by Becky Bell
‘You’ll do anything I say, right?’
‘Yes.’
‘Lie back then; can you do that?’
Andrea wriggled herself back onto the bed. With her arms bound behind her back so tightly it was not easy.
He knelt up beside her. With one hand on her knee he pulled her legs apart and stared at her sex. She knew it would be wet. The bondage had seen to that.
His hand slid up her thigh, over the opaque stocking top, on to her thigh. As she was lying on her arms her buttocks were raised and her sex was angled upward. Gently he prodded a finger into it.
‘You’re turned on, aren’t you?’
‘Yes.’ She desperately wanted to add the word ‘master’.
His finger moved up and down. ‘Christ,’ he said in a whisper, shaking his head as if he could not believe what he was doing.
‘Ms Angelis told me to tell you there’s equipment in the chest of drawers over there,’ Andrea said.
‘Equipment?’
‘Harnesses, whips, toys...’
‘Oh.’ He looked alarmed. ‘I wouldn’t know what to do with them.’
‘I could show you, if that’s what you want.’
‘To tell you the truth, Andrea, I’m not sure what I want. This is all like a big surprise. I’ve never really had much to do with my uncle before. Suddenly he invites me down here a day after my twenty-first birthday, and presents me with all this. Apparently my father had a house like this too. I never imagined such things existed. I mean, I’m not a virgin, but I’ve always been straight.’
His finger probed the mouth of her vagina. ‘Does that feel good?’
‘Yes,’ Andrea whispered.
‘Why are you here? Why do you let him do this to you?’
‘Because it’s what I’ve always wanted,’ Andrea said, with total conviction.
He shook his head in disbelief. Andrea noticed there was a large bulge tenting the front of the robe.
‘You’re very beautiful.’ He pushed another finger alongside the first, sinking them both to the knuckle. Then he pulled them out again. ‘I shouldn’t be doing this,’ he said decisively. He jumped up off the bed and started to head towards the bathroom, but after two steps he stopped and turned around, looking at Andrea again. His face was creased with worry.
Suddenly he tore the towelling robe off and jumped back on the bed. He rolled on top of Andrea and she felt his erection poking between her legs. Martin kissed her fiercely, crushing his lips against hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth as he bucked his hips and his cock slid into the wet tube of her sex.
She gasped, the sound muffled by his mouth.
Still kissing her, squirming his mouth down on hers, he pumped his cock into her two or three times. Then he stopped as suddenly as he’d begun.
‘No,’ he whispered. He tore his mouth away from hers and buried his face in her throat, his body as rigid as a board. He remained completely still for long seconds, obviously battling with himself, and then Andrea felt his cock twitch inside her violently, his semen erupting into her body.
‘Oh, Christ,’ he groaned, rolling off her immediately. ‘I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. It’s always happening to me.’
He stood up, his expression anguished. His cock was softening rapidly, his foreskin shrinking back over his glans. ‘Look, I’m really sorry. It was a terrible idea. I’ve always had this problem with women. I shouldn’t have done that. What do I do, get Laurie to take you back?’
‘It’s all right,’ she soothed. She supposed she should have kept silent, but if she didn’t say something, if he called Laurie and had her returned to the stables she guessed Hawksworth would not be pleased. If she was going to impress her master she had to help his nephew. She struggled to sit up, her breasts trembling. ‘Don’t send me back yet.’
‘It’s no good, Andrea. I thought...’
‘Will you let me help?’
‘What can you do?’
Andrea wasn’t at all sure. But she wanted to try. If she could get him aroused again she thought there was a chance his ejaculation but not be so premature next time.
‘Untie me.’ It sounded strange for her to be saying those words, but she couldn’t do what she had in mind with her hands tied behind her back. She twisted around and presented her arms to him.
With obvious reluctance Martin unstrapped her elbows, then unbuckled one of the cuffs. ‘Look,’ he said, ‘wouldn’t it just be better if we called it a day?’
‘Let me know if you think that in ten minutes’ time.’ She rubbed the circulation back into her arms. ‘Come with me,’ she said, taking his hand.
She led him into the bathroom. It was tiled in grey marble with a free-standing bath and a separate shower cubicle.
‘I’ve just had a shower,’ he pointed out.
‘I know. But we’re going to have a bath. Together.’ She bent over the white bathtub and turned on the mixer taps. There was a large selection of bath oils in a cupboard above the washbasin, and she poured some into the steaming water. It was the first time she had acted independently in weeks, and it felt unfamiliar. ‘Undo my stockings, will you?’
She put her foot up on the bath and he unclipped the four suspenders, his hands trembling slightly. She made him take her shoes off too. ‘Now the corset.’
She turned her back on him again and felt his fingers fumbling with the hooks and eyes.
‘Come on.’ She turned off the water, climbed into the bath, and he followed, sitting opposite her.
‘What now?’ he asked, looking apprehensive.
‘Give me your foot.’
He raised one out of the fragrant water. She took hold of it and pushed it down between her legs. ‘Use your toe,’ she said.
‘My toe?’ He looked puzzled, then caught on. Without looking very enthusiastic about the idea he pushed his toe into her sex. It was already hot and wet.
‘Christ,’ he said.
‘Feels good, doesn’t it?’ she said, squirming down on him.
‘So hot.’
‘Mmm...’ She snaked her own foot over his thigh and pushed it into his crotch. His cock was floating in the water, already beginning to engorge again. ‘Put your other foot on my breasts,’ she suggested.
This time there was no hesitation as he did as she said. Andrea felt his cock twitch. ‘Now the other one,’ she said.
He transferred his foot to her right breast. This time he flicked her nipple with his big toe as well.
She took his foot in her hand and pulled it up to her mouth, sucking his toes, which produced another sharp twitch in his cock. She could feel the blood beginning to pump back into it and pressed it back against his belly with the sole of her foot, rubbing it up and down.
‘Feels good...’ he murmured dreamily.
‘You’re getting hard again.’
‘I know. That doesn’t usually happen so quickly.’
‘Perhaps you’ve never given yourself a chance before.’
She sucked his big toe, making his cock jerk against her instep. It was fully erect now.
‘Come on then,’ she said. ‘That’s only the beginning.’
‘What do we do now?’
‘You’ll see.’
She stood up, his toe slipping from her vagina. She grabbed a large white towel from the heated rail next to the bath and wrapped it around his body as he stepped out. She rubbed him aggressively until she got to his cock, which she dried with the gentlest of touches.
‘Now you can do me,’ she said.
He rubbed the towel over her body as vigorously as she’d done to him, then knelt and dried her legs, his erection brushing against his belly. She turned around so he could do her buttocks. He pushed the towel down between her legs.
She took his hand and led him back into the bedroom. ‘Lie down,’ she said.
‘Open your legs.’ He did as he was told, and she knelt on the bed between his thighs and took his cock in her hands.
‘Don’t,’ he said, sitting up. ‘I’ll only come again...’
‘When you’ve been with other girls, Martin, what did you do?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘After you’d come the first time?’
‘I took them home.’
Andrea smiled. ‘I used to have a boyfriend with the same problem. He was young, like you. The younger you are the quicker your recovery rate. You can see that for yourself; you’re as hard as you were before. Instead of running away you should persist. You won’t come as quickly this time, I promise. You’re nice and relaxed from our hot bath, so just lie back and trust me.’
Martin gave her a quizzical look, then lay back on the bed again. Andrea wrapped her fingers around his cock and began to wank him gently. His cock was hard and smooth. She pulled his foreskin back and lent forward to slip his glans between her lips.
‘No...’ he gasped.
As she sucked him into her mouth his cock began throbbing violently. She saw the muscles of his thighs tighten, and for a moment she thought her theory was going to be proved wrong. His hands clawed the linen sheets, clutching like his life depended on it, and he was panting for breath. But the crisis passed. The throbbing stopped and his breathing became more regular. She saw the tension leave his muscles.
Tentatively Andrea swallowed his whole cock, feeding it to the back of her throat, then very slowly she began sliding it in and out of her mouth.
‘Yes...’ he said this time, very quietly.
She increased her pace, sucking his shaft a little harder.
‘Yes...’ he repeated, but much more firmly this time.
She pulled away, holding his cock in her hand.
‘It’s working,’ he gasped, smiling enthusiastically. ‘I think you’re right.’
‘So do you want to try the big test?’
The smile disappeared. He looked into her eyes. ‘I suppose I’ve got this far...’
‘Good.’ She straddled his hips, her sex poised above his cock. Reaching behind her back she took hold of it and guided against her labia.
Martin moaned. She felt his cock twitch. ‘It’s so hot,’ he said.
‘Just try,’ she coaxed. She lowered herself onto him. As he slid into the silky wetness of her cunt she felt him throbbing almost as violently as it had done before. Again his muscles locked. His hands grabbed her thighs, his fingers digging into them like steel claws.
Andrea was motionless. If he came again now she doubted he would give her a second chance. But slowly she felt the urgent throbbing subside. His hands relaxed, then almost imperceptibly at first he began pumping into her. Gradually each stroke got stronger, more confident, his hips lifting off the bed.
‘Slowly,’ she chided as he began powering into her.
‘You were right,’ he grunted. The smile had returned to his face. ‘This is fantastic! I never knew how good it could feel.’
‘You’re very hard,’ she said, her own body responding now she wasn’t so worried about him.
‘This is so good,’ he drawled. ‘Let me get on top.’ Before Andrea could do anything he pulled her down on top of him, wrapped his arms around her and rolled over. He managed to accomplish the manoeuvre without pulling out of her, and as soon as she was on her back he began fucking her again, with even more energy than before. His body was fit and strong, his muscles toned.
‘Oh yes,’ Andrea moaned into his ear.
He went on and on, his cock ploughing into her. She raised her legs, pulling her knees back to allow him even deeper access.
‘It’s fantastic,’ he breathed again. His cock began to throb anew. She knew he was going to come but it didn’t matter. He was in control of his ejaculation now. ‘I’m going to come,’ he groaned.
‘Yes, let me feel it.’
His cock jerked violently and she felt jets of spunk spitting deep into her body, as hot and as copious as they were before.
But this time, instead of pulling away the moment his ejaculation ended, he remained where he was, panting for breath, his cock still buried inside her.
‘Great,’ he panted, with real pride in his achievement. ‘Great.’
He kissed her gently, affectionately, sinking his tongue into her mouth. She responded, but her excitement was muted. She had helped Martin for her own reasons, but if she needed confirmation of her proclivities, her own arousal had not reached the heights she achieved when bound and helpless.
‘You feel so good,’ Martin murmured, and to Andrea’s amazement she felt his cock begin to stiffen again. He gazed down at her, his eyes sparkling mischievously. ‘And like you said; a rapid recovery rate.’
He started gently easing in and out of her again, but after a few moments he stopped and rolled off her. He took his cock in his hand and squeezed. ‘So now it’s your turn,’ he said. He got up. His whole attitude had changed. He was no longer diffident and hesitant.
‘It’s all right,’ she said. ‘You don’t have to...’
Martin smiled. ‘I know I don’t have to,’ he said. ‘What do you call my uncle?’
‘Master,’ Andrea said. The word gave her a pang of arousal.
‘Master. And you are his slave?’
Andrea nodded.
‘And you submit to his will, is that it?’
She nodded again.
‘Well you better start calling me, master.’
‘Yes... master.’ She felt another distinct thrill deep in her core. Martin’s voice was suddenly stern.
‘That’s better. Now get on your knees on the floor by the bed. Start behaving like a slave or I’ll get one of the other girls up here.’ It was as though he was trying out a new role for himself, seeing whether he was comfortable with it, and it appeared he was. She had given him back his masculinity and now he was going to give her back her thraldom. Andrea lowered herself to the floor immediately.
Martin went over to the chest of drawers. ‘This looks interesting,’ he decided. ‘Put it on,’ and he threw a leather harness on the floor in front of her.
She picked it up. The thin leather straps consisted of a bra-shaped top, which fitted around her breasts but not over them. Extending down from the straps under each breast, two more formed a long ‘V’ that looped into a metal ring over the wearer’s sex. From the bottom of this ring two thinner straps were pulled under the crotch and up into the cleft of the buttocks, were they were fixed into an identical metal ring at the small of the back. A thick strap then travelled from this up the spine, where it split into two and connected to the shoulder straps of the bra. All the straps had buckles so they could be adjusted to fit snugly.
Andrea struggled into it while Martin watched. ‘That’s much better,’ he said, when she’d finally buckled all the straps tightly. ‘You can stand up now.’
She obeyed immediately. The tight leather harness was not restrictive of movement, but they reminded her of her bondage, the smell of the leather provoking an instant reaction deep in her sex.
Martin produced a length of white rope from the drawer. ‘This is what you want, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, master.’ It was exactly what she wanted.
‘Come here, then; you don’t think I’m going to walk over to you, do you?’ He was growing into his role and beginning to enjoy it. His cock had not flagged and still stood from his belly at right angles. Andrea walked over to him.
‘Hands out in front of you.’ He looped the rope around her wrists, and then between them, leaving a length of it trailing. He pulled her forward by it until they reached the armchair. ‘Stand behind it,’ he ordered.
Andrea was on familiar territory once again. Martin was growing in confidence in his new role and his confidence was matched by her excitement. He dro
pped the end of the rope onto the chair and went back to the chest of drawers, returning quickly.
‘I’m going to gag you now,’ he told her.
‘Yes, master.’ Andrea savoured a sharp thrill of excitement. She loved being gagged, having her mouth stretched open and invaded. She could suck on a gag and pretend it was her master’s cock.
Martin pushed the rubber ball-gag between her lips and secured it with a leather strap around her head, tying it tight. She felt his hot erection pulsing against her buttocks as he did so. Then suddenly something descended over her eyes. It was a black leather blindfold.
‘No...’ she sighed, almost to herself.
‘Oh yes.’ She felt him kneeling at her feet. ‘Legs apart.’ As she obeyed his hands grabbed her ankle. He was wrapping a leather cuff around it. The cuff must have been attached to some sort of bar, because when he’d finished with both ankles she could not close her legs again.
‘I could get to like this,’ he mused. She heard him moving around in front of her, then stop. She was sure he was admiring his handiwork. A few minutes before she’d been naked; now she was trussed up in black leather and rope, an icon of fetishism.
She felt a tug on the rope, pulling her forward. She bent over the back of the chair. He pulled until her head was lowered to within a few inches of the seat. He passed the rope under the chair and tied it off to the bar that spread her legs apart.
‘Is this how you should be treated?’
Andrea nodded. The bondage had induced a level of arousal that was making her feel intensely elated. She was completely helpless and vulnerable again, her sex exposed and available, her limbs rendered useless. She could feel the leather harness biting into her flesh, particularly the two thin straps on either side of her labia, and the tight white rope that ensnared her wrists. The darkness seemed to concentrate all her feelings and magnify them.
‘Let’s see you struggle then,’ he goaded. ‘Come on. I want to make sure I’ve done a good job.’
Andrea pulled with her arms and tried to kick her legs free of the leather cuffs, but though she could wriggle and writhe from side to side, she could not escape the position he’d tied her in.
