowly lowers a silk scarf plunging you into world of darkness. All remaining senses heightened, the feeling of the silk being carefully tied behind you, your eyes covered, dark shadows barely visible through the shroud that now denies you sight.

Listening, you sense him return in front of you, his large, rough hands gliding down your arms, your skin silky soft in comparison as he brings your wrists together. Oh sweet Jesus! More silk bound your wrists together, the slight bite as it tightens and digs into your skin with each knot. A wave of vulnerability courses through your veins as you feel him guiding your bound hands above your head, the slight sound of another knot to something suspended from above. The stretch of your arms lifting your heaving bosom that bit more, your nipples pebbling as you mind plays havoc with your thoughts, the darkness before your eyes reflected in your ever more sinful desires.

Blindfolded, wrists bound and supported from above, naked with the exception of your panties, stockings and heels, at the mercy of his hunger, like a wild animal stalking it's prey. Heart pounding, every beat resonates in your ear as you mind lets go, body quivering and trembling with wild anticipation.

How can this be? How can one man have such a hold? 

Again quietness descends before the shadow through the silk shroud returns. A quiver from your lips as you feel his presence close again quickly followed by a gasp as you feel his hand press hard between your legs. His touch stirs a whimper to escape parted lips, your body alive to the feeling of his palm pressing up through the lace material of your delicate panties. A torturous pressure applied against the ever more intense throbbing that pulses deep between your thighs. 

"You know your mine, all fucking mine," he growls, his domineering confidence stirring the inner desires deep within you. His tone so assured. You whimper uncontrollably, his husky words painting a mirage of sinful thoughts in your mind.

His hunger bordering on the insane as you hear his every heavy breath. The sudden stretch of the lace material against your thighs, followed by a rip as he tears your panties from you in one swift motion. You curse, your body on the verge of submission, powerless to his advances. The erotic feeling of vulnerability causes goose bumps to form across your silky skin. A deep yearning to plead, to beg for him to take, each action torturously wicked.

And then the touch.

Teasing the intricate lace tops of your stockings, before rising up higher. You squirm, feeling the bite of the silk restraint bound around your wrists. The sensation of a ribbed leather bound handle being teased against your inner thighs. Tassels flutter lower on your leg as you gasp out, your delicate flower beginning to weep, your petals ever damper as you feel the glide of the leather slip between your legs. Each leather bound rib rubs against you as he teases the handle between your cunt lips, ensuring to glide against you sensitive, engorged bud. You shudder as the pleasure ripples through you. Your mouth ajar, a steady pant as you give yourself to him, both mind and body.

Your lip trembles, the anticipation fuels your ever darker fantasies as you succumb to him. Your mind a mess as through the silk you can just make out his silhouetted body. A steady torrent of soft mewls and whimpers slip from your lips as the tease of the leather glides against your aching cunt. Electric pulses ripple down the curve of your spine, your body alive to every sensations, all remaining senses heightened.

You feel the burn in your arms, wrists bound and suspended from above. Legs begin to tremble and buckle, the assault on your senses leaving you on the brink of submission. Eyes covered, hiding his every advance, you teeter on the ragged edge. Whimpers and mewls growing in an orchestra of lust. Mind melting, your legs begin to buckle as you can take no more, the pleading word spilling from your open mouth.

"Please......"



Bound



I've been stripped.

Rope binds my limbs. Holding me open to the world. My body tires against the tie. I adjust slowly against the binds to relieve the pressure. 

Several wraps of rope cross my mouth creating a gag. Drool slowly escapes uncontrollably down the edge of my mouth. I try to stop it, but my head is held taunt by the rope's tie.

The tight blindfold creates an impenetrable darkness. Left alone in the quiet, my ears strain to hear the slightest noise. I wonder where you've gone. It feels like hours. 

You told me this was a rest, after you displayed me across the windowsill with a jeweled plug in my ass, pounding your cock into me. 

My mind focuses to find control. I work to balance myself into a meditative state.

"You struggle too much." 

Your voice startles me out the attempt to focus. 

"You want and need to lose control and yet you refuse to allow yourself to let go, even for a moment. What are you afraid of in those moments of abandonment?"

The floor creaks as you walk across it. Your hand slowly runs soothingly through my hair. 

"You are beautiful when you let go. When you open." you whisper in my ear as another pair of hands begins to slowly caress my body.

My mind panics, I push harder against the bonds. Yearning and fear course through my veins. 

"You're not escaping. You are simply a toy for amusement. We will play with you until you are well spent. Then we will put you to rest and start again. When we are done you will feel utterly lost without our direction." 

The words cause a shutter to course through my body. Mental pleasure and pain mix with the physical discomfort. Internal systems work through the possibilities of the two sets of hands. 

"Yes, you will make a splendid toy." You continue as another set of hands begins to explore my body. 

A finger enters my pussy and a moan escapes my lips. 

"Soaking wet. Bound, gagged, blindfolded and begin molested by people you can't see, and you are soaking wet." 

A shudder rips through my body and my hips involuntary thrust forward slightly in an attempt to push the finger deeper.

Fingers pull at my nipples and I moan through the rope gag. Hands seem to be everywhere on my body and I begin to push and writhe against the bonds. My mind screams to stop and my body screams for more. Internal battles rages to a feverish pitch as I pant and push my body into the pinching, kneading, caressing hands.

Suddenly it stops. My body screams out in protest but only produces a whimper across the gag. Drool slips down my breasts and I am horrified by the feeling and acknowledgement that I could not control it. Breaths come in short bursts as I focus to control my breathing. Personal control becomes my only focus. I attempt to find a small shred of decorum and dignity.

The gag is released. A straw brushes against my lips. 

"Drink."

I slowly pull the cool water into my mouth. Drinking like a person who had spent days in the desert. Thirst quenched, the gag is returned to its place. The wet rope drags against my cheek.

"You will take what we give because it pleases us when you do so." The words are followed with a soft kiss on the forehead. 

"You are so amazingly strong, so beautiful." My mind tries to wrap around these words and hold them as truth, struggling against years of opposite words by so many.

The rope releases my legs. They cry out in light pain as the circulation is restored and the limbs are forced to unbend. 

The arms are next; they are not unbound but rather bound in a different position.

The harness is pulled upward. 

"Stand." Your voice brokers no questions. 

My legs struggle to comply gracefully but begin to fail. My mind demands their cooperation as they finally gather the body into a standing position.

Your breath floats with a whisper across my ear. 

"For some pain is locked away. The emotion is buried only to bubble up when the crypt is overflowing with excess emotions. Those emotions must find release. Pain, pleasure, abandonment, use, complete loss of control and societal taboos all must come to tangible fruition to allow them to be released. The environment here will keep you safe. Opening these things to us will be most pleasing. You should give in to it, you have no control over the simplest or most complex things right now." 

"Now, cum."

The orgasm rips suddenly through my body. My knees buckle, a startled cry escapes around the gag. Hands come from everywhere in the darkness. My body sags. I work to gather myself upright through the last wave of pleasure. 

My brain is in a thick fog, my body is bound against the St. Andrews cross. The cane taps across my ass softly and gently, when my brain begins to realize what was happening. Another voice comes clearly through the silence and my body goes rigid. 

"Without pain you can not understand pleasure. Without release you cannot be filled with something better. You have internalized so much pain, it must be made real to be accepted and released." The voice was cold, matter of fact and certain, yet somehow slightly tender underneath.

The cane whistled through the air. My body tensed but the stroke was not received. The softness of a flogger caressed my tense form. The strokes became harder over time. I could feel my body flush with each stroke, The skin warmed. Right when I felt I could not catch my breath, the flogging stopped. My body sagged against the bonds in relief, but it was not to come. 

The cane took its place tapping across my ass, each stroke progressively harder. The pain sat right on the edge, but I could not, would not give in to it. 

Pleading around the rope I tried to dodge each successive stroke, but the rhythm was insistent. The tears would not come; the pain would not break open the hurt buried so deep.

Hands moved me from the cross. They draped and bound me across a spanking bench. A hand smacked across the edge of my ass and I cried out. An energy demanding my very soul, coursed through me. Each slap requiring my compliance, turning the pain tangible, as the first tear slipped down my face. 

"Give them to me. I want them all. Open." The command cleared the last vestiges that held back the tears. 

Tears flowed freely. The rhythm never stopping or letting up, the fear of opening melted away as sobs racked my body. 

"That's it. Give me all of it. I want it all."

The hand finally stopped, but the sobs continued. Hands unbound my body, moving it across the room. The softness of the bed contoured to my aching form. Hands bound and positioning me once more with my legs splayed open.

"The balance of pain is pleasure." Your voice soothes.

The vibrator sprang to life in the darkness, as it flitted across my exposed clit. Fingers began to pump in and out of my pussy, and pinch the erect nipples that seemed to scream for attention. My ass cried out in pain as it scraped across the bed, while my body sang with growing ecstasy.

Mouths softly kiss and suck across my body. My hips thrust against the fingers demanding more, deeper, anything. My brain is no longer capable of thought, my body driven by an insatiable animalistic need. 

Waves of energy build, my body tenses threatening to explode. 

"Cum." 

The response is automatic as the orgasm rips through my body. 

"I'm going to make you cum until you will want to plead to make it stop."

Orgasm after orgasm rips through my body as the pain is replaced with pleasure. A hard steel dildo plunges in and out of my soaked pussy. The vibrator extracts rolling orgasms until pleasure begins to once again turn to pain.

As quickly as it started, it all stops. Thoughts are impossible to form. My body is damp with perspiration, my legs sticky with my own juices. 

I lay on the bed...bound, open, panting. The frenzy of the moment becomes a juxtaposition of the deafening silence.

"You are no longer in control. We will use you, share you, fuck you, toy with you and care for you. You will do whatever your told. You will be open to everything. You are beautiful in this state. We will take from you so much more, because you have a nearly insatiable need to give it to us." 

My body is spent. My mind does not understand what is being said, but I somehow know it to be true. I nod in acceptance.

"I own you. I possess you. You are mine." Your voice is in my ear. 

"Cum." 

The orgasm rips through my spent body, as the juices shoot down my leg adding to the puddle on the bed. 

"Good girl. What a beautifully, wonderful moment."

I bask in the glow. I feel my body being checked from the earlier pain release. Slowly I am rolled over to my side. My wrists bounded together. 

"Sleep now. You have a long weekend ahead of you." the voice continued to speak things to me as I drift off to sleep.



Bound



Finding a decent job in the current economic climate is not an easy task. That's the reason for my current job, working as a receptionist/ secretary for this small firm and it was a firm that wasn't going to get any bigger. My boss, who was also the owner, was a sleazy scumbag. I worked for him because he paid me but if anything else came up, anything at all, I was out of there.

Mr Brandon's policy was to gouge the customer for all you can, and if you can avoid doing the work he's paid you for, do so. Anyone who paid Mr Brandon in advance had effectively done their dough. He was constantly advertising his services because he didn't get repeat custom. 

I soon found out that one of my unofficial duties was to message Mr Brandon when an irate customer was at the office. When he got such a message my beloved boss would either sneak out the back way or just not return to the office until I sent him the all clear. A very hard man to catch hold of was Mr Sleazy, unless he was sweet-talking a prospective client. Then you couldn't get rid of him.

There was a bit of fun and games going on at the current time. Mr Brandon had cheated someone who wasn't taking it quietly and apparently didn't believeyers. The first couple of time I managed to text my boss and he just didn't appear in the office for the rest of the day. The third time, this guy was watching me like a hawk from the moment he came in, and I suspect he saw me texting. He just looked at me, nodding his head slowly, and then departed.

I was in the office alone the next day when a couple of men entered. I knew at once that they would not be customers. They looked nice enough, clean and neatly dressed, not bad looking, but also very tough looking. At a guess I'd have said cops but they didn't introduce themselves as such. 

The leader of the pair smiled at me, and a very nice smile he had, and asked in Mr Brandon was available. 

"I'm sorry," I said, "but he's not in the office at the moment."

This was actually true and once I'd sent him a message I suspected he wouldn't arrive to chat with these guys. I was surreptitiously reaching for my mobile when the incredible oaf who was talking to me reached over and took it out of my hand.

"Hey, that's my phone," I protested.

"Is it your personal phone," he asked, "or a work phone?"

"It's my personal phone," I told him. "The firm doesn't provide us with mobiles."

"In that case I won't break it," he said, and crossed over to a set of drawers and put it inside them. "Neither," he added, "will I permit you to use it. Now, when can we expect Mr Brandon to arrive?"

"Ah, not for another hour, at least," I admitted. "He said he had to go and see some clients this morning."

"He still has clients? How odd. We'll wait. Thomas, why don't you go and wait outside. That way, when Mr Brandon arrives, you can follow him in."

Which would also prevent Mr Sleazy from turning and running as soon as he saw who was waiting.

"Um, are you gentlemen police?" I asked. "If you are I want to see some ID. If you're not I would prefer that you leave the office. I'll have to call the police if you don't."

"Do we look like cops to you?" the guy I had mentally dubbed Boss-man asked.

"Ah, actually, yes. That's why I asked. I don't see what's so funny," I added, glaring at Thomas who was almost giggling.

"No. We're not police," said Boss-man. "We tend to help out friends on those occasions when someone wants to avoid messy things like lawyers and courts."

OK. Trouble was what they were.

"Then I'm afraid I must ask you to leave," I said firmly, my hand hovering over the phone on the desk.

"If we leave she'll call Brandon," stated Thomas.

"Yes, I realize that and I am not going to spend the next hour or so trying to make sure she doesn't sneak out or grab a phone. Tie her up."

Tie me up? The hell with that for a joke. I was on my feet quick smart, ready to run, and found I had nowhere to run to. For all that he was big and beefy, Thomas was fast. He seemed to just spring across the office and had hold of me.

"Don't bother struggling," I was told. "It won't help and you might hurt yourself."

That didn't stop me from trying to struggle. My attempts at struggling didn't prevent Thomas from very rapidly winding some sort of cord around my wrists, dumping me on the office couch and then winding more cord around my ankles. With that he stood up, smiled at me, gave me a wave, and headed outside to wait for Mr Brandon to show.

"Are you going to scream?" asked Boss-man. "If you are I'll have to gag you, but I'll accept your word that you won't."

Not wanting to be gagged I gave my word. I was feeling most peculiar. I was tied up and at the mercy of this man. He could do anything he wanted to and I wouldn't be able to stop him.

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked nervously.

"To you? Nothing. Our complaint is with Mr Brandon."

"Oh. You're not going to assault me or anything."

He just looked at me and didn't say anything.

"Well, I guess tying me up is kind of assaulting me," I conceded, "but I meant apart from that. I mean I'm helpless here. There's nothing I could do to stop you."

"There's nothing you could do to stop me even if you weren't tied up," he pointed out. "I'm a professional and know what I'm doing."

"I could always struggle," I pointed out, "if I wasn't tied up. Being tied up I'm totally helpless and at your mercy. You could do absolutely anything and I couldn't stop you."

I hate to have to say it but being bound and helpless was making me feel hot and slightly excited. Damned if I knew why. But really, what could I do if he decided to try something?

Looking down I could see that my skirt had ridden up and you could see my panties. No wonder Thomas had been smirking. I wriggled about a little on the couch, trying to ease my dress down a little.

"What are you trying to do?"

"Um, just trying to straighten my clothes a little. You know, not put temptation in your way."

"You have to be kidding me. We're here on business, not to snatch a little nookie."

"Maybe, but if you decided to fill in the wait by doing that I'm totally helpless, aren't I? You could whip my panties down and I'd be half naked. Oh god, you could do anything you wanted to. This is terrible."

Boss-man gave an irritated sounding sigh and came and stood over me. 

"If it will ease your mind I'll straighten your dress," he said.

He started pulling the front of my dress back into place and I gasped as the back of his hand brushed my mons, feeling a lick of heat flash through me. For some reason he paused and gave me an odd look. Then he shifted his hand and it closed over my mound.

"You," he said slowly, "have either pissed yourself or you're very horny."

"I have not wet myself," I said furiously. "I'm not scared of you."

"Ah. So you're horny because you're tied up. Interesting."

"I am not," I snapped, inwardly quaking as another flash of heat went through me. His hand, I realised, was still on my mound, rubbing my lightly.

"Seeing I'm the one who ordered you tied up I guess it's my responsibility to take care of any problems that arise."

Just like that he flipped me over so I was face down, and then lifted my hips up into the air, pushing my knees forward so I was head down, bum up. 

"You stop that," I yelled as I felt my panties going down. "You said you weren't going to molest me."

"This isn't molesting you," he calmly informed me. "This is attending to your needs."

Just like that he was climbing onto the couch behind me and I could a zip unzipping. 

"In your condition, foreplay would just be a waste of time," he announced and his cock was there, poking against me. I felt him adjust his position slightly and then he was driving into me, going all the way with one hard thrust.

I was appalled. How could he do this to me? And how could I be so ready for him? I'd actually been pushing back against him as he drove in, helping him nail me. My god, the man was raping me and I was helping?

Boss-man set to with a will. His cock was hot and hard, and there seemed to be quite a lot of it, and he was using it to thump me heavily. There was nothing subtle about this man. It was a case of woman, cock, stick them together, and bang. 

I found I was relishing his actions. He was dominant and I was helpless. I was his to do with as he pleased and he was pleasing himself. His cock was thrusting into me, hot and hard, and I was gasping and lifting my hips, pushing myself against him, helping to impale myself as he drove in.

I was burning up and he was fanning the fire. He just kept pounding into me, his cock driving full length into me, then pulling back to attack me again. I wasn't given any reprieve, just an incessant pounding, his cock screaming, take me, take me, take me, as it hammered into me.

I'd have been screaming but I didn't have the breath for it. I was gasping, trying for breath that wasn't there, my hips running a race and taking me along with them. I couldn't believe it when he suddenly increased his pace. 

I managed to scream what was supposed to be a protest but it turned into a wail of victory as I was attacked by a climax, one I hadn't even seen coming. I shuddered, sinking a bit closer to the couch, feeling him jerking inside me, letting loose his seed. 

Action finished he gave me a slap on the bottom.

"Feel better now?" he asked. "Actually, you've given me a good idea. I'll tell you about it when your boss arrives."

He just left me like that, sort of crouched on the couch, my panties still down, my bottom and pussy exposed for everyone to see, if there had been anyone there to see. There was nothing I could do but lie there, cursing Boss-man under my breath.

We waited and the minute hand on the clock crawled slowly around. Then Boss-man's phone rang and he seemed to brighten up.

"About time," he said. "Brandon is on his way and Thomas is close behind him. Now when they get here I'll tell Thomas to give you a good serving, just as a demonstration to your boss that we mean business. It'll probably be better if you squealed and protested, screamed and cried a little, while he takes you. Try not to give out those sexy little gasps you gave while I was doing you."

Sexy little gasps? They were supposed to be cries of protest. Thomas to give me a good service? Did he mean. . .? Oh, god, he did, I just knew it. He was going to have Thomas take me and he expected me to be agreeable to this? I'd scream the place down, that's what I'd do. 

"Um," a little voice whispered, "screaming is what he wants you to do, remember?"

Then Mr Brandon was at the office door. He saw me on the couch and he smirked, suddenly guessed that this wasn't normal behaviour for me, and turned and bolted. He bounced off Thomas and fell flat on his back while Thomas followed him in and closed the door.

I saw Thomas look at me and then turn to look at his boss, surprise evident on his face.

I have good ears. I heard Boss-man's comment.

"Bondage freak," he said softly. "Best way to keep her quiet. Now it's your turn to try her."

"Ah, Brandon," he said in a more normal voice. "We want to discuss money with you. First, to prove we're serious, Thomas is going to fuck your secretary. Thomas, if you don't mind."

Thomas was looking at me and winking, apparently thinking I wanted him to do this. Then he was climbing on the couch behind me and I heard his zip going down. Mr Brandon, the original sleaze, didn't even protest. He just stood there, watching.

Then Thomas got into action, driving in hard and fast. I finally managed to scream a protest, then gave a genuine scream of fury when I saw the smug look on Boss-man's face. Not that it made any difference to Thomas. He was setting to with a will, quite happy to rape me on command.

I'd never really suspected that a woman could tell the difference between cocks. I'd never had multiple bouts of sex before and you tend to forget some things between bouts. Now the feel of Boss-man was fresh in my mind and Thomas felt completely different, I don't know why. He also felt a lot more enthusiastic about what he was doing.

Seeing I was an unwilling partner and didn't need to be silent I let the world know how I was feeling. I squealed and protested and bucked hard underneath him, the latter being purely involuntary. I couldn't have stopped moving with him if I'd tried, and I damn-well didn't try. If I was going to be tied up and raped then I'd handle it my own way, thank you very much. 

So there were squeals and squalls and a lot of fucking taking place as Thomas rode me for all he was worth. Damned it I knew how long he went for. It seemed ages, but I'm pretty sure that Boss-man had gone for longer. Boss-man's earlier attentions had got me all worked up and super-sensitive, which was why I climaxed earlier than I'd have expected, and quite spectacularly.

When Thomas pushed me over the edge I felt no reason not to vent and gave a really loud scream as I shuddered under the force of my emotions. Then I collapsed on the couch with a sigh, spent.

I recovered quickly enough. I could her Mr Brandon explain to Boss-man that as a matter of fact, yes, he did happen to have the required funds in his safe and he'd be just too delighted to refund their client's money. All the client had to do was ask.

He was opening his safe even as he spoke.

"Ah, five thousand I believe is the amount required, right?" he said.

"Wrong," said Boss-man, while Thomas was thoughtfully untying me.

"What? That's all he advanced."

"Maybe, but you kept ducking him when he came for his money so there are penalties to be applied. Twenty percent interest is required. Also a further thousand dollars to pay for the hire of myself and my associate. A further thousand dollars will be needed to soothe your secretary's wounded feelings, so that will be a total of eight thousand dollars."

Mr Sleazy screamed like a wounded animal, but quickly agreed to pay them seven thousand. He tossed me a nasty glare and told them he'd pay me the extra thousand in my regular pay packet.

Boss-man wasn't having a bar of that. He wanted the eight thousand in his hand. He'd arrange for my bank to receive the extra payment, he explained, and if he heard of any attempts by Mr Brandon to recover that thousand then he would visit him again and apply further penalties. 

Mr Brandon was furious but there wasn't much he could do. Boss-man then asked for my bank details and promised that the money would be deposited that day. 

"I'll be in touch," he told me. "Any problems from Brandon just tell me and I'll sort him out."

I didn't have any problems with Mr Brandon, mainly because I quit the next day. I had a new job. It just goes to show it's not what you know but who you know. Boss-man apparently recommended me to his client and he offered me a job. Similar position, receptionist/secretary, but slightly better pay and a chance of promotion if a more stable company. 

Also, despite what Boss-man says, I'm not into bondage. What happened must have been me panicking or something. What, let myself be tied up for sex? You have to be kidding.