Ruth Restrained

by Krys Antarakis

  Chapter 7

  Over breakfast on Saturday morning, Ruth opened the mysterious parcel. There was a note inside instructing her to wear only her brief black leather skirt, and the matching tiny bikini bra that lay at the bottom of the box.

  Her mouth was dry with excitement as she zipped up the skirt, its touch bringing back vivid recollections of the previous weekend. The bra had a halter string and fastened behind her back. The minuscule triangles barely covered her nipples; she was all but naked above the waist and hardly more modest below.

  She dipped into the box again and from beneath a layer of tissue paper fished out a silver ring that fastened to a matching bracelet, the two joined by a tapering silver chain. She slipped it on and gazed at it, feeling its weight, and guessed it was a symbol of her slavery.

  The box contained one more object – a sinister black plug. Staring at it, she experienced the familiar cocktail of feelings swamping her reason.

  She lubricated herself, and touched the entrance to her bottom with the plug’s hard tip. It made her tense, and a desire to be humiliated possessed her. The smoothness slid easily into her tightness, and again she experienced the strangely wonderful sensation of her sphincter being stretched. The plug drove in, forcing her open as her inner muscles resisted its thicker base. Then suddenly she felt it pop into place, and she was comfortably full. She wiggled her bottom experimentally, and scarcely dared anticipate the greater pleasures to come.

  The drive was uneventful and rather monotonous even as every bump in the road kept Ruth mindful of the plug in her bottom. It was continuously feeding sensations to her nerve-endings that kept her desires boiling. As she entered Nottinghamshire, the direction signs triggered pleasant memories, and those further north caused Ruth to blush with shameful excitement as she recalled her naughtiness.

  The moment she drove through the gate she was greeted by Elsa and Morgan. The couple had been awaiting her arrival sitting on their front porch.

  Elsa looked her over dispassionately. It was only their close kinship that enabled Ruth to detect the glimmer of pride in her friend’s eyes.

  Morgan circled, examining her critically before stepping close to smooth a palm over her bottom and to probe the valley between her buttocks, pressing on the black plastic still tightly sheathed in her anus. ‘Excellent,’ he said. ‘All perfect and aching for attention.’

  ‘I think we should allow her a light lunch,’ Elsa suggested, ‘and then you should give her a thorough shafting to tune her up. A little time under restraint would be good for her as well.’

  Lunch was cold chicken and salad served at the large kitchen table. As before, Ruth was made to wait on her hosts before taking her own meal squatting on the low trestle table. As she ate she examined her emotions, noting how different she felt being here than she felt when with Lewis. She was turned on, as intensely turned on as she had been in Lewis’s sumptuous house, but there was a different quality to her excitement. Here her arousal had a sharpness to it that fed a different side of her character. She had come here to discover more about herself, and already she understood that she needed both kinds of outlets for her sexuality, the more conventional as well as the more daring, because apparently each one satisfied a different aspect of her sexuality.

  As the meal progressed she was repeatedly called to the table to attend the needs of the couple she was here to serve. Each visit was accompanied by intimate touches and caresses, and as a result, she was the last to finish eating. Then Morgan stripped naked and moved over to her, his large erection swaying before him. Exhilaration gripped her, and her gaze locked onto his rigid cock’s hypnotic swinging. It was about to plunge into her sex, filling her and stretching her subservient flesh...

  He pressed her facedown across the table, flattening her breasts against the hard wooden surface. With his foot he spread her ankles apart, and then he gripped her hips and sank into her pussy from behind. His groin pressed against her bottom, driving the plug deeper and forcing the air from her lungs.

  A hand gripped her wrist and she looked up to watch Elsa looping a rope around it. It was pulled tight and threaded under the table, where it was wound around the leg, and the procedure was repeated with her other wrist.

  Morgan shifted his stance, exquisitely reminding her that his cock impaled her, as more rope was wrapped around her ankles, securing her to the table legs. She tested her bonds, seeking freedom of movement, and discovered she had none. Roped tight and pinned down by the erection thrusting into her, she was completely helpless, and a wave of emotion engulfed her as she teetered on the knife-edge of anxiety and anticipation. He rested his hands on her buttocks, caressing her and crooning softly as he eased himself outwards, retracting his cock until the rim of his swollen plum was lodged tight in her threshold. She tugged at her bindings, striving to twist her hips and draw every morsel of sensation from him. She flexed, squeezing him, and heard him moan. Still caressing her buttocks, he began inserting himself again. She felt his veined surface rippling into her, and gasped in profound delight when his knob nudged her cervix. She squeezed him again, using her inner muscles to milk him. He withdrew, but returned in one long sweeping motion that made her cry out with pleasure, and then gripping her hips even more firmly he began building a rhythm of measured strokes that made her wild with desire. Every thrust made the plug in her bottom add its unique note to the sensual music in her flesh, and she began cruising on a symphony of sensations. She would orgasm soon, and it would be wonderful, but at the moment what she most longed for was the protracted arousal of a big dick steadily reaming her. She hoped Elsa had thoroughly milked him that morning to guarantee him a sustained performance, and it looked as though she was not going to be disappointed.

  Long, hard and vigorously, Morgan drove into her, bringing her to a climax long before he reached his own peak. As his turgid member thrust mercilessly in and out of her pussy, Ruth began a cascading orgasm that went on, and on, and on. It seemed like an age before he finally came, and through the mists of her ongoing climax she felt his sperm erupting into her body, filling her with its sweet warmth.

  He stayed embedded inside her for a few moments, stroking her back and her buttocks, allowing his erection to slowly subside while she continued working him, hungry for yet another blinding release. Finally she lay slumped in her bonds, perspiring and exhausted, but perfectly at peace. It had been a magnificent fuck, and she was content.

  Ruth was left tied to the table for some time. She lay there, nearly oblivious to her surroundings, like a discarded rag doll amid the detritus of lunch. She felt wanton, sluttish, and totally feminine.

  She was startled awake by the sound of a voice in her ear.

  ‘Time to prepare you for your debut,’ Elsa was saying. ‘No, lie still, let’s take this out first.’ She parted Ruth’s bottom cheeks, her fingers groping around her sensitive ring to pull out the butt-plug.

  Ruth bit her lip as she felt it move, savouring the pleasant discomfort as the bulbous nose stretched her during its slow exit. A moment of uncomfortable heat, and then it was gone, replaced by an empty longing that almost made her cry with its intensity.

  ‘Don’t fret, little pet,’ Elsa said soothingly. ‘There will be something much nicer filling you soon. Now clear the tables and load the dishwasher, then go to your room and rest for while. I’ll come and make you ready later.’

  Ruth spent a quiet time browsing through the books in the guestroom, too excited to sleep, and it was well into the evening when Elsa arrived and took her to her own room to make her up and dress her.

  Ruth was fastened into a corset made of supple leather that pinched her waist almost to nothing when it was laced closed, emphasising her round hips and bottom and making her breasts jut out above it. A very short wrap-around skirt fastened by a Velcro strip completed the outfit. The back of the corset was fitted with loops into which her arms were strapped, and then she was sent to
wait in the kitchen. Walking down the stairs, she was acutely conscious of her appearance. There was a cheap quality to the outfit that felt boldly erotic. The skirt was incredibly short, which meant that when she sat down she would be totally exposed. The shoes – black suede with tall, thin heels – emphasised her bottom, and the corset made her nipples feel as hard as pebbles. They were tingling and so was her clitoris, all three buds aching to be stimulated. Being restrained added to her sensual urgency, notching up her sensitivity, and whilst standing submissively in the kitchen she clamped her thighs together in a vain attempt to placate the ravenous needs possessing her.

  Elsa appeared a few minutes later looking ravishing in a golden cocktail dress. ‘Almost time to go,’ she announced, unfastening Ruth’s arms. ‘Now, when you sit down, lift the skirt clear so your skin is on the seat. Do it now and show me.’

  Ruth lowered herself onto a chair, having to bend forward to lift the skirt. Once seated she instinctively parted her legs, and Elsa clucked approvingly.

  The sound of a vehicle drawing into the yard coincided with Morgan’s appearance, and they all stepped outside.

  Ruth saw the shape of Cooper’s taxi in the twilight. Cooper himself was holding the rear door open, leering at her, and she averted her eyes. A conventional trepidation made her skin crawl, but the awful fascination of the man wound up her desires even more. The thought of his huge penis driving into her made her shudder inwardly even as between her thighs a curious longing began smouldering.

  Elsa released Ruth’s arms and ordered her to enter the taxi after Morgan, who indicated the strange fitting placed against the partition. ‘Kneel there,’ he said.

  Two padded troughs placed on the floor were fronted by a short pedestal with a padded top, and near the base sprouted a bar with handgrips. Ruth lowered herself gingerly, sliding her knees to the front of the troughs, which were set well apart. There were sockets for her feet, and the padded top was contoured to support her shoulders, with an indentation for her chin that relieved any strain on her neck. Her hands fell naturally onto the grips, which she discovered were twistable.

  As soon as she was settled, Elsa flicked a switch on the pedestal. A soft humming started up, accompanied by a gentle hissing sound. Next she drew out a little rubber cup attached to flexible tubing, and pulled it towards Ruth’s left breast. As it came close, Ruth felt herself go cold all over as air rushed over her skin. Then with a plopping sound her nipple was sucked into the cup and a wonderful sensation bloomed from her sensitive bud all through her bosom, making her whole chest pulse with delight. A second swift suction captured her other nipple, treating her to double the joy. The suction was not steady but came in regular pulses that dragged delightfully on her teats.

  ‘The design is adapted from dairy equipment,’ Morgan whispered in her ear. ‘If we put you on this often enough, you’d start lactating. Twist the handles.’

  Ruth tentatively turned the grips. At once the sucking pulses quickened. The farther she turned the handles the faster the cups sucked on her nipples, and at maximum speed it was like having a vibrator clamped on her teats. She fought the temptation to go for orgasm and eased back, losing herself in the soft, easy delight of gentle and continuous stimulation.

  So diverted was she by the attachments on her nipples that she gave no thought to the way her posture left her exposed until Elsa folded her skirt up over her waist. With her shoulders dipped, her naked bottom was thrust high, pushing her sex out, which was made even more accessible by her parted thighs. Her vulnerability was further demonstrated by the sudden insertion of a finger deep into her vagina. She gasped and reflexively twisted the handgrips. Assaulted at both ends she cried out. A sharp smack on her thigh evoked a second cry, and a second smack. Her smarting skin began to burn, and as the warmth spread she felt it infuse the tender membranes encircling the probing finger. Instinctively she clamped it firmly with her vaginal muscles, and it felt so good she nearly climaxed.

  Her pleasure escalated throughout the journey as Elsa and Morgan probed and teased every fold of her body while the machine sucked relentlessly at her breasts. She was only dimly aware of the taxi’s motion, and hardly noticed when it stopped. Then Elsa leaned forward and killed the switch. The suction cups dropped away from her breasts, and she felt oddly naked now that all contact was withdrawn from her body.

  Morgan slapped her lightly on the rump. ‘Out you get now,’ he instructed. ‘That delectable fanny will see plenty of action later, and Cooper wants his fare.’

  Ruth disentangled herself from the wonderful machine and stumbled out of the taxi. The pavement hit her heels and she recognised the Alpine profile of Judy’s home. There were lots of people there already, judging by the number of parked cars on the drive, and the cool night air made her shiver.

  ‘Shall we settle the account now?’ Elsa asked Cooper.

  He shook his head. ‘I’ll wait for later,’ he declined. ‘You’ll want me for the return journey as well, I take it?’

  Morgan answered in the affirmative, and fastened Ruth’s arms to her corset as she trembled in anticipation.

  Chapter 8

  Judy and Nick emerged from the house to welcome them. ‘Do you understand your position here?’ Ruth’s male host enquired, and she nodded.

  ‘While you are wearing the ringed bracelet you cannot decline to participate in any activity,’ he elaborated. ‘If you change your mind about your role as a slave, you must find one of us and ask to be released. The release word is Houdini.’

  Ruth nodded again.

  ‘Excellent,’ he said, smiling indulgently. ‘Listen carefully to every instruction, and always be obedient. Now go and mingle, and enjoy yourself.’

  Elsa took charge, ushering Ruth to the rear of the house.

  She glanced around her excitedly. There were perhaps twenty-five people outside in the grounds. Some were dancing, others were relaxing on loungers, and a few were cavorting noisily in the lake. Then they reached the coach house where she saw a cold buffet and an impressive selection of wine and liquor set out on tables.

  ‘You may help yourself at any time,’ Elsa explained. ‘But don’t get drunk, and commands take precedence over everything.’ She released Ruth’s arms.

  Just then something was happening, arresting the attention of the crowd, and both women turned towards the source of the disturbance.

  Walking across the lawn was a man dressed entirely in black. He was an imposing figure, mature and yet possessed of a youthful aura. He was tall and powerfully built, and his clothes clung tightly to his firm body. In his hand was a silver chain, the other end of which was clipped to a clit ring adorning the vulva of an incredibly beautiful woman. Slender and curvaceous, the slave walked with cat-like elegance, her head held proudly high but her eyes downcast, and she was totally naked. Apart from the genital piercing and her slave bracelet, she was devoid of any covering, including hair. Even her head was shaved clean.

  Ruth’s mouth went dry. She held her breath, staring in fascination, and then asked Elsa in an eager whisper, ‘Who are they?’

  ‘Conrad and his principle slave, Zelda,’ her friend replied, a note of respect in her voice.

  ‘Principle slave?’ Ruth gasped. ‘What do you mean?’

  ‘Conrad collects slaves the way some men collect paintings. Zelda was his first slave, and she is his most perfect. She is totally devoted to him. But I’ll explain more later.’

  Ruth returned her attention to Conrad, staring at him, mesmerised by his presence. He radiated a charisma that invaded her soul. Then she considered Zelda, pondering enviously at the bonds linking this beautiful master with his gorgeous slave. Everything about her physical appearance was superb, and her demeanour was at once placid and secure.

  Elsa handed Ruth a drink, which she sipped gratefully. Then she felt a hand on her arm, and fingers playing suggestively with the silver chain at her wrist. Tur
ning, she found an elegant woman standing beside her.

  ‘You’re Ruth, I believe,’ the woman said. ‘Tell me, Ruth, do you lick pussy?’

  Taken aback by the forthright question, she hesitated to respond. The woman had a handsome face and a fine figure clad in an expensive black cocktail dress, and her ruby necklace sparkled with inner fire where it caught the light. ‘Um, of course,’ she eventually stammered, Nick’s warning that she had to obey all commands echoing in her brain.

  ‘How lovely.’ The woman smiled. ‘Then you shall. Come with me.’

  Ruth set down her unfinished drink and allowed herself to be led away. They walked across the lawn to a little arbour cut into the edge of the woodland.

  ‘I’m Olivia,’ the woman introduced herself. ‘And that is my husband, John.’ She indicated a couple fucking furiously on a bench. ‘He’ll join us shortly.’ She settled down on another bench. ‘What I want you to do is make me feel nice until John arrives. Then I shall want you to bring me off with your tongue while he screws you from behind. And I want us all to come together. Can you do that for me, Ruth?’