by S. J. Lewis
The blonde didn’t shrink away as the camera zoomed in close to her face. Marie saw that her mouth had been sealed with multiple strips of wide, clear tape. That didn’t seem to be upsetting her either. She stared back into the camera with an I-dare-you-to-fuck-me (please!) expression in her eyes.
The camera panned back as the man who’d escorted the blonde in…or yet another man, Marie couldn’t tell, she hadn’t been paying attention to anything but the blonde…knelt down behind her and made her get up off of her haunches and arch her back. The blonde closed her eyes and moaned through her nose.
He turned her this way and that, showing off her tits, her ass, even her shaved pussy as he bent her over for the camera. The handling seemed to be turning her on immensely as she kept making those nasal moans. Marie noted that whenever she had the chance, the blonde looked right into the camera, her eyes smoldering. Maybe she found the cameraman especially attractive.
The blonde’s handler made her lean forward, kneeling, and then began wrapping more clear tape around her arms, just above her elbows, pulling them close together. She seemed to be very limber. As near as Marie could tell her elbows were almost touching, pulling her shoulders back and throwing her full, round tits forward. The blonde gave a sidelong glance back over her shoulder and then turned her attention back to the camera. Marie saw her chest rise and fall impressively as she took a breath through her nose deep enough for the microphone to pick up. Oh, yeah, she was really getting into it now. Marie realized that she was too. What was it about seeing other women being bound that she found so erotic and exciting?
Finally, the blonde’s handcuffs were removed and her wrists were bound with more clear tape. The man who’d been handling her gave one of her big, full breasts a squeeze before getting up and moving away off-camera. The camera began panning back, as if the cameraman was backing away from her. The blonde rose up on her knees. There was a look of confusion and pleading in her eyes now. Marie heard her moan again in a mixture of arousal and pleading.
“That’s enough.” Marie’s master gave her leash a sharp tug. As much as Marie wanted to see what happened next, she wanted to be alone with him even more. She turned away from the screen and followed meekly after him.
***
“M…master…” Marie cried out. “Master, please!”
“No, my lovely little slave,” he looked up over the newspaper he was reading and smiled. “I told you that you would have to be disciplined.”
“Yes, Master.” Marie bit at her lower lip. She had been expecting a spanking, or a caning, or even just to be strung up, standing, maybe on her toes, her wrists bound up over her head to something until she couldn’t stand it any more and had to beg for mercy. What her master had done to her was none of those things. It was more like sweet, agonizing torture than discipline.
The old farmhouse must have once been home to a big family. When it had been modernized, there had been space to put in half a dozen small suites. Aaron apparently owned one of them, because every time he’d brought her here they’d stayed in the same one. Or maybe it was some kind of timeshare. Marie didn’t know. In any case, she had more imminent concerns.
He’d tied her up in what he called shibari style. Her upper torso was circled tightly with coarse-looking ropes just above and just below her breasts. They pinned her upper arms closely to her sides. Her wrists were bound behind her with more of the same rope and connected to what she always thought of as her ‘harness’ in a way that kept them just above the small of her back. More rope ran between her breasts, connecting the upper and lower bands of ropes. It was all very snug and completely escape-proof, yet nowhere was it too uncomfortable. In fact, she rather liked how the bindings squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts just enough to make them stand out. Whenever she was bound that way, her nipples stood out too, and her master had put small clamps on them. They pinched just hard enough to be painful, and the feel of their weight, light as it was, always kept her nipples erect and tingling.
All that wasn’t so bad, as long as she had the prospect of a good, hard fucking from her master later. In fact, it was an extremely effective form of foreplay for her. It always left her hot, horny and dripping wet for him. She was that way now, but tonight he had added something new. It looked for all the world like a small, soft plastic saddle mounted on a plain wooden box, but it had some fiendish additions not immediately apparent.
Marie knelt, straddling the saddle as it rocked her slowly back and forth. There was some kind of electric motor in the box, powering it. She couldn’t get up, because her master had fastened her ankles back to the side of the box with leather cuffs that were chained to the box. That by itself wasn’t too bad, but there were irregular small bumps along the centerline of the saddle that stimulated various areas of her pussy as she slid slightly forwards, slightly backwards, as the saddle moved. The only problem, as far as she was concerned, was that none of those bumps stimulated her quite enough. And that, by itself, wasn’t too bad, but there was one last trick to the box-and-saddle contraption: It vibrated. Right now it was doing so at low power and irregularly, so that she never knew when the next set of delicious tremors would hit. Her master had used some kind of remote control unit to start everything up, and he had left it sitting in plain sight on the floor in front of her. It was nearby, and she could see it right there, but it was out of her reach as surely as if it had been on the Moon.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, trying to concentrate on those maddening bumps, trying to wriggle around to get more out of them. The saddle was already slick with her own juices, though, and as hard as she might try to clamp her thighs around the saddle it was just too slippery now for her to get any kind of grip and stay in place once she’d found a good place to try to stay. She gritted her teeth and moaned through them. Maybe if she sounded like she was getting more pleasure than she was supposed to out of this devilish thing her master would pay a bit more attention to her. He might not be able to see her as long as he was holding up that damned newspaper, but he couldn’t help hearing her. She moaned again, more loudly and more gutturally. And maybe, even if he didn’t believe her acting, the sound of her moans would arouse him enough for him to take her off of this thing and make her ride him instead. She’d love to do that. It was always a special thrill for her to do all the work of giving him pleasure, making him moan and groan and knowing that it was all due to her. She moaned one more time, open-mouthed, trying to sound like she was approaching orgasm.
Her master laid down the newspaper and looked at her, smiling. Marie almost smiled back, but then he would have known that she was faking. He probably knew anyway, but she kept it up. She let her head loll back and forth as the saddle rocked under her, and tried very hard to look like she was in the throes of passion. Even if he knew, it looked like he was enjoying the show she was putting on. She moaned loudly and began grinding her hips against the saddle as best she could.
Her master rose from the chair and came over to retrieve the remote control from the floor. Marie looked up at him through half-closed eyes. What was he up to? A moment later, she knew. The saddle began rocking a little more slowly, and the vibrations went from weak and intermittent to stronger and regular. Marie suddenly felt one of the bumps vibrating exactly where it would do the most good and struggled to stay in place. She failed, and as she slid off of the spot she moaned in frustration. Then as the saddle rocked back she hit the same spot again and shuddered violently. She tried not to make any noise at all and failed. She was so worked up now that her breath was coming in quick gasps.
“As much as I love to watch and hear you, Marie,” her master said, “I’m afraid that if you get any louder you’ll bother the neighbors.”
“Yes, Master,” Marie looked up at him, her voice trembling. She wasn’t acting now. While her level of arousal had gone up, so had her level of frustration. But her master seemed to be enjoying himself, so she would not beg for release. Well, not just yet, anyway. She might
have to soon, though. She was starting to sweat a little, and that always made the ropes itch.
“So, I think I’ll gag you,” he said. He began unzipping his slacks, and Marie smiled.
“Yes, Master,” she agreed. She opened her mouth for him just as her pussy slid slowly across that magical bump again, and she let out a loud, involuntary squeal.
She might have been able to take her master’s cock into her mouth on her own eventually, even seated on the rocking saddle. She would have enjoyed trying, as if she was trying to snatch the gold ring on a merry-go-round, but her master didn’t seem to want to wait. He seized her head in his hands holding her more-or-less still while he slid his cock in between her lips. Marie closed her eyes and moaned for him. She loved to take him in her mouth and give him pleasure. He moved a little closer to her before letting go of her head, close enough that he wouldn’t slide out of her mouth when the saddle rocked her backwards. After a moment, Marie was able to coordinate her rocking with her sucking.
Marie kept her eyes closed so that she could focus on feelings: Her master’s cock in her mouth, the ropes binding her securely, the wonderful, maddening, buzzing bumps on the gently rocking saddle. She sucked and licked and heard him groan just as her clit slid slowly across one of those bumps. The sensation made her shudder and drove an answering groan out of her. It would not be long now, for either of them. Marie salivated at the thought of the heavy, milky load her master was about to give her, and shuddered violently as she slid once more along the bumps.
Also by S J Lewis:
Vacation
Female Prey
The Elusive Prey
Augustin’s Island
Urban Prey
The Novice Prey
Claudia’s Surrender
Krissy
Tanya
The Hunting Party
The Dark Woods & Other Bondage Stories
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