by Diana Hunter
They went back into the bedroom again and he pulled the covers down almost off the bed. With a gesture of his head, she knew he wanted her to lie down and she did so, leaving plenty of room for him to join her. He smiled, “Move into the center, my sweet, and put your hands above your head.”
She grinned as she realized he was going to tie her down. Last night had been the first time she’d ever been immobile and she had liked it very much—her climax had never been so intense. Eagerly, she raised her arms, resting them on the pillows as he fastened her cuffs to the headboard. She pulled a few time, experimenting, even though she knew she was caught fast.
“Spread your legs.” For a moment, the command warred inside her. In one way it seemed such a demeaning thing to say, even if she wanted it. But she conquered her mind and opened her legs to him.
But he did not fasten them to the bedposts as she expected him to. Instead he held up a small, pink butterfly. “Look familiar?” He grinned, knowing the stimulation it would provide would increase her desire, but not let her come. She almost groaned—not that! He fastened it to her clit then stood. “Close your legs now, slave.”
Puzzled, she did so. Wasn’t he going to take her? It was what she wanted last night and still wanted today. She raised her head and watched him lash her ankles together, then use a large, thick belt to wrap around her legs just above the knees. Another rope to secure her feet to the footboard and she was stuck. She squirmed, feeling the butterfly between her legs, but she could not get loose.
“I need to go get groceries. This will keep you entertained while I am gone.” He reached over and turned on the control to the butterfly. A low vibration moved against her clit and she moaned as her muscles relaxed and responded to the stimulation. He chuckled and left the room. “I’ll just go get my jacket and be back to check on you.”
When he’d picked Sarah up for their date the night before, he hadn’t really thought to turn their evening into an all-weekend tryst. But the timing had been right and he knew how to improvise. Problem was, he hadn’t done the shopping; he hadn’t lied to her at lunch time—there was little food on hand. He had tied her safely and knew she’d be very tormented in the short time he’d be gone. Thank goodness there was a small store only two miles down the road. Grabbing his jacket, he slid his arms into the sleeves as he poked his head in the bedroom door.
Seeing him in the jacket, Sarah realized he really did intend to leave. “Sir…” she started.
“Do you have something you wish to ask me? Something to say to me, slave?” His voice was kind and he stepped into the room to examine her bindings. They would hold—and not hurt her, despite the fear in her eyes. He offered her a way out if she wanted it. “A safe word to use perhaps?”
She shook her head no. “No, Sir, I will be fine.” He nodded and moved the dial on the control. The intense vibration shot through her and she tried to arch her back, but could get little purchase with her legs bound together.
“Good. I will return shortly.” With that, he gave her a kiss, long and deep. Standing, he strode out of the room without another word.
* * * * *
Sarah could see the clock from her position on the bed. After checking it fifteen times in fifteen minutes, she decided she preferred the morning alone time spent in the cage, when she didn’t have any frame of reference for the passing of time. The little butterfly vibrator hummed along between her legs and she could get no relief from it. She squirmed a bit early on, but it was hopeless. Of course, that realization only made her need greater.
It was actually almost soothing once her body got used to it. She took deep breaths, feeling the vibrations all the way through her, relaxing every muscle but the ones by her pussy. She could almost go to sleep.
She twitched and realized she had in fact drifted off. A quick look at the clock showed her not much time had passed by—only five minutes from the last time she’d looked. So far he’d been gone only twenty minutes.
“Wonder where the store is?” she thought to herself. “Never thought of asking, did you? No, you were too into this slave thing to ask a simple question. And he probably would’ve answered you, too!” She sighed another big breath and wriggled some more.
“Mmm, I can’t wait till he makes me come,” her thoughts continued. “Last night was the single most incredible orgasm I have ever had.” But thinking about it reminded her of her need and the vibrations added to it. The desire was stronger, but she knew there would be no relief until he returned.
But what if he didn’t return? A sudden, awful, horrendous thought hit her right in the bottom of her stomach. She’d seen an old movie once, called The Pit and the Pendulum. She remembered very little other than it starred Vincent Price. But there was a part where, for whatever reason, he and a young lady had descended to the dungeon of this old castle where this ingénue of the movie had been intrigued by an iron maiden. The Vincent Price character had locked her inside, gagging her even, so she could get the full effect. But then the climax of the movie had occurred and he’d been taken out in chains or killed or something. Anyway, the movie ended with a shot of the girl, still locked and gagged in the iron maiden, her eyes wide, no one knowing she was there. And the whole audience knew she was doomed to a slow, painful death.
She had never forgotten the look of fear in that actress’ eyes. The similarity between that character’s fate and her own suddenly came home to her. What if her date were hurt? Or worse, killed in a car accident? Scenarios of doom began flooding her brain as she thought of more and more possibilities. And no one knew she was here! Her own family lived far away, and, while some of her co-workers knew she had a date Friday night, none of them knew with whom. She might be reported as missing, but she’d be dead before anyone found her.
Her fear rose. “Panic. We mustn’t panic,” she thought. “Get your mind under control.” The possibility of any of her horrible scenes really happening was remote, she realized. He’d return—and soon—she was sure of it.
But the adrenaline rush caused by her fear attack had to go somewhere; her arousal deepened. “I need to come,” she cried out, starting to move in earnest on the bed. Trying to find a way to bend her legs or get a hand loose.
And that was how he found her: writhing on the bed, tears flowing freely from her need. He reached out and took off the belt around her legs and she opened her eyes, realizing he was back. “Oh, thank God. Please, Master, please let me come!”
He shook his head and sat next to her on the bed, suppressing a laugh. Hearing her moans, he’d rushed right into the bedroom, fearing the worst. But the vibrator and her own thoughts had been far more active than he anticipated and his little slave had simply gotten herself horny. Reaching over, he pinched a nipple fondly as he brushed the hair out of her face with the other. “No, my slave. Not yet.” He turned down the intensity on the vibrator’s control and she cried out in anguish. He waited till she calmed and then leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I have possessed your mouth with my tongue and my cock. It is mine and I own it.” He took her mouth again, his tongue sliding in and over hers. She moaned, the pleasure of it coursing though her.
He pulled back when he was done and looked at her sternly. “I am going to release your bonds, but you are not to touch yourself, or in any way try to please yourself. Am I understood?”
She nodded and he untied her feet from the bottom bedrail. She desperately wanted to cross her legs to get the friction she needed, but with an effort of will, she lay still. He undid her arms and helped her to her feet, noting her obedience.
Again he led her to the room she was beginning to think of as his dungeon. It didn’t matter that this wasn’t an old English castle, it didn’t matter that it wasn’t in the basement and sunlight streamed through the window. It had all the right equipment. She just hoped there was no iron maiden.
“Put your hands behind your back.” She did so and heard the by-now familiar click of the cuffs being joined. She was not facing the table that
held his toys, nor did she turn to look when he went to it. He came back with a different rope than the one he’d used last night and tied her breasts differently this time. He liked using different tie-ups—each one had a specific purpose. Today he wanted her breasts to feel confined, yet he still wanted access to them. Passing the rope around her body and under her arms four times, he had most of her fairly ample breasts confined. Not in big circles, but squeezed flat. The ends of the rope ended up in the back and he brought them around her upper arms. Gently, he pulled on them and she felt her arms being pulled together behind her. Her breasts now pushed against the bindings and Sarah knew her pussy was so wet it was dripping. She gasped as he knotted off the ropes.
Coming around the front, he surveyed his work and smiled at her mild discomfort. “Oh, yes, slave. I like this look for you very much.” He reached out and fondled her breasts in their ropes. Rolling a nipple in one hand, he kissed her again, possessing her mouth. For a moment she struggled, wanting to put her arms around him. But that movement was denied her and instead she leaned against him, her knees getting weak.
“Come here, my slave. You need something to lean against.” He led her over to one end of the mattress-covered table and let her lean her hips against it. Then he bent down and fastened one of her ankle cuffs to the bottom of the table legs. He did the same with the other and she was effectively immobile once more. With her arms pinioned behind her, her breasts jutting into the ropes and her legs spread wide, she had again become his toy.
He paused to admire her body—bound to the table, unable to move away. She was at his mercy and the thought aroused him. At every step, he half-expected her to use her safe word, but she remained silent, wanting to explore this world as much as he wanted to show it to her.
He stripped off his shirt and stepped close to her; she could feel his bare chest against her arms. Reaching his arm around her, he held her about the waist with one hand while the other pinched and rubbed her nipple. Moaning again, she leaned back into him, her eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. He nibbled on her ear then held something before her eyes. “Look at this,” he commanded.
It was a long, black, rubber tube with small rings attached to either end. “Do you know what this is?” She shook her head no and he continued. “It’s a bit. I want to put it in your mouth now. But I have no fasteners on it, do you see?” She nodded. “I can put it in, but you can spit it out and use your safe word any time you want. Do you understand?”
She nodded again and he fit the bit to her mouth. Her tongue was under it and she could taste the rubber. It added a thrill to her situation while still giving her a measure of control. But then he added, “You’ll want it to bite into.”
Before she could figure out what he meant by that, he was behind her again, holding her in place with his arm around her waist. Once more he pinched her nipple and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back, and so she did not see the nipple clamp he held in his hand. Not until she felt its bite did she realize his intention.
She squealed and looked down at her breast. A small, silver clamp gripped her nipple, a light chain hanging from it. As she watched, he scooped up the other end of the chain and she realized the clamps were a set. He fastened the second one and stepped back.
For a moment she thought about spitting out the bit and begging for their removal. She had never known such an intense pain. Small fires burned at the tips of her breasts and she shook them from side to side, trying to cool the heat. Very quickly, however, the pain turned to a surprising pleasure and she calmed, wanting him to continue without her interruption.
When the bit did not go flying, he smiled. He thought she’d like this. Pain could be very seductive, very alluring, and very arousing. Not that she needed the latter. He finished stripping and stepped behind her again, now as naked as she.
“I have possessed your mouth. It is mine and now you wear the gag that I have given you. This afternoon, I will take possession of your ass.”
Sarah gasped as she realized what he intended to do. For a moment she struggled in her bindings, but the bit stayed in place. With a sudden shame, she realized she wanted him to be the first to enter her virgin ass.
Gently he pushed her forward until she was leaning over the table, the nipple chain just brushing the mattress top. Even that little movement of the chain sent new waves of pleasure/pain through her entire being. She heard him kneel behind her and felt his hands on her, separating her cheeks. Something warm and wet trailed down along the crack to her hole and she realized his tongue was doing exactly what he said he would do—taking possession of her ass.
He circled her hole several times with his tongue, slowly, languorously; his hands never leaving her cheeks as he squeezed and fondled them. She longed to feel his touch on her clit, knowing her orgasm would come immediately. But he was deliberately avoiding it and the anticipation was almost painful.
The circles around the hole got smaller, and then she felt him push against her with his tongue. Moaning into the bit, she leaned forward to give him better access as his tongue penetrated her ass.
He leaned back on his heels and she felt something liquid dribble down between her cheeks; she sighed in relief when he set a bottle of baby oil on the mattress in front of her so she could see what he was using. With his fingers, he spread it around her hole, pushing on her anus and letting her feel the wondrous sensations that emanated from her rear.
Now he began working her hole in earnest, sliding just the tip of a finger inside. Her moans were louder now as he began to finger-fuck her ass. Gently he slid a finger in and then pulled—first to the front, then out; then sliding in again and pulling to the side. Bit by bit, he stretched her.
Her need was almost unbearable now. She wanted his cock inside her—she wanted him to possess her. Again she leaned forward, the clamps themselves just a hairsbreadth from the mattress. He was being so careful with her, so gentle so he would not rip her. Knowing this did not make it any easier for her to bear.
At last she felt something larger against her now-stretched hole. “Ready?” he asked her; she nodded “Yes.” His hands were on her hips and with one motion, he entered and took ownership of her ass.
She bit into the gag as she screamed. For several heartbeats, her ass burned as her interior muscles protested the intrusion. But then she relaxed and Phillip pulled out, pushing in again with slow deliberation. Each time he withdrew, her muscles relaxed more and Sarah gave herself up to the helplessness of her situation.
Phillip thrust in again and she realized he was moving deeper inside her each time. One more thrust and she felt his balls brush the lips of her pussy. It was too much. As he moved in and out, she could no longer control her body and she convulsed with the first surge of her orgasm.
Sarah’s muscles contracted around Phillip’s cock as he held it inside her, nestled in her tight little hole. As she moaned into her bit and came, he relinquished the control he had held for so long. With a groan of his own, he came inside her and together they rocked against the table as wave after wave took them both.
How long it lasted, she had no idea. All thought fled, leaving only sensation. She continued to moan as the orgasm lessened, then stopped. Once again, Phillip had given her one heck of a climax. He wrapped his arms around her as he went soft inside her, then backed away and cleaned himself. His juices flowed from her ass and trickled down her leg to mingle with her own. He grinned—he was not done with her yet—not this time.
Coming to her from behind again, Phillip held her with his arm around her waist as he had earlier—with one small difference. The vibrator still hummed along and with all the other sensations, she’d almost forgotten it. Now he turned the button and raised the vibrations; she gasped—she was going to come again.
“Keep the bit in place—you will want it,” he instructed. Her eyes were beginning to glaze but he could tell she understood. With one hand he reached down to push on the vibrator, the other brushed her now very sore n
ipples. She came. Loudly. Her body thrashed against him as the more intense climax took her.
Just as it started to lessen, he removed a clamp and her body thrashed again—the pain giving her another climax. Tears streamed down her face and her teeth left marks in the bit. Now she knew what was in store for her when he removed the other one. Her climax lessened and he gave her a moment’s respite. Her breathing slowed and he deemed her ready—he removed the second clamp. Again a climax wracked her body.
But she had no strength left for this one. If he had not held her upright, she would have collapsed along the table. The last climax faded and she was limp in his arms, exhausted.
Gently he lay her down, knowing the pressure of the mattress against her bound breasts and sore nipples might cause her body to climax a fifth time. He was not disappointed. Small twitches wracked her body as she came again, the waves this time leaving her barely conscious.
Gently he removed the bit; she didn’t even open her eyes. Kneeling, he undid her legs, then the knots on the ropes binding her arms. Once her bindings were removed, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, settling her exhausted body gently onto the bed. Quietly he tiptoed into the bathroom to get a warm cloth to bathe her, but she was already asleep when he returned. He bathed her anyway, letting the soothing warmth add to her comfort.
His hands lingered over the task. The soft, round curves of Sarah’s sleeping form invited his caress. Bathing her skin kindled a warmth inside him that he had not felt for a very long time. This time he did not push the thoughts away. He had violated her ass and she had enjoyed it. He dared to hope.
Phillip draped the wet cloth over the small wastepaper basket that stood beside the bed and looked his fill. He was to blame for her exhaustion and the thought amused him. This afternoon, Sarah had reached heights she’d only glimpsed through the clouds of her morality before and it was his doing. If he was right about her—they were heights she’d want to scale again.
