by Anna Cundell
‘This is Su Li,’ Ms Fellowes announced.
Apparently the girl knew what to do, for she crossed the room and stood beside the chair, her hips swaying and her breasts quivering firmly with each elegant step. Ms Fellowes nodded that she should begin, and the girl began to wrap the leather straps attached to the chair around Clare’s limbs. She began with her arms. Straps were tightened just under her armpits, above her elbows, below her elbows and at her wrists. Then she moved to her body. A strap was wound around her chest just above her breasts, and another just below them, then yet another around her waist. Two straps slipped over both thighs, then around her legs just above the knee and at her ankles. Finally the girl moved behind the chair and fitted a strap around Clare’s throat so her head was held back against the headrest.
Clare couldn’t move, and with the strap around her throat preventing her raising her head she could no longer see either Ms Fellowes or the girl, and her vision was now restricted to a small area of the ceiling and the camera mounted there. But even that view didn’t last long. Su Li’s hands came into view holding a padded leather blindfold, and total blackness descended.
‘Gag her,’ Ms Fellowes ordered.
Su Li pushed something flat and tasting strongly of rubber into Clare’s mouth. Then a leather strap was wound around her face securing the rubber in her mouth. Then Clare heard an odd noise and the rubber began to inflate. Soon it filled her mouth, forcing her tongue down and her jaws apart, her cheeks were bulging and the rubber filled her maw, making it quite impossible to do more than moan weakly.
‘Part of the therapy is to make you aware of your own body,’ Ms Fellowes told her. ‘By depriving you of one sense we can increase the awareness of the others. Blindfolds deprive you of sight so you have to rely on your senses of touch, smell, hearing and taste. And depriving you of the ability to move or talk isolates you. It means you are able to concentrate more intensely on what is being done to you.’
Clare felt Su Li’s arms brushing against her temples as she cinched a leather strap around her forehead, so now she couldn’t even move her head from side to side. She was completely and utterly powerless to prevent anything Ms Fellowes wanted to do to her, and that made her feel a profound apprehension and vulnerability. But at the same time, and with the same intensity, she felt the most extraordinary excitement. Her heart was beating wildly and her nipples puckered tightly. Every time the girl cinched a strap tight Clare’s clitoris responded with a wave of arousal, and she knew she was already soaking wet. Apart from her fingers and toes the only movement available to her now was to be able to squirm her buttocks against the leather seat, and she could feel it was already slick with her juices.
For a moment she could hear nothing and wondered if they’d gone. Then suddenly there was a soft whirr of electric motors, not unlike the one she’d heard in her ‘cell’ when the camera moved. At the same time she felt the most incredible sensations, and though still bent at the knees, her legs were being spread apart. The extensions to the chair to which they were so securely strapped were moving and taking her legs with them. At the same time the chair was pivoting further back.
As her thighs were pulled apart she could feel the lips of her sex opening too. The movement of the chair didn’t stop until she was lying horizontally and her legs had been raised and parted, so wide she could feel the muscles at the tops of her thighs straining against the leather straps. In this position her sex was completely exposed, and she realised this unimaginably tight bondage had left her almost breathless with excitement.
‘You see what I mean?’ Ms Fellowes said. ‘Have you ever been more aware of your sex?’
Clare could not even nod her head by way of reply. But it was perfectly true. Her vulva had become so sensitised she was sure she could feel the brush of air against it as someone moved in front of her. Her clit felt swollen and hard.
‘I want you to touch yourself, stroke your sex,’ Ms Fellowes instructed.
The idea was ridiculous. Clare could not move an inch. She tried to protest but the gag stifled anything but a meaningless moan.
‘Come on, do as I say,’ Ms Fellowes said adamantly.
Though her wrist was strapped tightly to the arm of the chair Clare stretched the fingers of her right hand as far as she could, as if to demonstrate to the cruel woman the impossibility of what she demanded. But though she knew it was a physical impossibility, she wanted desperately to do as she was told. She would have given anything to be able to caress that little button of flesh and work it from side to side, and the idea of masturbating herself to an orgasm while Ms Fellowes and the girl watched made her swoon with desire.
A hand stroked Clare’s cheek and Ms Fellowes’ voice whispered in her ear, her mouth so near Clare could feel her breath. ‘Frustrating, isn’t it?’
‘Mmmmm…’ Clare managed to mumble.
‘While you are here with us you will be deprived of the ability to perform even the simplest of actions. We will control everything you do. We will decide how you look, when you eat, when you sleep, even when you take a shower. That is what you want. That is what you have always wanted. It is just that you have never understood it before. You’re a natural, Clare. Do you understand that?’
Clare did not understand at all. Since she’d pulled on the rubber cat-suit in her flat less than twenty-four hours before she had not understood anything that happened to her. But she didn’t want to spend time thinking about what Ms Fellowes had said. She didn’t care. All she cared about was finding someway to release the surging desire that was gripping every nerve of her body. She ached for human contact.
A finger traced around Clare’s distended lips, down her throat and onto her right breast. Clare felt it locate her nipple, then circle it with the lightest of touches. Her body reacted convulsively, squirming against the unyielding straps, her fingers clutching at the air.
‘The tighter you are held down, the less freedom is allowed to you, the more you will feel,’ Ms Fellowes whispered, and this time her tongue touched Clare’s ear. It was wet and burrowed into the inner whorls, making Clare fight her bondage once again. ‘But there is something else you need, isn’t there, Clare? Something much darker and more profound.’
The finger moved across to the other nipple, and without warning two nails bit into the tender bud of flesh, like two talons. Then they twisted viciously.
Had Clare been able to scream she would have done so, but all she could manage was a muffled wail. Her body went rigid in her bonds, stretched as taut as piano wire. But then she felt a surge of feeling of an entirely different kind. The pain from her nipple was translated into a wave of such intense pleasure she thought she was going to come. She was so wired now it would only have taken the faintest of touches on her clit to catapult her into an orgasm.
Ms Fellowes had not missed the frisson of pleasure. ‘You see,’ she said, knowingly.
Clare was terribly confused. She did not understand why her body was responding in such a shameful way. She strained forward, pulling against the straps that held her thighs, trying to push her sex up towards the dominant woman.
‘Pleasure and pain, they are the two sides of the same coin.’
Clare heard the distinct noise of leather creaking, and felt a breath of air against her inner thigh. She tensed, hoping she knew what was coming next.
‘Begin,’ Ms Fellowes instructed, and immediately Clare felt the tip of Su Li’s wet tongue licking her inner thighs. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, it moved up to her exposed clitoris. It circled the little bud then pressed deliciously.
Just as she had in the clearing, Clare felt a wave of uncertainty at the idea of another female touching her so intimately, but however much her mind was telling her that this was taboo and something she should not be enjoying, her body seemed intent on the opposite reaction. As the girl’s tongue began to tease her clit every nerve
in her body went wild, and the fact that she was unable to move seemed to make the feelings a thousand times more intense.
It was exactly at that moment that Clare heard something whistle through the air. She’d heard the same sound in the van. The whip, or whatever it was, lashed her across her right nipple and the centre of her breast, making her jerk violently against her bonds and instinctively try to twist away. She did not succeed; the straps held her tight.
Just as rapidly the two experiences, the intense pleasure and equally intense pain seemed to mingle together and become confused.
Thwack!
The whip landed again, on her left breast this time. Clare tried to scream but the gag prevented her. There were countless hot needles of pain pricking both her breasts, but in less than a few seconds each had turned to an excoriating pleasure that coursed through her body and linked with the wonderful feelings swelling in her clit and her vagina.
Thwack!
She was coming. She was coming in a different dimension from the way she had come before. She thrust up against the leather restraints, not because she wanted to escape but because she wanted to feel their tight grip on her body. She knew she wanted the whip to fall again just as much as she wanted the tongue to caress her clit. But there was one thing missing. She desperately wanted to be penetrated. Her hot wet pussy ached for something to fill it. And as surely as if she had begged, she felt fingers sliding down to the mouth of her vagina and two then three pushing inside, the flow of her juices making the penetration effortless. The fingers thrust inside her until she could feel knuckles pressed hard against her labia, and artfully they toyed and teased. Every sinew in her body strained for release – and then it came. As the whip fell for a fourth time her orgasm exploded, the extraordinary sensations in her breasts, in her clit and in the tight confines of her vagina combining to deliver an orgasm that wracked her whole body with pleasure.
It took her minutes before she was capable of registering anything again, and when that moment came she felt the fingers slip gently from her body while that soft, sinuous tongue worked between her legs, lapping the juices that were leaking copiously from between the lips of her vagina.
‘We’re not finished with you yet, my sweet,’ Ms Fellowes said.
The electric motors began to whirl and the chair tilted back again, but this time it kept rotating until Clare found herself almost upside down, her head just above the floor, her body pinned to the chair by the leather straps. Her legs were still bent at the knees and spread wide apart.
She heard a movement and the strap on her forehead was removed, and then the small rubber bag in her mouth deflated. The leather strap holding it in place was loosened and the gag removed. The blindfold was pulled away too, and she found herself staring up at Ms Fellowes, who stood just in front of her.
With the gag in her mouth the only thing she’d been able to smell was rubber, but now a more alluring scent filled her nostrils. It was Ms Fellowes’ distinct perfume mixed with an altogether more musky and primitive scent – the unmistakable fragrance of lust. Then to her increasing horror she saw the blonde pulling the leather skirt up, revealing a silk suspender belt and the tops of her black stockings. She was not wearing panties, and her pubic curls had been trimmed into a perfect triangle. Her labia were completely shaved, smooth and glistening wet. Ms Fellowes took one step forward and spread her thighs on either side of Clare’s head, the nylon of the stockings rasping seductively against her cheeks.
‘Do you know what I want you to do now?’ Ms Fellowes asked.
‘No please, no,’ Clare begged, fully aware of what was now expected of her. ‘Please don’t ask me to do that.’ Despite the extraordinary pleasure she had just received from the lips and tongue of Su Li, the idea of performing the same service on Ms Fellowes dismayed her. She had never in her life imagined doing that to another female. She tried to twist her head away, but the woman’s thighs gripped it tightly.
‘But you have to,’ Ms Fellowes replied. ‘It is as simple as that.’ She lowered herself an inch or two so her smooth labia touched Clare’s lips.
Clare clamped her mouth tightly shut. The labia had opened slightly and she could see the scarlet flesh of her vagina. ‘Mmm…’ she protested, trying to shake her head to make the woman understand.
Ms Fellowes straightened up, moving her sex away from the upturned girl’s mouth, though still poised close. ‘If you do not do as you’re told, Clare, then your treatment will end here,’ she threatened severely. ‘Right here and right now. Is that what you want?’
No, it was definitely not what Clare wanted. Her body was still quivering with the aftermath of her last orgasm, and the idea of it all ending now, abruptly, was almost as daunting as the thought of what she was being asked to do to the woman.
‘Make your mind up, Clare.’ Ms Fellowes’ voice was harsh and uncompromising, so tentatively the bound girl opened her mouth and raised her head slightly, to brush her lips against the woman’s inner thigh, just above the dark nylon band of her stockings. The flesh was incredibly soft and silky, and she kissed it gently but reluctantly.
Ms Fellowes did not move, waiting for Clare to take the initiative, so she lifted her head higher, moving her lips up until they were kissing the hollow immediately below the hovering sex, trying to persuade herself that what was being asked of her was not so bad after all. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and pushed her mouth up against the wet labia, but instead of the revulsion she was expecting to feel the touch provoked an entirely different reaction. She felt her own sex contract sharply and her clit do exactly the same. The flesh of Ms Fellowes’ sex was wonderfully warm and meltingly soft, and almost before she realised what she was doing Clare pushed out her tongue and parted the labia so she could reach her clit. It was pulsing powerfully, but the extraordinary thing was that her own was reacting in exactly the same way.
‘That’s better,’ Ms Fellowes said, bending her knees and sinking slightly so Clare could rest her head back down against the headrest.
Clare’s initial apprehension had been replaced, more quickly than she would have believed possible, by excitement. Part of her mind was still telling her that this was terribly wrong. But just as it had been when the girl’s tongue was working on her the thrill was only increased by the fact that it was such a shock to her sensibilities. She became more adventurous, moving her tongue and finding the opening to her vagina, and for the first time in her life she thrust her tongue inside another woman’s sex, and lapped at the succulent juices she found there, feeling Ms Fellowes’ body tremble under the assault. She moved her tongue back to her clit, and found herself savouring the new experience, enjoying the taste and textures of a female body. This time, instead of merely mimicking what the girl had done to her previously, she used the tip of her tongue to slowly circle the hard little button.
‘Oh, yes… yes there,’ Ms Fellowes urged, her body quivering again. ‘You’re learning very fast.’ The blonde leant forward, moving her hands around the back of the chair, lowered her face to deliver a delicate kiss on the soft flesh of Clare’s inner thighs, then let her lips slide down to Clare’s sex.
The bound girl let out a gasp of pleasure, the waves of bliss coursing through her body mirrored in the standing woman’s, which had the effect of amplifying everything she felt. There seemed to be a direct connection, like an electric current, between Ms Fellowes’ swollen clit and her own. As she nudged her tongue against the tiny bud with a regular rhythm Ms Fellowes matched the tempo exactly, moving her tongue in the same way, so they were both responding to the same fervid pulse.
Despite the wonderful orgasm she’d just experienced, she knew she was going to come again. The feeling of Ms Fellowes’ avid mouth pressed against her sex, the corset that confined her body so tightly, the unyielding bondage, and perhaps most of all the hot, wet, smooth sex against her own lips, conspired to overwhelm h
er. She struggled to control herself, wanting to give Ms Fellowes as much pleasure as she was giving her, but then she felt a hand insinuating itself between their bodies, and realised she had almost forgotten about Su Li.
The hand slid down over her breasts and fingers pinched her nipples. They were already tender from the nipple clamps, and responded with a wave of that particular pleasure-laced pain she had experienced already. It was enough to take her over the top and she shuddered helplessly in the tight bondage of the chair as her orgasm gripped her. Somewhere in the miasma of sensations she felt she was dimly aware of Ms Fellowes’ sex contracting against her lips, and the blonde’s body trembling as much as her own.
Eventually, after what seemed like forever, Ms Fellowes stepped away. Clare peered up at her own body, tied into the odd chair. She felt completely limp, all energy drained. She closed her eyes, wanting to concentrate on the delicious aftershocks and trills of pleasure that drifted through her.
There was a whirl of electric motors and the chair began to rotate, returning Clare to an upright position.
‘Well, I think I can give Dr Hammer a very positive report, don’t you, Clare?’ Ms Fellowes concluded.
Chapter Four
Clare woke with a feeling of utter contentment. After Ms Fellowes had returned her to her room she lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep immediately. She had no idea how long she’d slept, but for the second night running it had been gloriously uninterrupted and completely without dreams, let alone nightmares.
