Lady in Bondage

by Powerone

  "Tell me Lady Anna. Why have you come to my library?” Lord Michael was domineering, his eyes demanding her absolute obedience.

  She stammered, her eyes downcast, refusing to look at the men that stood in front of her. “To be punished your Lordship."

  "Yes,” smiling at her revelation in front of Lord Roger. “And don't forget your pleasure. I have taught you as much as I can Lady Anna. I have your mother, Lady Charlotte to take care of my needs. You need someone to take you the rest of the way. That is why Lord Roger is here. He will take you to places that I could not or dare not."

  "NO!” Anna threw herself on the floor, begging Lord Michael. She only wanted him, finally finding her place with him. She yearned for more from him, hoping that he would take her innocence from her and make her a woman, but she heard her mother's screams of pleasure at every night. She knew he was right, that it would not happen with him. But to submit to a complete stranger. She wouldn't be able to stand the humiliation. Did he expect her to strip naked for him as she did for Lord Michael? And would he touch her in places like Lord Michael? She was sure she would die of embarrassment if forced to have an orgasm from his masturbation.

  "Just as I taught you to serve me, Lord Roger will do the same with you. He is a fine looking gentlemen. But he is demanding like I am. You will do his bidding starting today. I will remain today just to make sure you are comfortable, but Lord Roger will administer your punishment from now on. And your pleasure. After today Lord Roger will arrange for future sessions.” He didn't look for a response from Anna, his final words said. He sat back down at his desk, shuffling through the piles of papers, needing to pay Lady Charlotte's bills.

  Anna knew it would do no good to protest, Lord Michael's word final. He was already busy at his desk, leaving Anna alone with Lord Roger. She looked up at him again. He was every bit as handsome as her first gaze, but now she looked deeper, her eyes falling to the front of his trousers, seeing the bulge that pushed out the gray slacks. She could almost feel her fingers curling around it, feeling the heat from the flesh as she stroked it, even tasting the salty juices that would spill from the tip from her handling of his prick. Would he make her take it in her mouth as Lord Michael did? Or would he shove it down her throat, enjoying her gagging and choking until he filled her mouth with his seed? She didn't know what to do.

  Lord Roger looked at her auburn hair, the long mane down her back, the light catching a shimmer in the front, framing a face that glowed with innocence, a pair of blue eyes searching for satisfaction and pleasure. Even her mouth seemed to be begging, her tongue coming out to lick her lips, unaware how erotic it was to Lord Roger's eyes. His eyes feasted on her young, taut body. Her dress molded over two pert titties, a wide expanse of naked bosom exposed to tease and tantalize. Lord Michael had already told him that she was very adept with her hands and mouth, but that all of her other orifices were still virgin, except for the occasional finger that had penetrated them. His gaze went down her hour glass waist and the gentle swell of full, womanly hips. “Turn around,” his first command to Anna, his voice more demanding than usual, but he needed to assert his absolute authority over her early on.

  She was surprised that she turned so quickly, not even thinking, obeying instantly as she would with Lord Michael. She turned her back to him, able to feel his eyes burning on her bottom.

  His prick thickened at the sight of the trim, rounded cheeks of her bottom, able to make out the delightful crack that parted the taut flesh or was it just his imagination. Her derriere was made for punishment, able to take a paddling or a whipping. He moved behind her, his hands encircling her waist but not before he warned her. “Hold still.” He felt her body jerk when his fingers touched her slim waist, but she made no attempt to evade his grasp. His hands went around her waist, his hips moving forward until he felt his prick jerk in pleasure as he snuggled up to her plump bottom. “Yes, can you feel me Lady Anna? See how hard you make me?"

  She liked to hear her name, Lady Anna. She felt his thick prick on her cheeks, feeling longer than Lord Michael's. And harder. His large hands held her so secure, her head falling back to rest against him, surrendering to the feelings that were washing over her body. There was nothing she could do about it. His hands slid up her stomach, not stopping until they cradled her breasts, Anna looking down to see the large hands engulfing them in his powerful grasp. She arched her back, encouraging his touch, feeling her nipples responding to the touch. His fingers sought out the tips, she mewed softly when his fingers pinched harder.

  Such firm flesh, his hands molding her breasts, seeking out her nipples, finding them hard and erect. He squeezed them harder than usual, not surprised that she thrust them further into his hands. Yes, Lord Michael had already taught her to love the pain as much as the pleasure. His hands went down to smooth over the front of her dress, down low until it tried to find her sex. She didn't move as he explored her, disappointed with too much dress in the way. He finally pulled away from her, wanting to see her more fully. Naked. He stepped back, and sat on the chair. “Remove your clothes.” He said it with a matter of fact tone as if they had done this many times before.

  She looked at him with surprise. Deep down she knew that she would have to do this, but it came so quickly, she had hoped to prolong it a bit and get to know him better. Anything. It is difficult for a young girl to show her naked body to an older man, especially a stranger. Lord Michael had taught her the pleasure of submitting to an older man, obeying him without question until she did it without thinking. But Lord Roger was younger, more of a lover. Someone to seduce her, not dominate her.

  "I don't like to repeat myself. I expect my commands to be fulfilled quickly and without question.” Lord Roger's hand went down to the front of his trousers, gently rubbing his prick, the thick flesh stirring at the thought of Lady Anna stripping naked before him. “Now strip naked for me!"

  She could hear the anger in his voice, much like Lord Michael had been in the beginning. Anna knew she had to obey, her hands shaking as she slowly began the torturous job of taking off her clothes in front of Lord Roger. It took over five minutes to get the dress off, the many strings and buckles needed to be unfastened, Anna hurrying as she saw the impatience in Lord Roger beginning to grow. He was watching her so intently, Anna seeing his hand casually caressing his prick, a tremor running through her body as she imagined it entering her. While Lord Michael was reluctant to take her innocence, she knew that Lord Roger would have no such compulsion. In fact she had this feeling that by time she left today she would be a woman. She finally got the dress off, standing before Lord Roger in her chemise and undergarments. Both were frilly and tight fitting, Anna learned from Lord Michael that all men loved to be enticed by a beautiful body. She looked down, her nipples were hard and erect, almost pointing up to the ceiling with only a light touch from Lord Roger. She parted her legs slightly, feeling the undergarments sticking to her flesh, sure that it was from the rush of arousal between her thighs. She stood ashamed and aroused.

  Lord Roger admired her womanly figure, the chemise doing little to hide her full breasts and erect nipples. Lord Roger noticed a faint stain of wetness on the silken drawers, her legs spreading to reveal her white, sleek thighs. He squeezed his prick, needing relief soon. He would strip her naked and see how good her mouth was in bringing him the pleasure he wanted. “The rest, I want to see you completely naked."

  She pulled the chemise over her head, almost tearing it in haste, her breasts bouncing gently as she moved. Every movement seemed so obscene, his eyes taking in her globes as they were revealed, her nipples throbbing so much that they hurt, Anna fighting the urge to rub them.

  "Wet your fingers and tease your nipples. Entice me Lady Anna.” His hand rubbed his prick faster as he watched her tongue come out of her mouth, his imagination getting the best of him, almost feeling her tongue touch his prick. Her fingers moved with such eroticism, teasing the tips as if they were someone else's, encircling the areola until
the red tip was ready to burst. Only then did her fingers touch them, a soft moan escaping from her lips as her fingers pinched them to greater hardness. She plucked and twisted her nipples, her back arching obscenely, her eyes closed as if she were in her own bed and masturbating to a fantasy in her head. Lord Roger wanted more. “Your undergarments. Take them off. Spread your legs."

  She came back to reality, seeing Lord Michael looking at her with renewed interest. She smiled inwardly, proud that she could inspire such lust in them with her body. She rolled the silky undergarment down her shapely hips, kicking them off of her feet. She looked at Lord Roger, standing naked in front of him, proud of her body. Some of her shyness was gone.

  "Very lovely Lady Anna. Spread the lips of your pretty quim and show me the red petals inside.” He wanted her to display her body for his inspection to test her submission.

  Her fingers gripped her lips tightly, finding them already slick. Displaying her body so shamelessly was arousing her more than she expected. She pulled her puffy lips open wider than she needed to, looking down to see how obscene it looked, her petals opened like the wings of a butterfly.

  She was wet, her juices glistening on the red inner lips that were exposed by the exaggerated tug of her slit. He looked, able to see the tiny black hole, barely visible that was the entrance to her womanhood. She would have to stretch wide to take his stout prick inside her, but she would bring such delight to Lord Roger with the tightness of her virgin hole. “Your pleasure button. Show me how big it is"

  She continued to follow his orders without reservation, her arousal growing with each increasingly obscene demand he was making of her. She exposed her most intimate charms to him as if he were her doctor, her fingers pressing hard at the base of her pleasure button, two fingers teasing the blood to the tip until it was exposed, the hood pushed back. She could feel her heartbeat in the tip, a steady pounding, looking down to see it swell to exaggerated proportions. It was huge, much bigger than she had ever seen it before, even when Lord Michael tossed her off.

  "Such a big organ Lady Anna. It will bring you much pleasure.” He stood up, unbuckling his trousers, pulling them down his legs until they sat on his ankles. His undergarments were next, noticing that Lady Anna's eyes never left his hands, undeterred as he revealed his prick to her. He sat back down, his hand holding up his erect prick, his hand sliding up and down the shaft. He spread his legs, motioning her over to him. “Show me how skilled you are in handling a man Lady Anna. Please me with your hand. And your mouth.” He waited for a second before he added. “And arouse yourself as you do me. I want you wet when I punish you."

  She went to her knees, without hesitation. Her hands slid along his sleek thighs, feeling the muscles flexing beneath her touch. He had powerful legs and thighs. Her fingers curled around his prick, feeling the hot flesh that was so hard. Harder than Lord Michael's prick. She felt it grow beneath her touch, her fingers encircling the shaft, tightening as her hand slid up and down the thick shaft. Her fingers explored every bump and vein on the shaft before they moved to the head, the dark red head glistening from his juices. Her fingernails ran under the rim, feeling it jerk and shudder, her hand holding it tight as her sharp fingernail ignited an exquisite pain in his prick. Her head moved forward, her tongue coming out to lick her lips and make them moist. She planted a soft gentle uncertain kiss on the shaft, her hand holding it firmly in her grasp as her kisses moved from the shriveled ball sack all the way to the thick head that capped the long prick, each kiss planted with more ease. It had to be at least eight inches or more. It jerked and shuddered each time her lips touched it, the final kiss under the thick rim. Accustomed to the touch of the hot flesh on her lips, she opened her mouth into a wide oval, engulfing the helmet in the hot depths of her mouth, her tongue lavishing attention on the tip until it gave up its prize, his precious seed. His thick, salty fluid coated her taste buds as she orally assaulted his prick, her last resistance overcome.

  Lord Roger sat back, enjoying the attention the young girl paid on his prick. Lord Michael was right, her skills almost innate. And she was very enthusiastic, taking the head of his prick in her mouth without hesitation, her tongue working its magic on it. He felt his prick swell, her hand moving down to cup his sack, clenching and unclenching his sensitive balls until he felt the stirrings deep inside. He was ready to cum, her hand sliding up and down the shaft in perfect precision to the gentle sucking of her mouth on the head of his prick, her head moving rhythmically.

  She sucked harder, feeling him stir in her mouth. She had felt it before in Lord Michael, the first hint of their orgasm approaching. She gobbled his prick into her mouth, her head sinking down lower on the shaft until she felt it banging against the back of her throat. She waited to see if Lord Roger would make a movement to shove his prick down her throat like Lord Michael did, pausing, her tongue running up and down the shaft. She felt no hands on her head, sliding up the shaft with her tightly clenched lips, squeezing his prick with her mouth like she hoped her quim would do soon. Her hands urged the juices from his balls, feeling his hips rising up, knowing that he would soon shoot his seed in her mouth.

  "Finger my ass,” Lord Roger cried out, his sphincter tightening as the cum rushed up from his balls. He felt the finger tentatively touching his anus, pushing on the tightly clenched hole until she shoved harder. His hips rose up from the chair as her finger pierced his rectum, pressing hard against his prostate as her mouth and fingers milked his seed from his loins. “EEEEGGG,” Lord Roger was unable to contain his lust, his seed shooting up the shaft of his prick to fill her mouth with his first load of cum. He watched as her cheeks swelled, filling with his abundant crème, Lady Anna making no attempt to spit it out. In fact she almost greedily swallowed his seed, her hands and mouth enticing a second load of cum from his balls.

  She wasn't sure what to do but she obeyed, her finger poised at his backside, pressuring the clenching hole until it gave away, her finger breaching the hot, tight hole until she felt the muscles inside clenching uncontrollably on her finger. She felt his prick swell in her mouth and then the sudden rush of his hot seed filling her cheeks. She couldn't believe the abundance of his crème, a never ending stream of thick, sticky cum filling her mouth. She swallowed hard, a second load of cum filling her mouth again. Three times he unloaded his seed into her mouth, three times she swallowed it with vigor, finally she felt his prick shrink in her mouth. She licked it clean before it slipped out, suddenly remembering that she was suppose to have aroused herself while attending to his prick. She looked down between her thighs, seeing her juices sleek on the white flesh. She had done it without touching herself. She hoped that Lord Roger was as pleased with her performance as she was. She looked up at him, a shy smile on her face.

  She sucked him like a tavern wench, Lady Anna looking at him with satisfaction on her face, as well as lips covered in his crème. His prick already began to stir as her tongue came out her lips to lick up the crème and take it back in her mouth. “You suck with enthusiasm Lady Anna.” He stood up, helping her up off her knees as if they both weren't naked. “Over here. Now for your pleasure.” He pulled back the black velvet cloth that covered an unknown object.

  She didn't exactly figure it out, but she knew what its purpose was. It was meant for her to mount, sure that it would leave her open and available to punishment, especially her sex. It didn't scare her, it only aroused her. What had Lord Michael turned her into? She looked over, surprised that he left. Somehow it didn't bother her to be left alone with Lord Roger. She had already sucked his prick and now stood naked before him. She didn't fear him at all.

  The bench was more like a barrel, Lord Roger helping Lady Anna onto the strange contraption as if he were helping her into a carriage. She was made to straddle the barrel, her thighs pushed wide apart by its expanse. Once mounted, Lord Roger's hand went to her back and pushed her down until her breasts parted, hanging down on each side of the barrel. The position forced her bottom up hig
her. “Grip the bars at the bottom of the barrel,” he instructed her. “Or else I'll be forced to bind you to it.” Once she obeyed, he moved to the side, placing her feet in the stirrups on the back of the barrel. She had no choice, her butt rising up higher as if she were riding a horse. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, pleased at how she was posed. Lord Roger gazed at her silken behind in all its fullness, two glorious buttock cheeks drawn taut, separated by an enormous cleft, a small, brown dot barely visible in the center. Lord Rogers's eyes fell lower to the yawning love nest, framed by silky auburn hair, stained with the shiny juices from her aroused body. The stirrups forced her haunches up obscenely, presenting her bottom and all of her sex to his intimate inspection. And punishment.

  She could feel how exposed she was, the breeze blowing gently against her naked sex. She was arched up like a servant girl, to be taken by her Master, all of her intimate charms on display. She looked back, Lord Roger not picking up a birch rod as Lord Michael used, but a whip, a riding crop to be exact. Lady Anna had used one before while riding her horse, though she wielded it without much force, the noise making the horse obey. But she knew that the three inch leather tip could be quite painful if wielded with much passion.

  Lord Roger saw the concerned look on her face. “I prefer the more civilized riding crop, made of the finest leathers for my Lady. It makes a sharp snap when it caresses the flesh, a lovely sting is left behind. I think you'll find it preferable to the birch rod.” He spoke of the crop as though he was doing Lady Anna a favor by using it. The whip came whistling down on Lady Anna's behind, slicing across the white flesh, leaving a strand of pink skin behind, a gasp from Lady Anna's lips with each strike of the crop. The crop penetrated deep into the soft flesh, never hitting the same spot twice, moving from her waist all the way down to the gentle swell of her thighs. Lady Anna's body jerked with each loud repeat of the crop striking her tender flesh, muffled cries of protest coming from her lips.