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Meeting Her
by Toran
Part One � The Trip Over
I was wired.� The plane was cruising along, the subtle weave and bob of flight having almost a calming effect.� I was everything but calm.� The stewardess breezed past me and I distractedly wondered what her tight little ass would look like with angry red welts criss-crossing it.� I shook my head and went back to gazing out the window at the roof of clouds.
I was going to meet Her!� Jenny.� The girl that struggled playfully in my ropes every night in my dreams.� The girl who gave me that devil-may-care look as I imagined her into one tight confining position after another.� The girl whom I had been carrying on a long-distance relationship that was as hot as you could get without ever actually being in the same room at the same time � actually, we�d never even shared a continent.� But the mind is the first gift of submission and she had willingly given me hers.� And what a gift that was!
She was, without a doubt, a wit when it came to understanding helplessness � what it felt like and more importantly, what it meant.� I caught her wit first from her stories on the Net.� http://www.dajungle.com/selfbondage/jennystories.html was bookmarked on my PC and I�d read every one of her stories at least twice.�� I complimented her by email after every reading and soon she started to remember me.� Suddenly I was talking to the girl behind the stories � the wit.� And that drew me in more.� She was intriguing.� She was funny.� Most of all, she got IT.� That was our bond.� That�s what put me on this plane.
I
laughed to myself and the snorer in the seat next to me stirred.� Actually, it was my job that brought me to
They were playing Evolution on the little fold down screen and I sank back in my seat and closed my eyes.� Would she would be as funny and imaginative in real life as she was on the Net?� I�d sent her a pic of me in a tux.� She sent back a torso shot of her beautiful breasts.� I didn�t even know what she looked like.� Would she moan when I wrapped her up in yards and yards of tape, would her lips gracefully accept the ballgag I had in my luggage, would she squirm and fight as the fatigue of being bound for hours on end ate into her muscles�It was a damn good thing my stiffy was hidden by the briefcase in my lap.
I landed at Heathrow and she wasn�t there.� I�d had visions of meeting this stunning girl with the short black hair, decked out in high heels, latex mini, black silk strapless top with matching leather coat, holding a �Toran� sign and flashing a sexy smile.� Instead, I was told to move to the right along the corridor to customs by a saggy tittied bitch who barely looked up at me.�
Customs
was tense � me holding my breath that the gag and dildo and various leather
straps I thought would be good to bring didn�t show up in the x-ray
machine.� When asked what my business in
Well,
I thought, there is a time difference between here and the States, maybe she�s
finishing up some errands and I�ll get in touch with her later.� The cabbie found the hotel, an beautiful sprawling Victorian-like across from
Within
a few hours after touch-down in
The
hotel restaurant, La Terrazza was crowded and I
didn�t get my seat by the enormous windows overlooking
I leaned back and closed my eyes wondering what she was doing right now�Was she gagged too?� Was her friend, Sue, poking and prodding her long slender nipples to the point of pain?� Was she wondering what I was doing?
I woke hours later, jaw aching from the ball, boner leaving my shorts a little slick.� I would try to reach her in the morning.� Oh yeah, and go to the job site.
Next morning and three unsuccessful attempts to get her on the phone and I had almost given up.� I was here, staying at her hotel, waiting to finally meet her and now it seemed like she had gotten cold feet.� I couldn�t blame her � I was an unknown, outwardly bent on making her helpless and as she so wonderfully coined the phrase, �Once a girl allows herself to be stripped of her clothes and bound, she ceases to be a human but a product to be dealt with�.� Maybe she was a little freaked.� I know that she, above all, knew the consequences of being made helpless in the presence of a horny male.� She told me one time that you could negotiate until you were blue in the face with your partner, but once he had you tied, you were pretty much his � as she so aptly puts it, �just property to be dealt with�, and that some guys would just do what they wanted anyways.
The two weeks went by slowly.� I stopped trying to call her.� I went through periods of extreme sadness that the thing I had hoped for for so long was going to be lost, to periods of anger that I was so close and couldn�t get the final step in.� To periods of self-doubt � had I scared her off that badly?� Her stories were about her taking that last, sometimes dangerous step through a threshold that was only one-way.� You could go in on your own, but you would need help getting back out.� It was the heady rush of blindly doing something that put you at another�s mercy combined with the desire to be that person�s object � to be fucked with, hurt for their pleasure and yours, even put on a frozen, helpless pedestal and worshipped to an extent.� Ultimately, she would have to take that first step through the threshold � she�d have to do the equivalent of crossing her hands behind her back as I dangled the ropes before her eyes � and that was my phone call she�d decided not to pick up.� Though I was disappointed, I admired her.� I vowed that when I talked to her online again, I would just relax and be her friend.� Hell, we still had our stories.
On the
second to last day that I was in
Big box was an overstatement.� Measuring only a few feet square and on wheels, the heavy steel crate was stamped with a �Do not open� sticker and padlocked.� The desk clerk had me sign for possession and also handed me a sealed envelope, which read �Confidential: Open in Private� on the outside.� I glanced around the crate, looking for the company logo and found the whole thing sparse of any marking, not even shipping labels from overseas.� Only an odd set of louvers on the sides.� Taking the strap in one hand, I wheeled the crate into the freight elevator.� Alone, at least for a few moments as the car rose to my floor, I leaned down and knocked a few times on the side and could have sworn that I heard a sight gasp from inside.
That�s odd, I thought.� It actually sounded like something alive was there. The car dinged at my floor and I wheeled the crate into my room.� Finally completely alone, I opened the envelope and two keys fell out and onto the floor.� Inside the envelope was a handwritten note. "Once a girl allows herself to be stripped of her clothes and bound..."� I looked from the crate to the note, to the two padlock keys on the floor.� A slow smile spread across my face.� Of course!� The louvers were air-holes�
With shaky hands I worked the two padlocks off and finally sat down on the floor next to the crate, fingers poised to unsnap the latches.� She was in there.� I knew she was.� All I had to do was open the crate...
Snap.� One latch off.� I paused at the other, then suddenly put my arms around the crate, embracing it, shaking it.� Sure.� There was the unmistakable sound of someone grunting, and very unladylike, I might add.� I popped the other latch and the panel swung open.
She was hot.� And almost wrapped like a pretzel.� The space in which she had been bound and stuffed into was very tight, indeed.� Her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, wrists, elbows shoulders - all parts of her lovely nakedness was wrapped in rope.� And beneath that, I say that she really wasn't completely naked - she was wrapped head to foot in skin colored med-wrap.�� A bit of over-kill but I liked it.� I�d told her I was a rope fetishist and the world knew from her stories that she was a mummy fetishist � so this was a happy compromise.� A silk blindfold covered her eyes and a fat ballgag harness hugged her head so tightly that her cheeks puffed out cutely around the straps.� Her hair lay matted on her shoulders and scrunched between her thighs looked to be a rolled up newspaper wrapped with a plain sheet.� As I fished around to get the paper she stirred and I realized that she had been zoned out, in that near-sleep state you get when you don't know you're awake or not, whether the pain in your limbs is real or not, whether the outside world even exists beyond the dull throbbing of the ropes wrapping your body.� When I unfolded the paper I knew why - she had been stuffed in the crate for more than a few hours - the paper was from two days ago!� I read the words written on the sheet and sat back on the bed.� "Sue thought it horrible I didn�t contact you as soon as you arrived and for this I have now been delivered into your hands.� As you can see, I am nothing more than a product to be dealt with."� It was signed, "your Jenny".
A slow smile hit me as I looked at the bound female, so tightly tucked into a box that she couldn't even work her way out now that the panel was opened.� I knew that she was living out a fantasy right now.� And hers had turned into mine.� Oh, were we going to have fun....
Part Two � Mummy on a Bed
First
of all, I have to impress upon you � this was reality.� As I lay next to the tightly wrapped and
still blindfolded and gagged girl next to me on the hotel bed, gently massaging
her cramped and fatigued muscles as best I could through the ropes and tape, I
ticked off the wonderful things that Jenny had been subjected to in her
stories.� I would certainly not be able,
nor want to have her insides pumped and filled with a solidifying solution that
would make her an eternal mummy, as had happened to her in
I ran a finger down her taped and bound breasts and watched her start in surprise.� She was a good moaner, that was for sure.� I had held off releasing her from her blindfold and gag for a reason I couldn�t put my finger on completely.� I think the logic went something like: once I can talk to her and see her eyes, she may loose some of that �just a product to be dealt with� aura and become the Jenny I had grown to love in a long-distance way.� I didn�t want that just yet.� I wanted my Jenny toy to be just that right now � a toy.� A product to be dealt with.� There would be more than enough time to see her as a wonderful girl.� But for right now�
I rolled her onto her belly.� She was still med-wrapped from neck to toe and those angry cruel ropes still tied her elbows and wrists to her sides, with ample support of her breasts in front, I may add.� Her thighs, knees, calves and ankles were similarly tightly roped.� Grinning, I swatted the rise of her ass just above her thighs.� She moaned-shrieked and squirmed as much as she could � hell, the wrap was still cushioning most of the blow.� She�d told me she�d never been spanked or whipped before � a condition I was bent on rectifying immediately.� Hey, she had her mummy thing going and I was going to get my sadistic thing going too.
I rubbed the wrapped ass a little and she stilled, the moan turning into a soft purr.� I swatted again, ten fast, firm times.� As she squirmed, trying to get away, I rolled her back over and saw the two nubs of her nipples straining against the wrap.� For someone who�d never had a good spanking before, she seemed to be taking it well.� I found both nubs and pinched hard.� She squealed and tried to bring her knees up to fend me off, but there was just too much wrapping her up for her to mount any type of resistance.�� I chuckled and continued rolling her nipples between both fingers.� Then I rolled her completely over on her back and got up off the bed.
Man, she looked good!� You just can�t top having a bound and helpless female in your bed.� Little in life came close.� Tearing my eyes away, I went to my travel bag and pulled out some scissors � the kind with the dull tips.� She was laying pretty much motionless when I slid down next to her.� Working the layers of wrap away by pulling and snipping � Sue, I didn�t know you from Adam, but you�d tied our girl here pretty thoroughly � I finally exposed first one nipple, then the other.� Jenny reacted with a hiss through her nostrils as the cool air hit flesh that had been covered for days.� I swung a leg up and over her so now I could lay atop her.� The feeling of her beneath me got my dick rock hard and it was a damn good thing her puss was covered and guarded by tightly tied thighs.
Slowly, teasingly, I lowered my mouth to one of the long, engorged nipples and suckled it.� Alternating between little bites and hard sucking, I soon had her bucking beneath me.� Her nip was a cherry red when I finally switched to the other.� I think she orgasmed at least once at some point � I couldn�t tell for sure I was so intent on tormenting those wonderful little nubs.
Well, her orgasm would have to be countered.� I got up and went to the little leather bag that kept my toys.� She arched her back and screamed into the gag as I clamped first one nipple then the other with the tightest, spring-tensioned clamps I had.� When the noise she was making deep in her throat subsided a little, I tightened the springs a little more.� Her reaction was music to my ears.
It was time for a little mental gymnastics.� I crawled up and lay next to her head.� Brushing away a strand of dark hair and tucking it behind her ear, I leaned in and ran my tongue around the fleshy lobe, my free hand sneaking down to idly twist the clamp on her near nipple.� I licked one last time, then bit the flesh, hard, and twisted the clamp cruelly.� Her head thrashed from side to side, a high-pitched whine coming from behind the gag and I steadied it by firmly holding her chin.
�Shhh, Jenny,�� I whispered in her ear �the first time I�d spoken to her.� She stilled at my voice and then I could tell she relaxed.� For a brief instant I wondered if she was sure it was me all along.� Maybe, at some point she had feared that Sue had rendered her into a sort of slave-of-the-month club offering and sent her off to a total stranger.� I chastised myself mentally at the opportunity lost � what fun it would have been for Jenny to think a stranger was doing all this to her!� Oh well, I filed the idea for possible future use.
I leaned in again, smelling the musky odor of a girl who had been stuffed in a crate for two days in a state of sexual fantasy � and the smell wasn�t all that bad, believe me.� Must have been pheromones or whatever.� �I�m so glad you could finally join me, girl,� I whispered in her ear.� I could see that she was trying to push the ball out of her mouth but the tight straps were having none of that.� I grinned.� �No, no dear.� The gag stays, for now.� You�re still a product and I�ve got a little more dealing to do�� I punctuated the last with another twist to her nipple clamp.
It�s all about reactions, at least for a Dom.� Watching her body react, first to the confinement, then to the teasing and tormenting inflicted by my hands.� The breath catching in her chest, the moans and squeals from her gagged lips, the little movements of her muscles trying to flee the sensations�I had told her once that I was a combination of sadist and romantic and she�d said that was a great combination � that I could hurt her then hold her afterwards.� I saw another benefit�I saw her as part nerve endings to torture and part art to cherish.� And I wasn�t willing to unwrap this particular piece of art just yet.
I nibbled her ear a little more, making sure that there were a few harsh bites in the mix, then slipped off the bed and hopped in the shower.� It was a cold one, to be sure.� I didn�t want to just play a little then screw her brains out.� This would be a long night for us both.
Part Three � Jenny Comes Clean
I debated with taking the blindfold off again � I�d had her in my evil clutches for a few hours now and she�d been like this, ballgagged and blindfolded and wrapped for two days.� I was more than a little curious to see what Jenny really looked like.� But in the end, I thought better of it.� She was still a product, at least for a little while longer.
I got to work with the blunt scissors again, slicing the med-wrap off her body starting with her feet.� I couldn�t help myself with a little gratuitous tickling which brought a few frustrated giggles from behind Jenny�s gag.� I was careful to keep the rope on her, cutting around the coils and pulling the wrap through.� I didn�t want her to feel any chance of freedom was coming just yet.� Besides, the night was still young.
A pleasant surprise greeted me when I got to her pubic area � she was completely shaved!� I had absently wondered if I would pull the tape off her pubic hairs for maximum pain or gradually pull the tape off for maximum torment.� In the end, it was soft smooth skin, a little pink and irritated from the tape, of course, that graced her lovely pelvic area.� A shaved puss is definitely a work of art.� I snaked a finger down and parted her pussy lips, sliding a finger deep inside � it went in easily as my Jenny was sopping wet.� I smiled, pulling the finger out and popping it in my mouth.� Unless I ran out of time, I�d be getting more of that taste later�
Up and around her breasts I went, releasing the rest of her boobs from the tape that flattened her nips earlier.� Of course, once exposed, those nips had gotten the treatment, as the rest of Jenny�s body would soon get.� Her arms were a pain in the ass, as Sue had thoughtfully wrapped her fingers and reinforced the wrist wraps � apparently she thought Jenny would be struggling against the ropes and chafing wasn�t allowed.
Finally I was done.� A pile of mangled med-wrap lay at the side of the bed and a naked, lovely Jenny, still quite securely bound in rope lay next to it. I slipped off the bed and thought I heard an impatient grunt from behind me, but when I looked back Jenny was just slowly testing her helplessness.� I could imagine the relief at getting that crap off my body after so long.� We�ll get you cleaned up and feeling better, girl, I thought.
I came back to the bed with my prized leather straps.� No thicker than a boot�s shoelaces, these came in many various lengths and made the best material for what I had planned.� Starting with her feet, I untied her ankles and tossed the rope aside.� Looping a coil of the leather strap around the ball of her foot, I began tying her legs together in a spider-web pattern up to her bound knees.� Little more than a few inches of her flesh was exposed without a strap crossing over it.� It had the appearance of Japanese bondage, but with the twist of the thin straps, I was able to create what I thought was a more intense bit of art.
Up her body, I methodically webbed Jenny � first getting rid of the rope and replacing it with the leather strap web.� Her elbows were brought together behind her back and the web looped tightly around her torso, pinning her arms behind her.� Her breasts, my favorite part of the web tie, were framed in the leather straps, subtly pushing them out and up while firming the flesh into tight orbs.
And then I was done.� The effect was stunning.� My black haired girl looked like a giant spider had captured her and was making ready to devour her parceled flesh.� I ran a hand up her body, feeling her muscles react to my touch with little twitches � she could move little else.� I let my hand come to rest on one of her breasts and idly worked her wonderfully long nipples into hardness.
�You�re my little bug tonight, Jenny,� I whispered in her ear and I could see her shudder.� I went to the other nip and played with that.� �I�m going to clean you up, stretch you out in my web,� my other hand snaked down to the soft smoothness of her pussy lips, �and then I�m going to play with you.�� The hand probing her pussy lips found her clit and pinched lightly, while the other hand squeezed the nipple, pulling it away from her breast.
�First, I want to see your face and hear your voice.� But remember,� I pinched the little button of her clit as hard as I could and similarly crushed her nip between my fingers, �you are still a product to be dealt with � no special deals here.�
I started with her ballgag.� Swinging over so I straddled her torso, my knees supporting my weight, I lifted her head and undid the buckle at the nape of her neck.� The red ball, not one of the bigger ones, but size was definitely a variable when it was worn for this long, made a cute little popping sound as it was worked free of her mouth.� She moaned and even whined a little as she worked her jaw � she was able to bring her lips together for the first time in many hours.� Her tongue darted in and out, re-moistening lips that had been neglected.
I leaned close and kissed her for the first time.� She moaned from behind my lips and returned the kiss, arching her back as I pulled away.� I knew that were the kiss to go on much longer I�d be needing another cold shower.� I was a sucker for kisses and Jenny was a great kisser!
She cleared her throat.� �That was nice.�� It was almost a whisper, more of a croak.� I reached over and got the glass of ice water I�d placed there.� Lifting her by the back of her neck, I let her have a few sips of the water.� She would have drained the whole glass if I hadn�t stopped her.� I had some idea that the human body would become perilously dehydrated, especially if it were given an enema first, which I was sure Jenny had been given.� But the stomach can cramp - I only wanted her to have a little water now, maybe more later.� I lay her back, placing the water back on the nightstand.� Then I allowed myself one more quick kiss � damn, she was good.� She sucked at my lips almost greedily and I wondered if her body was clipping along at a fever pitch.� After all, she�d been living one of her fantasies for some time now and finally someone was fucking with her.
Pulling away, I slid the silk blindfold off her head.� She groaned and squinted her eyes against what must have been blinding light.� While her eyes adjusted, I busied myself by playing with her nipples, coaxing them into rigidity again.� I glanced up and my heart missed a beat.� She was looking at me, full in the face, beautiful brown eyes squinted, lips forming a contented smile.
�Hey there,�� I said, sliding up next to her.� She moved forward and I let her kiss me briefly, then gently pushed her away.
She pouted a little and sighed.� �Sue tricked me, you know.�� I loved hearing her talk, that accent always fluttered my stomach.� Growing up I�d always fantasized about being with an English woman � thought for years that I should move over here just so I could meet my future wife.� But things change and two nasty divorces later I was burned out on marriage.� Serious sexual flings like the one I enjoyed with Jenny were more my style.� Still�
I ran a finger over her lips and she playfully nipped at them, so I tweeked her nose.� �I�m not sure what the rules are for products talking.�
She laughed nervously.� �Oh, they can, of course, so long as nothing is stopping them.�� She eyed the ballgag as I brought it close to her mouth.
It was my turn to laugh as I tossed the gag back onto the bed.� �You can talk for now, Jenny.�� I stared into her eyes.� �But at my choosing.�� Her eyes widened a little � that was good.� I was going to cause her a bit more discomfort.� But I had a pretty good idea she�d be enjoying it.� Most of it anyways.
�So what�s this about Sue tricking you?�
She tried to shrug and nervously laughed again.� �Sue wouldn�t let me ring you for the longest time.� She locked me in the cellar � we have a room down there where we play and she locked me up while you were here the first week.�
My hand strayed back to a breast.� I would never get enough of a good bound breast.� Just the feel of the taught flesh and the challenge of getting the nip to rise was always enjoyable.� �So you�re saying that Sue, humble, meek Sue, if I remember correctly from our phone calls � Sue kept you prisoner while I was trying to contact you?� Then why did she lock you in a crate for two days then send you to me at the last minute?�
Jenny frowned, obviously distracted from telling her story by my hands massaging her boobs.� �I wasn�t locked in that bugger for two days!� More like five or six hours.�� She smiled and looked at me full in the face.� �Not that I wouldn�t like to give it a go sometime.� Anways, she�s playing with your mind.� She wanted you to be angry at first and do nasty things to me � which, I might add, you�ve done.�
I squeezed her nip harshly, loving her squirming reaction and gasp.� �So, I�m to believe that the only thing keeping you from meeting me as planned almost two weeks ago, was Sue.�
She nodded and I squeezed again.� �Too bad,� I said, getting up off the bed.� �Too bad for you and too bad for Sue.�� I looked down at her, lovely bug caught in my web.� �Sue will get hers, I can assure you.� Meanwhile, you need some cleaning.�
Jenny flushed and I knew I�d hit a spot.� So I continued.� �In the States, we would call you �funky smelling��.
�Well, maybe someday you�ll find yourself tucked into a crate for two days, Mr. Toran.�� She knew she�d made a mistake as soon as the words left her mouth, but I played it up a bit.
�And who would do that, Miss Product?� Hmmmm?�� I took a step towards her bound form.
She glanced away, then back.� She was quite fetching when flustered.
I grinned my most evil grin and walked into the bathroom to
ready it for the next phase of Jenny�s torment.�
Turning on the cold water tap in the tub, I glanced at my watch � it was
When the cold water had filled roughly six inches of the tub, I turned the spigot off.� I had to make the best of my few remaining hours with Jenny.� That was all I could do.
She had hardly moved a muscle when I went to get her.� She still wouldn�t make eye-contact as I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bathroom.� �What are you doing,� she asked when she saw the barely filled tub.� Then she was looking at me, possibly trying to figure out what devious thoughts I had in my head.� Hell, girl, even I didn�t know one devious thought from the next.
She
found out exactly what I was doing when I plopped her into the water, feet
first.� She screeched and tried to hop
out, but I held her firmly.� She was now
standing in six inches of the coldest water I could coax out of
I leaned forward and caught a nip between my fingers and squeezed for all I was worth.� She stilled immediately and I held her chin with my other hand, forcing her to look at me.� �Hold still and I�ll warm it up a bit.� But only if you ask.� And ask nicely.� I think the words �beg nicely� would be even more appropriate.�
She glared at me, her teeth starting to chatter.� �Fine then,� I said and turned on the overhead shower head, taking care to be certain it was from the cold water tap.� Her scream as the fountain of frigid water hit her body from everywhere should have woke the neighbors and I clamped a hand over her mouth.
�The only sound I want to hear from you is some serious begging, Jenny,� I hissed.� She had her eyes closed and was shaking all over as I lifted my hand away.
�PPPPlease, Sir TTTTToran,� ppppplease ttttttturn on the hhhhhhot wwatwater.�
I was getting a little of the spray and damn it was cold � I could imagine what she was feeling.� Her skin felt clammy to my touch and her nips were straining in their flesh web.� She started whimpering from beneath her plastered black bangs and I let her go for a few moments longer before turning the spigot to warm.
She still stood in cold water, but now that her body was being treated to hot water from the shower head, she was caught smack dab between comfort and discomfort � it was a nice, confusing state that I wanted her in.� Plus, I wanted the tub to eventually be close to body temperature when I got to the business of cleaning her.
She was still squirming, obviously at war with her body as to whether she should be enjoying this or not.� She still shook from the cold but her body was starting to turn a healthy pink from the hot.� I reached in and found her pussy lips with my hand and slid� two fingers inside.� She moaned as I began to slowly fuck her with my fingers, my thumb every now and then brushing her clit.� I worked her until I was sure she was ready to come, then stopped.� Her eyes flew open and she groaned, but she kept silent.� The water was about where I wanted it anyways.
I turned off the water and treated myself to one more kiss � her wet lips and cheeks felt great and I lingered longer than I should have because she stiffened and moaned into my mouth as the first wave of an orgasm hit.� I reached down and pinched her nips � they were sure getting a work out tonight!� She rode the wave then moaned in pain as I continued crushing her nips in my fingers.
Finally, reaching around to support her weight, I lowered her into the water.� She stared into my eyes and I could sense the trust there � she was a tightly tied parcel of female and I was lowering her into water � she had to trust me.
With her completely laying back, her chin was a good foot above the surface of the tepid water.� Apparently, there wasn�t enough hot water to change the initial frigid layer into a more comfortable temperature.� That was ok with me.� The point was to get those leather straps soaked.� As they dried, later, they would slowly but steadily contract, pulling her already tightly webbed flesh into an even tighter form.� But she didn�t know that.� For now, I was going to get to know her a little more.
I went and got the bottle of wine I�d kept in the ice chiller � before she�d been delivered to me earlier, I�d planned to drain the thing in my sorrow, fully expecting to be sick on my flight out in the next day.� I also scooped up a few of the souvenir candles I bought at Piccadilli Circus.� These I lit and placed around the tub as she watched with doe-eyes, obviously wondering what I had planned for her.� I poured a glass of wine and brought it to her lips and again she drank deeply.� She closed her eyes when she drank and I was struck at how beautiful she looked with her hair wet, meekly drinking from my glass.
Not wanting her to get drunk from the wine and lack of food � I wasn�t a horrible host, I would be feeding her soon, of course � I pulled the glass away.� The next hour or so, we talked as I gently cleaned her.� Not Master and slave talk, but Toran and Jenny talk.� If we had gone out to dinner the first night I was here, this is the conversation we would have had.� She told me of her childhood, growing up in �well, I know that she wouldn�t want her personal details revealed here so, suffice to say, I learned about her and she learned about me.� She was a complex, interesting woman, to say the least.
So we talked as I scrubbed her clean, relishing every second of having free reign over her body.� Of course, being the sadist, I took the opportunity now and then to dribble the hot wax from the candles over her boobs, at least the part that was still above water.� She had the choice of accepting the wax and the pain or trying to slide her boobs under the water, but being tied the way she was, she obviously thought that was a dangerous move.� So she took the layer of wax on the top of her boobs with only a minimal of complaining.
With
my watch showing a
Room service was supposedly still open, even at this hour � and the thought of watching the reaction of a bus boy as he caught a glimpse of Jenny on the bed was a golden one.� But I grabbed my keycard, threw on my jeans and a T-shirt and left her there.� She�d asked if I was going to just leave her like this then glared at me when I told her she was a product again and would she like to wear the ballgag?
My trip to the first floor confectionery machines must have seemed like forever to her, because when I returned, heaps of candy bars and juice cartons in my arms, the first thing she complained about was that the straps were getting uncomfortable.
�I know,�� I said, plopping the impromptu feast on the bed next to her.� �They�re supposed to, dear.��
She started to say something and by the look on her face I knew it would not be nice so I picked up the ballgag and a candy bar.� �Your choice,� I grinned.
And that�s how I fed her.� She ate a few candy bars, some crackers, a few cartons of apple juice, the whole while squirming at the drying, tightening straps that covered every inch of her body.� And when we were done, around five in the morning, she finally got the gag again.� As I pulled down the covers to catch a few hours of sleep before going back out to the job site, she took the opportunity to remind me that she�d been tied for days and still hadn�t been able to use the �loo�.� Gag goes in, girl gets quiet.� As I turned out the light, I told her there better not be a wet bed on her side.
Part Four � Pleasure Before Business
Gentle nudging, followed by soft moaning in my ear was how I woke to my last day in Merry London town.� The dream I�d just left had my black haired and bit-gagged Jenny chained to a stone pillar in the middle of a pyramid�s tomb, naked except for the jeweled nipple clamps swinging from each breast and the thin spiked collar around her neck.� Black asps were everywhere and she frantically tried to kick them away from her toes and feet but the chains on her ankles were too short.� I sat a distance back, wondering just how long I could hold out with her helpless the way she was before I would have to get to it and fuck her brains out.
�Right now,� I whispered and opened my eyes to see Jenny�s two brown eyes pleading with me.� Since I was the only one under the covers (I am a rotten bastard, really) I could see with a quick glance that her leather straps were now deeply imbedded in her skin � they�d dried and contracted just as I had wanted and were now hugging her in a terribly tight embrace.� I reached out and patted a purpling breast, drawing a mewling sound from behind her gag.� That got my dick going.
I rolled over and checked the clock.� 8:26.� I didn�t really have to get to the site until around ten when I would oversee the final shipments of spare parts back to our plant in the states.�� I grinned and looked back at my girl.� I had plenty of time to do her right.
I slipped out of bed and coaxed my dick into peeing mode � no easy feat with a tightly trussed girl waiting for you back in bed.� A quick tooth-brushing and I was back in bed next to her.� I ran a hand along the curve of her thigh admiring the tightness of the straps.� I couldn�t even get a finger between the leather and her skin.� I would love the look of her body when the web of leather finally came off � she would be a work of art, sporting the intricate ties I�d made with angry red lines.
She moaned at my touch and that got my dick back to readiness.� I rolled her onto her back, relishing her grunts of discomfort.� The knots would be impossible to get off so I grabbed my pocket knife and carefully cut the leather around each knot on the bindings around her legs, from ankle to thigh.� She moaned gratefully as she was finally allowed to stretch and move her legs and those angry red marks were driving me wild.
She could tell what was on my mind because as I moved over her to finally bury my dick deeply into her hot and waiting pussy, her legs snaked up and over my shoulders, exposing herself completely for my first thrust.� She was flushed, glowing actually, and the angry red showing around the leather straps that still bound her tightly contrasted with the purpling of her boobs and the red of her cheeks.� I couldn�t hold on any longer.� Without hesitation, I rammed my dick home.
God, she felt good!� Her pussy was lubricated nicely and as I lay over her, feeling her tight cool bound boobs against my chest, the little nips nothing more than cold nubs, her eyes closed in gentle defeat, her warmth enveloping my rock hard dick � as I lay there doing nothing, feeling her beneath me, her breathing, her muscles contracting around my dick�I was in heaven.
I lay there for the longest time, dick buried inside her as deep as it would go, eyes closed, at one with the world.� Then slowly, I began to pull out, feeling that wonderful friction of her gripping me, trying to keep me in.� Out until the tip of my dick almost left the warmth, then with little more than a pause, I rammed it back in, straining to go deeper.� Dimly I heard her moans and with one hand I fumbled for the buckle of the gag, finally releasing her lips.� She was saying incoherent words over and over as I plunged deeply into her then slowly worked my way out.� I leaned in and found her lips with mine and smothered her flesh, kissing and nipping and inhaling her moans.� Faster I went, building up into a machine pace, until I was pounding her tender flesh with my torso and burying my tongue deep in her throat.
But I couldn�t hold out forever.� I knew it was coming and I tried to hold back, just a little longer.� Jenny sensed it too because she wrapped her legs around my torso tightly, tender pads of her feet digging deep into my back.� Time stopped.� For one golden moment I looked down at her, our eyes locked, my bound and sexy Jenny, so helpless beneath me and so right.� Then the locomotive slammed into me and I closed my eyes.� I must have moaned myself because she strained upward and found my lips.� Now it was her turn to greedily suck in my whimpers.� I tried to continue the pace, tried to make the explosion rocking my body last forever � and for a time it felt like it did.� But it wasn�t long before I found myself laying beside her, clutching her roped flesh desperately, my semi-limp dick still inside her.
I rolled her onto me.� Her arms strapped together behind her back gave her no balance, but I helped her straddle my torso, her legs laying astride my chest, and slowly, she began to grind into me.� I was getting hard again and this time I lay back and closed my eyes as it was Jenny who was doing the driving.� This one took longer to build and I wonder where she got the energy � she�d literally been tied up going on an entire day now, with only her legs now tasting freedom.� The thought of what I wanted to do to her meshed with the realization of what I could do her in the time left and, just as I was sweetly being led to my second coming, I knew what I was going to do.� I soared over the cliff and slammed down the other side, a wonderful plan planted in my head.� This time, I relaxed for the briefest of moments then rolled her off me.�
She was smiling, a cocky smile, a knowing smile.� Oh dear, girl if you only DID know�I slid off the bed and she cleared her throat.� �Am I still a product?� Or are you going to let me loose so I can eat breakfast?�� I glanced back at her and threatened her with the ballgag.� She gave it a narrow-eyed glare and pursed her lips together.� I didn�t have much time for what I had planned.
I took
a quick shower and walked out of the bathroom to a wonderful site.� Jenny was standing next to the large window
overlooking
She sensed me standing and looking at her and bowed her head sheepishly.� I caught her cheeks flushing as I came up behind her.� �Now, Jenny, we�ve been close friends for a long time.� I have to say you are one of the best, sexiest, kinkiest women I know.� Look at me - you trust me, don�t you?�
Her smile dimmed and I could tell she was instantly nervous.� She thought for a moment and I was relieved � thought was good.� She wasn�t subbie zoned or still riding the high from our romp in the sack.� She was clear headed.� When she answered with a simple nod of the head, I knew it was a real answer.
I kissed her, a gentle long kiss.� Then I pulled away.� �Good.� I�m not going to release you just yet.� I have to go to work-�
�But-�
I put a finger to her lips, quieting her.� �I�ll see to it no one disturbs your�torment.�� Her eyes perked up at that and I wondered just what it took to find a woman this into bondage.� I led her over to the bed and lay her back down.� She wrinkled her nose at the ballgag but grudgingly opened her mouth to accept it.
Then I went to work on her.� I had seen something like I was going to try on her in a magazine and had wanted to do it to her so badly since I had arrived, but she hadn�t come until last night and we ran out of time.� Slowly, I transformed her from a leather webbed girl to�something else.� I�m a mean bastard, and this was one of my best.
Methodically, I cut the oh-so-tight leather straps from her body, loving the cruel red marks left in their wake and replaced it with�thread.� Lots of thread.� By the time I got to her neck, she had almost twenty spools of black thread tightly criss-crossing her entire body.� There were thick bands at her ankles, knees, wrists and elbows, the latter two again bound together behind her back.� But everywhere else, the thin, delicate thread cut and bit into her skin.� I had flattened her breasts.� There were two complete spools tightly wound around her boobs and the effect was stunning � she was totally flat except for the two long nipples poking out from the thread.
These, I worked into their most erect form and then wound strand upon strand around the base of the delicate flesh until the entire nipple was tied and sticking straight out.� I could tell she didn�t like it and after the tightness of the leather straps, she�d found that things actually could get worse.� I had an idea that the thread would be cutting into her flesh before long.� At least, with the right amount of help in the form of movement.
I went to my bag of toys and got the two nipple clamps.� She shook her head from side to side, eyes big and watching the approaching clamps with fear.� She had a pretty good idea that with her nipples tied out the way they were, this was going to hurt like hell.
I clamped the first one on and she nearly went through the ceiling.� Tears formed in her eyes when the second went on.� But I wasn�t through yet.� I picked her up and walked her to the big mirrored closets.� She bucked a little at being carried, the cruel clamps pinned against my shoulder as I walked her over.� I slid the closet door back and deposited her just underneath the hanger rod.� She wasn�t sure what I had planned but I could tell she didn�t want it.
Threading a few loops of thread through each nipple clamp, I pulled until she was balancing on her toes, whining hard through her gag.� When I was sure she was as perched on her tip-toes as was reasonable, I tied the ends of the thread off to the overhead rod.� Now, she had the choice of resting her feet by standing full on them but getting her nips pulled horribly.� Or she could stand on tip-toe until I released her.� But I wasn�t done.
I flicked the clamps one last time, then closed the closet door.� She would stand in darkness, thread cutting into every inch of her flesh, feet on fire and straining to keep her nipples from being pulled off.� But I wouldn�t be gone long.� At least I hoped for Jenny�s sake I wasn�t�
Part Five � The Sad Goodbye
She was tired. �I could tell by the way her eyes rolled up at me, squinting from the sudden light, as I rolled the big mirrored closet door open.� Her legs were visibly vibrating from the strain of staying on her tip-toes, but I could see from the tear streaks across her cheeks that she wasn�t completely successful at keeping her bound nipples from feeling the wrath of the clamps.�
She lashed out at me with her eyes, cold fire shooting as best they could from behind her sweat plastered bangs.� She screamed from behind the gag as I cut the thread loops through the clamps, releasing the tension on her poor nips.� Girl, taking those clamps off are going to be even worse.� That thought made me grin and my grin made her start up the unladylike noises again as she sank wearily to her feet.� I�m sure that unimpeded by the rubber ball in her mouth, Jenny�s vocabulary right now would be British Blue.
But I was in a gentle mood so I carefully lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed.� I figured the gag should stay in at least until the clamps were off.� But one thing that may make them easier is if I could get her little motor purring again.� Softly, taking my time, I began to caress her thread trussed skin, running my fingers up and down her thighs across her stomach � this girl kept in shape and her stomach was firm as a cord.� She had a magnificent body altogether � soft and gentle curves where it mattered and beneath that, limber muscle.� After a few moments of my attentions, I snuck a hand down between her shaved pussy lips and lightly coaxed her clit to its erection, my fingers every now and then straying inside to get a little friction going.
Her eyes were closed and I knew it was the best time for those clamps to come off.� I dreaded the pain for her in a small part of my brain � but that same pain that would course through her body as tender nerve-filled flesh was suddenly free to pulse with blood again � that pain fired off the circuits in my dick and suddenly I was as aroused as she was.� Delicately, I put pressure on one clamp�s pinchers.� Her eyes flew open and she immediately started whining through the gag.� Then our eyes met and I popped the clamp off.
Her back arched and I was surprised that there wasn�t a sound coming from her at all.� Her heels dug into the bed and she rolled to one side.� I had to steady her to keep from rolling all the way over and crushing the remaining clamped nip and the now mangled flesh of the other.� Before she could catch her breath and fall back to the bed, I found the other and popped that one off too.� Then she made a noise � a loud, shrill scream from behind the ballgag.� Her body slammed to the bed and twisted every which way.� And me being the sadistic bastard that I was, found both crushed nips and rolled the aggravated flesh between my fingers.� She went through the roof, bucking and screaming, her eyes tearing up.� I was in heaven.
Finally, her struggles slowed and I let her nips go.� I was going to have to do something about my hard-on really quick.� I avoided looking down at her as I undressed, and then when I did stand before the bed, she was shooting daggers at me.� Rummaging through the piles of toys that I�d used to tie and torment Jenny and that I had just tossed about as they were used, I collected the various lengths of rope.� Her eyes narrowed and I got an even dirtier look.
I smiled.� �Ok, I know you�re tired and sore and probably the only thing you want is a little breakfast and a warm bath and maybe a stroll in the park to get your body uncramped.�� She nodded grudgingly and I tossed the ropes down on the bed beside her.� �Not gonna happen, Jenny.�
She grunted and I distinctly heard the word �fucker� mixed in with some unintelligible gibberish � listening to a gagged woman chew you out could be so much fun!� I lay down next to her and leaned in close to her ear.� What I whispered to her, in soft gentle tones, quieted the blue streak she was weaving from behind the gag.� By the time I was finished telling her my plan, she was nodding happily.� What a girl.� I knew she�d come around to my way of thinking.
I slipped the gag off and immediately kissed her, softly, fully.� She was such a wonderful kisser and I had only so much time left to drink from her lips.� When I pulled back, my dick was raring to go and she was softly rubbing her hips into me.� She started to speak and I put a finger to her lips.
�I�m not going to untie you, dear.� I know you well enough to know that after I�ve been so mean, you would deal with me even worse.�� I kissed her again.� As I pulled away and looked into her lovely brown eyes, she smiled.
�You�re right on that one.� But you can�t keep me tied up forever.� I will see you again, dear Toran.� And it will be you that has to learn to be just a product to be dealt with.�� Her eyes were positively glinting.� Some women are kittens, some are tigers.� Jenny was a hellcat.� She allowed herself to be tied, but you could never really tame her.� And when she got free � you would pay.� Good thing there would be a continent between us when she finally took her first unbound step away from this bed!
I got to work on her �threaded� body and in no time she was properly tied with rope again, this time in a spread-eagled position with her wrists tied to the bed frame and ankles tied to the foot board.� I left enough slack in the wrist ropes so that she could sit up while I went to work gently tying her breasts.� The angry cut marks from the tread covered her body and I saw with satisfaction that some, especially around her ankles and elbows, had even drawn a little bit of blood.� The poor girl had definitely been put through the paces.� And now it was time to give her a little treat.
When her boobs were tied snuggly and sexily, I lay her back and tightened the ropes on her wrists so that now she had limited movement.� I slid up beside her and gave her another long, deep kiss and I felt her hips roll towards me.� I rolled atop her and could have fucked her then, but she deserved a bit more for all her torments.� I slid down her body until my face was at the mouth of her other lips, the sweet musky smell of her arousal and soft smooth skin of her shaved crotch beckoned me.
Slowly, I ran my tongue around her pussy lips, first one side then the other, carefully staying clear of her little nub.� In ever shrinking circles, I worked the tender folds, every now and then darting the tip of my tongue just inside to taste her wonderful juices.� She was moaning and grinding her hips, trying to mash her pussy into my tongue, but I wasn�t ready for her to come just yet.� With a few tentative, teasing licks across her clit hood, I worked my tongue around and around the sensitive fold until the little button was rising out.� This I circled with my tongue and finally nibbled, drawing loud gasps from Jenny.� She stiffened and, just when I thought she was on the brink, I thrust my tongue as deep inside her as I could, running the top across her clit as I slid it out.
She screamed, her back arching as much as the rope would allow, her thighs grinding into both sides of my head. �Then it was my lips, frantically kissing her pussy lips, my teeth nibbling her clit and she shuddered a second time, barely getting enough breath.
My dick was almost bursting just from giving her head and I counted three straight orgasms while I licked and nipped and kissed her thoroughly.� Now it was my turn.� I slid up her body, my mouth finding hers and as she greedily tasted her juices in my mouth, I slid into her.� It was slow, almost gentle, not the violent pounding of last night.� I took my time, savoring the feel of her, holding back until the last possible moment, then collapsing on her, my head nestled between her bound breasts.
She was a wonderful lover and I would have a hard time finding anyone as fulfilling as my Jenny.� But time was short and I had a plane to catch.� I left her like that per the plan, tied to the four corners of the bed, dreamily looking out the window, while I hopped in the shower.� Packing was more difficult, sorting through all the bondage equipment and generally straightening the room so it didn�t look like the ramshackle chamber of horrors it had turned into.� The whole time she talked to me.� Comfortably.� At first, as we were still both high on the love, she told me in detail what she would do to me when we met again. �I won�t go into detail what those plans were, because at that point, I planned never to be caught off guard.� Truth was, when she did exact her revenge I made a horrible product.� But that�s her story to tell.
Then we talked about more important things. �Vanilla things.� Her job, my job.� Kind of eerie having such a normal conversation when the person you�re talking to is bound naked to the bed.� But that was normal for our kind, I guess.� This was as much a part of our life as running out for a coffee, or taking in a movie � this was what we did for enjoyment.�� For us, this was natural.� I will savor that time for as long as I live, in the moments after some of the best sex I�d ever had and before Sue�s arrival.� Whenever I get the chance to see Jenny, we make time for this.� We always get to this place.
The knock on the door came as expected.� The room was clean, things were as I wanted it.� Jenny immediately �fell asleep�, still laying tied to the bed.� I answered the door and was greeted by Jenny�s friend and foil, Sue.� Jenny had sent me a picture a while back, so I knew what Sue looked like.� She was a pretty blond, blue eyes, glowing smile, and very nice body.� She had that wonderful English accent, although just a little more clipped than Jenny�s.� She stood in the doorway and peered around me, smile nervously trying to stay lit.
She was the one who had initially kept Jenny captive in their cellar play room and then bound her into the crate and delivered her to me almost too late for the two of us to get enjoy each other.� She had almost destroyed my trip and had certainly frustrated Jenny, who spent enough time crammed into a box.� She was nervous because she knew that if Jenny had the chance, Sue would be dealt with immediately.
I stepped aside and Sue could see Jenny sprawled on the bed, bound fast and �fast asleep�.� The smile came back and she took a few steps into the room.� I tapped her on the shoulder and put a finger to my lips when she turned towards me.� We walked into the room and I pointed at the waiting box � I�d offered to help Sue load Jenny back in for their trip back home.� I moved to whisper in Sue�s ear, telling her that we�d had a long night and that I was giving Jenny a chance to recover.� Sue smiled and nodded when I whispered that we could talk a little better in the bathroom.� She followed me in.� As Jenny has so aptly coined that wonderful phrase, Sue was allowing herself to be stripped and made helpless even though she didn�t know it.� The bathroom was her doom and, still smiling, she walked right in.
She didn�t notice the small key laying on the side of the tub until I cut the idle chatter and pointed it out to her.� She peered at it closer, never noticing me slip behind her.� She even started to comment on it, but I was quick and had the element of surprise.� I scooped her elbows behind her back, almost hugging her from behind, then threaded her wrists into the set of handcuffs I had waiting.
She shrieked and I had to clamp her mouth with one hand, the other reaching across her chest � nice boobs she had, pity I wouldn�t get the chance to play with them � and steadied her.� �It�s a key to the handcuffs I just put on you, Sue,� I hissed in her ear.� I turned her around until she was looking up at me, blue eyes now a mix of terror and anger.� �This is as close as you�re going to get to them.�
I reached in the vanity and pulled out the old trusty ballgag.� You know, I don�t think the thing dried out at all over those two days.� When she was firmly gagged I led her back into the bedroom.� Jenny was beaming from the bed.
�Hey, you bugger!� Thanks for stuffing me in a crate for two bloody days!�� My girl was suddenly livid with fury.� I made the mental note that I had chosen well to leave her tied.
I walked Sue to the bad and forced her down so she sat at Jenny�s feet.� I�m sure that were it not for the ropes, Sue would have gotten a little more than her ass kicked.� Looping a coil of rope to one of Sue�s ankles, I tied it off to the far side of the bed, next to Jenny�s head, giving her no more than 3-5 feet of movement.� Then I motioned to Jenny by tapping my watch.� �Ladies, my plane leaves in just over an hour.� We have to make this short.�� I walked around and sat next to Sue who angrily shifted away from me.� Jenny tried so hard to get one kick in while Sue was close, but still lacked a few more inches of freedom to connect.
�Hey!� Jenny!� Sue!� Listen up!� Sue, you can�t free yourself because the key is way out of your reach.� As well as the door.� But.� You can untie Jenny.� Then Jenny can get the handcuff keys.�
Sue�s head snapped around and suddenly her eyes were more terror than anger.� Ah yes, what a devious plan.� Deliver captor into the hands of the captive.� �You�ve become just a product-�
�To be dealt with,� Jenny finished.� Then laughed.� �Oh don�t worry Deary, you�ll be dealt with as fairly as I was.�
I had to leave.� I leaned over and kissed Sue, because I could, then got up and went to Jenny.� My Jenny.� She looked up at me and I saw sadness and tenderness, but beneath that, just a tint of the coldness that I would see sometime in the future.� I leaned down to kiss her one last time, my hand gently massaging her breast.� Our eyes locked and I said, �Take care, girl.� And don�t be a stranger.�
She laughed and said, �Oh, you�ll get yours, Sir Toran.�� She winked up at me �the last image I remember with absolute clarity.� �In spades.�
She was taunting Sue as I slipped the door behind me.� The room was booked for another night and I honestly wondered how long it would take Sue to resign herself to Jenny�s wrath.� Neither could go anywhere until Jenny was free.� I was betting Sue would be getting a ride in the crate.
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