“There, now it’s my turn for a little more fun,” she purred, then flicked the toy back on.
Samantha shivered as the slothful build toward orgasm began again with undeniable earnest. Her loins were now dripping with need and her mind could fixate on nothing else.
The woman arose and latex curves and silken skin loomed over Samantha, presenting an opaque belly to her starved eyes. Samantha had never before had such a powerful desire to worship another woman but now, faced with the rubber shorts right before her eyes she could not help but curse the gag, the hood, and the mask. Her eyes were fixed to the material. Her mind screamed out to taste the flesh whose subtle and titillating aroma ruled her senses with each breath.
Straining forward she nuzzled against the woman’s cocooned sex. Rubbing her mask against it, she longed to bore through and be permitted the chance to kiss and lick the client who had opened whole new avenues of sexual experience to her.
“Oh, can’t we get through? Poor little thing. This must be quite annoying,” teased the woman.
One hand held onto the ropes for support while the other stroked across Samantha’s leather and latex-entombed skull.
“Come on, you can do it,” she added.
The exquisite bliss in Samantha’s loins made her frenzied with licentious hunger and her masked face pushed against her bonds. The sight of the woman’s belly against her eyepieces was inspiring her to desperately try to break through by force of will alone.
“Don’t you just want to lick me? Get that tongue of yours between my thighs so it can taste me? Do you want to feel me smother you? Do you want me to ride your face? Make you service me?” she uttered. She was goading Samantha on, adding fuel to the raging inferno of her libidinous craving.
Grabbing the ropes, she lifted a leg and slotted it between Samantha’s arms so that the thigh rested on her shoulder and forced the limbs apart a little. Samantha gasped in awe as the woman continued to rock herself gently against the faceplate of the mask. The image scorched itself into her mind with indelible viciousness as the scent of latex crept through the filters and reached her nose.
“Look at you. All tied up and helpless. Full of my beads. Gagged and sniffing my underwear as I rub myself against your face and you can’t do a thing about it. I might let you climax, but then again, I might not. I might just send you home unfulfilled. Would that be fun? Would that be your preferred way to end our tryst?”
Samantha was screaming in protest. The concept was monstrously diabolic. The affections of the wand and the attention of the woman were beyond anything she had imagined. The tedious banality of all her sexual encounters before coming to the city had made them seem more worthless and thus easier to sell without regret, shame, or guilt. Even when she was selling her favours, the incidents were little different and just as vapid. This session had eclipsed them all.
“I hear you wailing in there. However, I might do it... I might just leave you denied. Starve you of your relief. Of course, I might just tease you awhile longer, because I don’t think you deserve relief just yet, do you?” she purred and began lifting her other leg.
Hauling herself up she slotted herself onto Samantha’s shoulders. Sitting on them, her weight kindled terrible mayhem in Samantha’s joints, but all she could see were the latex shorts before her and all she could feel were the dedicated vibrations of the wand. Her hindquarters rolled back and forth, flexing against the crotch rope, making the buzzing head move in small swirls against her.
“There we go,” she commented, and with a little shuffle, she settled into a more comfortable position. “So, what next? First, I think you need to calm down for a moment or two,” stated the client.
Leaning back, she arched down and pawed for the switch on the wand. Samantha jerked her loins about, trying to keep it away from the client and stop the machine being switched off before she gained the orgasm she so frantically required. The mechanism fell dormant and she was left snorting within her comprehensive bonds.
“Let’s have these off as well,” she decreed, then took hold of a peg.
The woman turned the implement and Samantha burbled and yowled. The rending influence on her tender teats caused her to bounce beneath the woman who was atop her shoulders. She pressed the client’s impermeable crotch against her sealed vision, seeking refuge from the strife in her nipple.
The clothespin was pinched and the jaws opened. The device let go and caused an avalanche of terrible sensation to thunder back into the compressed tip. As Samantha broke into convulsive fits, the woman hugged her head deeper into the shorts. The client gasped with joy as she revelled in Samantha’s adversity.
“Now for the other one,” she purred once Samantha had recovered a little.
Extending her arm, the client manipulated the peg to increase its effects before finally removing it. Again, the same harrowing ordeal had to be endured. The only compensation for Samantha came from being forced deeper into the inviting view of the woman’s rubber entombed loins.
“Good girl. Now you stay still while I take care of myself for a moment,” she stated.
Removing herself from Samantha’s shoulders, the client sprawled onto the sheets before her with legs spread wide.
“You just sit there and watch,” she said with a nefarious smile.
The client began to run her hands over her body and acted precisely in the way that she knew Samantha was aching to do. Samantha shifted her hindquarters and rocked her hips to feel the crotch rope pull at her. The meagre caress did more to frustrate her than relieve, but she had no choice because her libido was currently so powerful that it had possessed her in full.
With eyes mesmerised by the image before her she could only hopelessly watch as the woman massaged the front of her shorts, gasping softly, her chest heaving as she squirmed and moaned. The rubber issued soft squeaks and her boots slithered against the sheets. Her tights rustled as her legs sometimes entwined like eels.
“Ooh, this feels so good. Wouldn’t you like to feel this, too? I bet you would. You must be so insane with need by now. But not yet. First you have to watch me have what you can’t,” uttered the client on a series of racing breaths.
The woman continued to flaunt herself before Samantha, exploiting her ravenous desires, making her livid with the keen ache to touch and indulge what rope, rubber, and leather were denying.
“Oh yes, that’s it. I’m almost there,” she croaked. Breaking into jerks of response, her fingers played more energetically against her shorts. Crying out with delight, the woman’s sublime body flashed with tensioned fits. The explosion of rapture coursed through her and caused Samantha’s head to swim with crazed levels of sexual desire.
Relaxing for a moment, the woman idly flicked a hand out and switched on the wand. Samantha quivered as the glorious warmth started to gather within her loins. The afterimage of the woman’s climax was impressed on her sight and made her giddy with the prospect of following it.
Samantha was half expecting to be denied again and it was not a wasted prediction. The wand was deactivated and the client began to unfasten the ropes with an annoying sloth. The wand came free and was tossed aside then her ankles were set loose from her thighs and allowed to drop back to the mattress. The gas mask and hood were removed but the ball gag and the panties were left in place.
The client stood up on the covers and released Samantha’s hands. The moment they came free she toppled aside and collapsed onto her side. Cradling her body, she surged as she ran the recent events through her mind. Each memory of punishment and denial spiced her libido. A hand involuntarily began to drift down her front and home in on her pussy. Samantha let out a yelp as the crop swung overhead and laid a speeding hoop of leather to her hip.
“Watch it with those fingers!” warned the client.
Samantha brought her arms up and kept them busy with the cradling of her abused breasts.
“Now, get up on all fours. Get that cute ass of yours in
the air,” demanded the woman.
Samantha’s body obeyed before her mind had even fully registered the words. She rolled onto her front and with a strain she managed to hoist her fatigued form up from the covers. Small lines of sweat ran down her body in lazy streams, and several drips tickled her breasts as they hung from the dangling assets.
“Now stay still!” said the client with an assertive tone.
The humming tune of the wand reached Samantha’s ears. She closed her eyes and let loose a quavering throaty moan of response as it nestled against her sex.
“That’s it, just let yourself savour the pleasure,” said the client as she rubbed the shivering head back and forth in soft tantalising motions.
The crop flung around and stung Samantha’s rear then her thigh. Samantha gave pips of squeaking shock but did not move. The wand was keeping her petrified in place, because if she tried to evade the crop, she would lose connection with the wand.
The woman commenced a random and unpredictable lambasting of Samantha’s hindquarters. Laying down her impacts on whimsical fancies, she left Samantha unprepared for each stroke, and all the while she continued to build her toward an apocalyptic climax.
Another swat caught Samantha’s inner thigh and made her bark aloud with distress. Her limbs tensed and she felt her breath grow spasmodic as a zenith of bliss began to embrace her. Her head drooped down to leave moist strands of hair swinging before her eyes. Several tears dropped from her cheeks and joined the wet spatters of sweat on the sheet before her.
Samantha’s head began to curl back up and her mouth began to open on a series of gasping pants. Climax was blooming within her, and the sting of the crop was bringing it forth with a sudden haste.
The moment that orgasm tore through Samantha’s harried frame the client grabbed the string, and with a steady but rapid haul, pulled the beads from her in quick succession. The orbs bounced her sphincter upon their distinct ridges and fled from her amidst a hurricane of exquisitely excruciating sensation.
Samantha’s jaws stretched as wide as they could and she howled with the utmost shock and bliss. The sudden pounding flight of the balls used their stern effects of pain and startling pleasure like a magnifying glass that grabbed her orgasm, fed it through and almost brought her to a faint from the hellish savagery of their final result.
Every muscle and tendon leapt to attention as the wand and the beads gouged into her soul with their fabulous effects. Her neck stretched forward and her face went red from the yowl of response that spilled from her throat as she announced her relief from frustration and from accommodating the beads.
The last orb popped free and Samantha flung herself from the wand because she could not withstand anymore. The sensual overload had almost snapped her psyche and she swore that if she had remained on that vibrating head any longer she would have been rendered a drooling imbecile for the rest of her life.
Collapsing onto her front, she sobbed and gave sudden wild fits as the residual power of the climax continued to reverberate through her physique and randomly tightened muscles and ligaments. Samantha muttered prayers for strength to herself. She was unable to fathom how so much pain and pleasure could be sustained by her anatomy without some sort of terrible destructive consequence.
The client moved up along the bed and embraced Samantha’s head. Soft fingers brushed the sweat-sodden hair from her face. She then removed the gag, thong, and then the wet hosiery. The gentle treatment lulled Samantha into a somnolent state and she found herself sobbing with a glorious sense of achievement and purging. It had been so long since she had felt pleasure and even then it had not even vaguely rivalled what had been channelled through her bound body this night. Incoherent mumbles of gratitude slipped from her parched lips and over her slack jaws.
“Ssssh, it’s okay. Just rest a moment. Get your breath back,” said the woman with a reassuring sense of care.
For a moment, Samantha forgot all about her worries, misery, and regrets, and she found a wondrous nirvana in the woman’s arms. She wished she never had to leave, that the client would spirit her away, keep her from harm and teach her more about what her body was truly capable of if properly motivated and stimulated. Samantha kept her eyes closed so she could enforce the dream and fend off reality for just a little while longer. Peace and pleasure had been acquired in one evening. She had never even encountered them before. They were unknown commodities in her life and now that she had experienced them, she wanted more, much more.
“Oh my, that was something,” she finally gasped, and followed the words with a long murmuring purr of contentment.
“So I take it you enjoyed that?” asked the woman as she continued to stroke Samantha’s slick cheek.
“I’ve never let anyone do that sort of thing to me,” she answered.
Curling into a foetal ball, Samantha held to the nylon-covered thighs of the client. Her fingertips ran upon them in small spirals and sometimes strayed onto the tight patent leather of her boots.
“So you liked it, huh?” replied the woman.
“I... I don’t know,” said Samantha.
The statement was confused but true. Such intense pain should have been reviled and hated. She should loathe the woman for the deranged things she had done to control and violate her body. Nevertheless, through such actions, she had also conjured the headiest bliss and Samantha was more than thankful for it.
“Yes. Yes, you did. Well, you’re going to get more, Samantha. You’ll be mine again, this Wednesday. No sex with anyone else until that time. I want you pure and untouched. I’ll pick you up at exactly eleven-twenty,” she said without any hint of accepting dissent from her paid property. It made Samantha wonder just which one of them was really the client.
“Of course. I’ll be waiting,” she replied and settled deeper into the woman’s strong, slender arms.
Samantha pushed all thoughts about her profession from her mind. There were obstacles and consequences from arranging such a rendezvous, but she did not want to let anything intrude into her haze of delightful heaven.
Chapter Two
Samantha jerked from sleep and glanced aside to look for a clock or any indication as to what time it might be. Through the door she could see the hints of daylight and knew that if she wanted to avoid trouble with Eddy she would have to get going, and soon.
With a soft moan and clenched teeth she forced herself upright. Her muscles seemed to be getting stiffer by the minute.
Sliding from the bed, she looked around to the sleeping form of her client then headed out in search of a shower. At the door, she paused and turned around to regard the slumbering body one last time.
The naked physique was tangled amidst the covers, her smooth perfect skin making her appear like a mannequin rather than a real person. She was one of the most gorgeous people Samantha had ever seen. She may not have been completely perfect, but then again, who was? In addition, her personality significantly elevated Samantha’s opinion, making the client a sublime image without equal.
Wondering what the woman’s name was, Samantha began to check some of the other doors. The building was either a place maintained for such illicit events or the owner was in the process of moving in or out of the residence. Samantha continued to ponder the client’s real name and from this consideration, she began to theorise further about other aspects of the woman.
She was obviously wealthy and powerful, well educated, and highly experienced in getting whatever it was she wanted from life. Basically, she was the exact opposite of Samantha and there could not have been a more radical and complete opposite. Nevertheless, it would be nice to have a name to put with the face, just for the sake of her memory.
Sliding a door aside, she found the object of her search. The white tiled chamber was large and bore plenty of room for the ample bathtub. A spacious shower was set in the corner and there was a dressing table with lights placed around the perimeter of the adjustable mirrors. It had a
token selection of cosmetics upon it and a sink to one side.
Samantha looked longingly at the bath but she knew that if she chose to soak herself she would only be left even more fatigued. She needed something a little more invigorating.
With a sigh, she walked over to the shower and started it running. It was strange to have hot water come instantly out rather than her usual wait of a few minutes to gain some vaguely tepid, tainted flow.
Stepping into the cascade, she took advantage of the perfumed soaps and lotions to attend her body. Samantha luxuriated in the things she could never hope to afford, taking time to appreciate the smells and the soft smooth textures.
“Mind if I join you?” asked the client as she opened the steam obscured door.
Samantha gave a startled jerk of surprise then another gasp of shock as she saw what the client had brought with her. The woman was completely naked save for a brief plexus of straps about her hindquarters. The leather sported a ring, from which emerged an impressive phallus that was crafted from pliant blue jelly.
“I... I...” she stammered.
The client entered casually and approached Samantha’s retreating form. Her back reached the warm wet tiles and the woman pressed herself up against her. Fingers trailed up her spine and took hold of her hair.
A pull drew Samantha’s head back and made her look at the ceiling. Keeping her in this enforced pose the woman gave soft pecking kisses along Samantha’s neck and licked the water that was running down onto her chest. Samantha’s hands lifted up and took hold of the client’s shoulders as she felt the smooth head of the phallus nestling between her legs. After a couple of probing touches to locate a point of entry, the toy began to move forward. The pounding drizzle eased its entrance and Samantha gave a shuddering groan as it slid deep into her.
The woman drew slowly back then thrust into Samantha again. With a sob of delight, she jiggled on her toes. Her hands tightened in brief spasms, grasping to the shoulders of the woman responsible for ravishing her.
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