by Nicola Diaz
“King, are you enjoying my big, round body?” I asked with a smile.
He laughed lightly and then walked behind me. He pulled out a new whip that he must have bought on my day off, and proceeded to hit my ass with it. Benson watched from his cage, and the Gregorian chanting continued to echo throughout the dark room. I imagined that I was in a far-away land, being dominated by a man inside a castle, deep within the depths of his dungeon. It was an exhilarating thought, and I tried not to become too lost in it.
“Priestess, your big, round bottom is the object of my desire, and your big, full breasts are like pumpkins in the choicest patch,” he said.
I let him admire me as he usually did before making any more moves. He seemed entranced with my shape, and I enjoyed it as much as he did. Then he reached for his new whip and struck at my backside once again. I cried out and he told me to be quiet. Benson squawked. The candles flickered back and forth and strong breeze swept inside the room form the open window.
“Well keep whipping me then, King,” I said, and began to play with my nipples again.
Monty hit my ass until I yelled out, and I hung onto the chains of the suspension to keep myself balanced. It was getting rougher with him, and I could see his desire behind the whips and he let them loose. I started to play with my pussy for a little as he continued to whip me and then he asked me to stop. He cranked the suspension up so that it was almost as high as the ceiling. We hadn’t gone this high before, and my heart thumped with anticipation. What if I fell? What if the chains snapped? The fear and the desire, simultaneously, made for an epic afternoon. I watched as the suspension climbed higher and higher, and then waited as it creaked to a stop.
Monty reached for his whip and then blind-folded me again. I was excited to carry out the rest of his desires before beginning my chores for the day, and I was also wondering what he wanted to do that was different. He whipped me a few times on my ass again, and I yelled out with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Then I waited for his next move. He opened the door and called in the painter who I had seen the day before. Apparently, he wanted to know if I would mind being the subject of his next piece.
“It is not every day that I have the opportunity to be in the presence of such a busty and beautiful priestess, as you,” he said.
“I would like to capture you in the moment, with Monty if you will agree,” he said. “And of course there would be a significant reward,” he smiled with his eyebrows raised.
I was tempted to say yes because of the financial reward, but at the same time I worried that the image of me might get around, and it could ruin my reputation as an aspiring art student at a respected university.
“Will you make sure that it only remains in your hands?” I asked him, hopeful.
The man, who I realized upon closer inspection was quite handsome, nodded his head and then sat down on the dragon chaise. Monty stood quietly with his hands clasped, as he so often did.
“I am only going to produce one copy of the paining, and it is for me,” he said with assurance. “The original is going to hang in this room, by Monty’s request,” he said.
I later came to find out that Monty paid him five thousand dollars for the finished work.
“Okay,” I said.
A part of me actually hoped that the painter and I could get to know each other better. My relationship with Monty was not deep, and even though I enjoyed the sex with him, I thought that we just came from two different worlds, and that we would never be able to sustain any kind of “real” relationship outside of Benson’s Palace. The man eyed me with satisfaction. Then he left he room for a moment and came back in with his easel. He opened up his painter’s case and laid out all of his brushes, the he stood back and smiled.
I had never much been involved with exhibitionism, but today I decided to branch out and give the men what they wanted. For the painter, it was rather simple, and the pay-off was great. For Monty, the request was rather basic, as well, although basic in my eyes was most likely not so basic in the eyes of others. My aunt, for one, would never have believed her eyes if she had been witness to anything that took place at the estate.
I eased myself up to the top of the suspension and hung from the harness, as Monty stood beneath me. He rubbed my legs and I closed my eyes. He always praised the shape of my calves and the outline of my thighs. Today he continued to rub them and he smacked my ass from behind at the same time. The painter wanted to include the blind-fold in the painting, so Monty produced it and then pulled it over my eyes. He tied it tightly in the back and then began to circle me like a cat.
I felt uneasy with both of them in the room. It was so dark, and I felt so alone, high up in my suspension. Benson was quiet, and all that I could hear was the occasional flicker from the candles and the faraway voices of the chanters, whose volume had been turned down when the painter arrived. Monty asked me to play with my pussy, and to listen to his every command. I let my fingers explore my wet hole. It was exciting, even though I was still nervous about being so high above the tow men. I wanted to know what Monty was seeing when he watched me, wanted to know what it looked like from their vantage point. It was a good distraction, playing with my pussy. I fingered myself a few times and then tried to get my entire hand inside of my hole.
“Priestess, open up that pussy,” said Monty.
He was clearly enjoying me as I masturbated, and it was also exciting for me, too. I was still nervous because I was blind-folded, and it seemed like the light would never come. I told Monty that I was feeling scared, and he told me to finish playing. “Just keep that pussy wet, priestess,” he said, and so I continued to pen up my hole, until I almost reached an orgasm.
Just then, Monty stepped up to the suspension. He whipped me on my ass again with the switch, and then he climbed on top of me, carefully so that he would not fall out. His suspension hooks were made of galvanized steel, so there was no chance of them coming loose from their structure. The painter watched from below. I took a deep breath and pulled Monty closer on top of me. He unzipped his black pants and asked me to suck his big, hard dick. I placed it inside my mouth.
The painter drew out one of his wide brushes and seemed to move in the same rhythm as I did, while sucking on Monty’s dick. He painted up and down, up and down, and then stopped, painting the delicate outline of my face as I played with Monty’s long shaft. He picked up a new brush just as I picked up the tempo, moving Monty’s cock in and out of my mouth with precision. Monty grunted and moaned as I pleasured him in side the suspension harness. He then leaned back, holding onto the long suspension chains and his cum shot out into the air.
I still couldn’t see anything beneath the blind-fold, and I writhed in the harness, wanting to be freed from my enclosure. But Monty wasn’t finished. After he had reached the ground, he leaned over to see the painting. Apparently it met his approval, because I heard him praising the painter and offering to pay him even more than he had initially agreed to. I lowered my head, feeling exhausted, and hoping that I would soon receive my list of chores.
“Monty, will I begin my chores soon?” I asked.
He grabbed his switch and I felt it whip my ass once more. I let out a cry and he then un-tied my blind-fold and kissed me on the lips. I wanted to see what the painter had completed, but Monty said I’d see it soon enough. He asked me to submit to him once more, but my eyes told him that I was tired. “I’d like to begin my chores, Monty,” I said again. He rubbed my tits and then caressed my ass. He slid a finger inside my pussy and told me that I was the most beautifully curvaceous woman he’d ever seen, and that he wanted me all to himself.
“I will release you now, priestess,” he said, and lowered me to the floor.
Once I was standing in front of him, he asked me to bend over. I did, and he inserted three fingers inside my pussy, this time moving them harder, back and forth inside of me. He pulled out a small whip from behind his back and smacked my as with it a few times as he fingered me. The pain
ter watched, amused.
“Monty, I think I’ll have an orgasm if you just finger me a little more,” I said.
He smiled and did as I asked which was nice because I was so used to being dominated all the time. I liked how his fingers felt almost as much as I liked what his dick felt like, but I reminded myself that it was foolish to believe we’d ever be able to exist as a couple outside of the estate. I leaned forward as he continued to finger me, and then I felt it coming- the long, rippling sensation of pleasure that seemed to explode all over his hand.
“How is that, priestess?” he asked as I came.
I smiled and then I eased back and looked at the painter who just grinned and remained silent.
“Monty, that is unbelievable,” I said, and then waited for him to hand me my list of chores.
He did, and I tucked them under my bustier and left the room. The first place I headed was the bathroom to take out the trash as requested. I picked up a few pieces of jewelry that had been left behind, and placed them on the kitchen table when I left. I entered the room of mirrors as my last stop, and admired myself one more time. I liked how the bustier gave me a flattering look. My thighs were large, my breasts even larger, and it all seemed to fit me so well.
When I got home that night I was wiped out. Spending longer and longer hours at Monty’s was a blessing for my financial life, but it was having a detrimental effect on my social life. The few friends that I had in the area were also college students, and they often spent nights out at the local bars, or spent time with their families. I tried to make my schedule work so that I could continue to work for Monty, and have some time to myself, as well. It didn’t work out so well.
“Monty, I want to continue to work for you, but I might need to reduce my hours,” I said.
“It seems like I just can’t get any time for myself,” I said, and hoped that he would understand.
It was one of my scheduled cleaning days, and Monty was having a party out by his pool. I was told that the painter was out having my picture framed, and that it would be on display in Benson’s Palace tomorrow.
“But Priestess Sophia,” he said.
“If you leave me lonely, I’m not sure what else I’ll do,” he said.
He was wearing his usual black attire, except for this shoes today were bright blue, and his hair was slicked back instead of pulled into a pony-tail.
“What if I make the hourly rate even more appealing to you? Let’s say I bump you up to an extra ten an hour?” he asked.
I contemplated and then reminded myself of the school year that was just around the corner. I really did need the extra money.
“Okay, Monty.” I said.
“I’ll continue to work the same hours through the summer, but you need to remember that when the school year gets going, I’ll be gone,” I said, unsure of ho he’d react.
He seemed to understand because he simply nodded his head.
“I understand, priestess,” he said.
“Soon you’ll be back flitting about like the butterfly you are,” he said.
“But for now, I want to keep you in my net,” he said, and smacked me on the ass.
I laughed and then headed back into Benson’s Palace where I prepared to get ready for another day of work. Today I felt spunkier than usual, and I picked out a full leather ensemble, with matching black leather boots.
I entered the bondage room and then had a look around. Monty had moved a few pieces of furniture around, and had lit a few candles as usual. There was some ambient music playing, and the mood was quiet and dark. I climbed up into my harness and prepared to excite him with my new outfit. When he knocked three times I called back with my usual response. He liked to be called the King, and I always found our relationship to be rather unique because of the various conditions.
I spun around a few time, playing in the harness and allowing myself to feel the constraints as strongly as I could. It was both scary and exciting to be alone in the room. Even after these few months of getting to know Monty, I still always had a little voice in the back of my head that told me to make sure that I watched my back, just in case a stranger appeared on the premises. Sometimes Monty’s parties were rather large, and I never knew who I’d meet when I rounded the corner.
I ran my hands along my curves, and my legs kicked out from under the harness. Monty liked to watch me try and make moves in the air, so this morning I played around with my boots and tried to get into a few new positions. When he pulled out his switch, I was ready. I pushed my ass out of the harness as far as I could while keeping my balance, and he whipped it until I yelled out. It made me nervous and turned-on at the same time to have him whip me, and I closed my eyes while waiting for his next move.
Just then the painter came inside the room. He was holding up the finished piece, and Monty gave him directions about where to place it. I tried to get his attention with my giant breasts. I played with them for a few minutes and even waved out to him, but he seemed to be intent on getting Monty’s attention, so I simply let him be. When they had finished their transaction, Monty hung the painting on the wall closest to the door. I admired it from my place in the harness.
“Priestess, let me whip you a few more times before I send you off to do your chores,” said Monty.
He pulled out one of his red whips and smacked me on the ass. I yelled out and then he asked me to rub my pussy, which I did while he watched me. I wanted to get a closer view of the painting, so I let him whip me a few more times before climbing out and walking over toward the door. I was amazed at what the painter had depicted with his skilled hand.
The painting was beautifully crafted, in hues of gray and black. He had played up my features with accuracy, and all of my curves were outlined with charcoal. He had created an amazing image of the harness, and his brushstrokes seemed to dance along the outlines of the room in the painting. My face, though, appeared frightened, and that bothered me. I didn’t know that my real feelings had been conveyed in the painting, and I asked Monty if he liked it. He smiled, as if to convey that mine was a silly question.
Monty said that that was the entire purpose, to make me feel as though I were being controlled. I thought about it for a minute and couldn’t decide whether I liked that. Yes, it was exciting to be controlled, but there was a piece of me that wanted to have my freedom back. I knew that I needed to make decision. I started at the painting and then waited for some sort of divine intervention. The room was silent, and the candles continued to burn. I looked at Monty and then climbed back into my suspension. He smiled and then blew out the candles, one by one.
THE END
BONUS STORY 3
CAPTURE ME!
Chapter 1
‘Sophia just breathe’, I tell myself. This is not meant to be happening, not yet anyway. And this is rather elaborate. I never expected that they would arrange a bank job just to kidnap me. I cannot think of the details of the contract, remembering only the date that was set, and the sexual dos and don’ts of it that were clearly outlined. This is two days too early though, and so I start to think that this could be a real robbery. If so though, why would they be interrogating me alone in my office.
My job as local branch bank manager has really kept me busy. That is why I signed up for the kidnapping gig. The thought of being sexually tortured by strangers and being paid a small fortune for it has been all I can think of for the last couple of weeks. My cunt moistens at the thought. These bank robbers are also easy on the eye, and the fact that they are not wearing masks makes me think that this is all a part of this elaborate setup. It could also mean that they are not worried about being caught, or that they will kill me after they have the access codes that they are demanding
I decide to call their bluff, to see if this is in fact a part of the arrangement. They take me down to the safe room, where all the safety deposit boxes are housed. There is a series of digital access codes that are required to gain entry to these boxes, a precaution that we took in
case the clients lost their keys. How could these men know this though, and why would they bring me down here, instead of taking me away from the bank?
The guns that they wave in my face are real enough. That means that the four men left upstairs with the last of the staff, the ones that were still in the bank at closing time, are armed with real guns too. The gunman in front of me has a menacing look in his eyes, asking me for the codes again, lifting my skirt with the barrel of his gun. I think of giving them to him, but something inside me holds me back from doing it just yet.
Perhaps it is the coldness of the gun against my thigh that turns me on. Perhaps it is his gray blank stare. Whatever it is, I need to know how far he is willing to go to get the information out of me. The room is cold, and it is dark. I try to remember where the light is in the room, but I remember that it is dim, so even if it were on, the room would still be dark. I am surprised though that his gaze is fixed in my mind, and I see him as clearly as though the room were soaked in white light.
He slaps me across the face and then pulls my face towards his. Again he is demanding the codes, and again I refuse to give them to him. He looks around at the others, smiles, and then rips the buttons on the front of my blouse. He tables his cun and takes out a knife, cutting my bra down the front of it. The fabric falls to the floor and my tits rise high above my chest, my nipples hard and full against the coldness in the room. I try to cover them, but he pushes my hands away from my chest.
