The Bound Lily

by L. L. Chance

  A finger slipped inside my dripping folds at the same moment I took him deeper into my mouth, almost making me gag when I tried to draw a deep breath with the hard prick right at my throat. It took me a few moments to recover, and luckily he didn’t try to force the issue like one of my past boyfriends had.

  I pulled him back inside as far as I could and worked double-time to get him off since I couldn’t manage to get the large tool into my throat. I needed to use one hand to keep my balance, but used the other to massage his balls and rub his shaft when my head bobbed away.

  Even though I couldn’t deep throat him, he seemed to be enjoying this technique and I didn’t think it’d be long before he came. Sure enough, I soon felt him tense up and begin shooting his load. The first spurt hit me square in the back of the throat, causing me to gag a little and pull away, which meant the rest hit me square in the face. It wasn’t exactly the way I’d pictured it, but I guess it did the job.

  “Sloppy, but the end result is the same I guess,” Claude said. “Your turn, Billy.”

  Billy’s turn? Shit, I thought that was Billy. While I had no problems with giving Claude head, I’d been hoping to avoid any sexual contact with him so Sylvia wouldn’t have more reasons to go hard on me. I was glad she wasn’t here to see it, and hopefully the guys wouldn’t think to mention it to her.

  I found Billy’s cock to be thicker than Claude’s, but not quite as long. Since it’d been so long since he’s been allowed to cum, he was quite easy to satisfy and I made short work of him. The only problem I had was when he actually started cumming, since he had such a massive release I had a hard time swallowing it all. Hopefully I’d done a good enough job to earn a reward.

  “Well, Billy,” Sylvia said. “Was it worth it?”

  Shit… when did she return?

  “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied. “Not as good as anything you might’ve done for me, of course, but still quite pleasant.”

  “Men,” she scoffed. “You get could get blown by a water buffalo and still think it was ‘quite pleasant’.”

  “What do you think, dear? Is she any good?”

  “Not too terrible. She has good instincts, even though she obviously doesn’t have much in the way of experience.”

  Double shit… she knew. My impending orgasm died a lonely and unfulfilled death.

  “Maybe we can work on that in the future. Would you like that, Billy?”

  “Yes Ma’am. If it pleases you, I’ll let her suck my prick several times a day… all in the name of advancing her training, of course.”

  All three of them laughed at that, while I simply blushed.

  “We can discuss that later. For now, let’s have some lunch so I can get back to work and maybe teach her a thing or two.”

  Triple shit… I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I knew whatever she had planned for me now was going to be worse than before she saw her husband getting serviced by me. When will I ever learn to control myself? All I needed to do was wait until tonight when everyone was asleep, and then I could give myself as many orgasms as I wanted. That thought kept me going all through the day.

  Nocturnal Activities

  After a long and grueling day of training, I was finally alone. I bet I’d walked more than ten miles, all naked, blindfolded, and guided only by her voice. Even with regular applications of sunscreen, I got a bit of a burn from being out in the scorching hot sun all day, and I wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow.

  Still, that was something to worry about when the time came; now was the time to get the release I was so desperate for. I took a towel to bed with me to make sure I didn’t leave any telltale signs of my indiscretion, and slid between the sheets with only one thought in mind.

  I put my blindfold back on to heighten the sensations I’d soon be feeling, and that was a terrible mistake on my part. I neither heard nor saw her enter my room, and her booming voice commanding me to stop almost gave me a heart attack. I froze with two fingers still in my pussy, unsure of what to do.

  “You stupid girl,” she said, sounding disgusted. “I came here to see if you wanted to sleep in our room as a reward for doing better this afternoon, and this is how you act when I’m not watching? You should be ashamed of yourself.”

  “I’m sorry Ma’am, I couldn’t help myself.”

  “If you think you’re sorry now, wait until I get through with you.”

  She whipped the coverlet off me, exposing the location of my offending digits. This couldn’t have been more embarrassing if she’d planned it. She ordered me to spread my arms and legs wide so she could remove temptation, and within minutes I was bound in a tight spread eagle across the bed.

  Once I was secure, she went to the intercom and called for Billy, but I wasn’t sure what she did after that since she didn’t make a sound and I was still blindfolded. It seemed like hours before I heard a knock at the door, but I’m sure it was really only a few minutes.

  “Come in, Billy,” she said. “It seems someone has a serious lack of self-control, and tried to masturbate despite my orders otherwise.”

  “That’s unfortunate, Ma’am. What shall we do about it?”

  “Since she likes to diddle herself, I think we should take it in turns tonight to give her exactly what she wants. Well… not precisely what she wants. Go fetch some toys from my dungeon, and when you get back I want you to start playing with her, but under no circumstances will she be allowed to cum. If she has an orgasm on your watch, I’ll cane your ass until it looks like hamburger, and then make you cook and eat it without ketchup!”

  “What about with mustard, Ma’am?” he asked in a deadpan voice.

  “Of course you may have mustard… I’m not a barbarian after all.”

  “Very good, Ma’am,” he snorted. “I’ll return shortly.”

  I felt her weight on the bed between my legs a moment before her finger brushed against my clit, slowly circling, but barely touching it. I had a bad feeling about this, and if she was serious about keeping it up all night, I’d be a complete wreck by the time morning rolled around.

  Billy returned with the requested toys far too quickly for my liking, and I knew they’d easily be able to make good on her threat with a bit of mechanical assistance. Oh God, I sure hoped she was simply trying to scare me. She had to be bluffing, right?

  “Give her anything she needs in the way of food and drink, but other than that, ignore anything she says. If she gets too annoying or loud, feel free to gag her. I’ll spell you in four hours or so, but until then, keep her on the edge until she thinks she’s going crazy, and then keep her there a while longer. I want to make sure she’ll never even think about disobeying me again.”

  “Understood, Ma’am,” he acknowledged. “One almost-orgasm coming close but not happening, no matter how much she begs. Have a pleasant rest.”

  I was apprehensive about the situation I found myself in, but felt a tiny bit better knowing it was Billy in charge now. He was a man, and I was sure I’d be able to beg or bribe him into letting me cum, or at least letting me get some rest. God, was I ever wrong.

  I begged, pleaded, cried, cursed, threatened, cajoled, and tried to bribe him with sex or another blowjob, but he was resolute in his determination to obey his mistress. He sucked and I hated him.

  Things got even worse when Sylvia returned to take her ‘shift’ at driving me insane, since she knew a woman’s body better than any man ever could, and her teasing ministrations were twice as hard to endure. I was babbling incoherently by the time her turn ended, and didn’t even realize someone else had taken her place until I heard a new voice in the darkness.

  “Poor baby,” Claude said. “All worked up and no place to go, or no place to come if I wanted to attempt a bad pun.”

  “Please,” I begged. “You’ve got to help me. I’m going crazy and don’t think I can stand another second like this.”

  “You should’ve thought about that before you tried masturbating against your mistress’s command.”


  “You don’t know how sorry I am, and I can guarantee I’ll never do it again.”

  “I believe you,” he chuckled, sliding three fingers inside my drenched pussy. “I’ve seen Sylvia put people into orgasm denial torture before, and I’ve gotta admit this one tops them all. I’m surprised you can still think, let alone form coherent sentences.”

  “Please let it end,” I whined. “This really is more than I can take.”

  “I’ll think about it. For now, though, I really should be concentrating more on my work. I’ll tell you what I’ll do, though… if you can keep silent, and I mean completely silent until I decide you’ve passed my test, I’ll fuck you until you cum. Would you like that?”

  I bit my tongue to stop the gushing gratitude I was about to spout, changing it into a violent series of nods that would’ve done a bobble head proud. He chuckled again and complimented me on my obedience before resuming his teasing torture.

  Seven times I failed and reset the clock, but on the eighth time I somehow managed to make it the full fifteen minutes he required without uttering a peep. When he congratulated me on my newfound restraint, I almost broke down and started crying in relief. My nightmare ordeal was finally at and end.

  He slowly crawled on top me, kissing his way up my body until he reached my face, and then he began probing my mouth with his tongue. I felt his already hard penis pressing into my hip, and wished he’d dispense with the foreplay already. I wanted him inside me so badly it almost hurt.

  He took his time, though, and I was afraid to say anything in case it made him change his mind. Luckily for my sanity, he didn’t carry on for too long, and it was with great anticipation I felt him positioning himself for entry.

  He positioned his cock carefully and slowly, but surprised me by driving his full length into me without any warning. I arched my back and almost came on the spot at the power of his thrust. He held himself deep inside me, enjoying the way my twitching vaginal muscles played over his cock for at least a minute before starting to get down to business.

  Once he began his rhythmic assault, I completely lost it and came in a violent explosion that almost made me black out from the power of it. I was glad he’d had the foresight to clasp a hand over my mouth when he saw my orgasm approach, or I might’ve woken the neighbors with my passionate screams, even though the nearest one was over a mile away.

  Wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure coursed through my veins, driven higher and higher by each powerful stroke of his unstoppable passion. I came so hard I thought my eyeballs might pop out of my head, and still he carried on.

  I’d almost managed to calm down when I felt him pick up to a frantic pace as he was about to cum, and when he did, it sent me over the top again, making me cum even harder than before. This time it really was too much for my overloaded brain and I passed out before the tail end of the orgasm even passed.

  My White Knight had saved me yet again, and I was willing to face Sylvia’s wrath without complaint after what he’d done for me. Whatever retribution I’d earned was well worth it, or at least I thought so right now.

  On the Job Training

  Something was different when I woke up, but my mind was too fuzzy to figure out what it was. I scratched my nose and took a look around, but couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. Then it hit me; I was neither tied down nor blindfolded.

  I couldn’t have had more than an hour or two worth of sleep, but I felt pretty good, all things considered. I shambled over to the bathroom to take care of some urgently pressing business, and it wasn’t until I sat down on the toilet before I realized the second major difference to my situation… I was wearing a chastity belt!

  Son of a bitch! I must’ve really been out of it for them to get this thing on me without waking me up, especially since I now noticed my love passage wasn’t exactly empty. The first thing I found when I reached for the belt holding it in place was a lock, and I cursed, knowing I wouldn’t be getting out of this thing anytime soon.

  The belt was luckily built with calls of nature in mind, so while I made a bit of a mess, I managed to take care of things. I definitely needed a shower, though. The hot water did a lot to wake me up, but that wasn’t necessarily a good thing since it made me remember there was a heavy price to pay for what I’d done last night.

  Once my morning ritual was complete, I went and sat on my bed, unsure of what I should be doing this morning. The smell of sex coming off my bed made me want to change my sheets, so I thought that was a safe thing to do. After all, I was the maid.

  I loved the feel of the eight-hundred thread-count sheets, and could’ve spent hours simply lounging on them and enjoying their caress on my naked body. I skipped that today in case someone walked in and found me slacking.

  Once my bed was neat enough to pass muster from even the pickiest military drill sergeant, I went and cleaned my bathroom. I even finished that without anyone coming up to take charge of me, and was now at a loss at what to do.

  I didn’t want to presume, but if nobody came up to collect me, maybe they were waiting for me downstairs and getting impatient at how long I was making them wait. It was a damned if you do and damned if you don’t situation, but I finally decided to risk it. I threw on a robe and headed for the kitchen.

  It must’ve been earlier than I thought, since Billy was the only one up. After a quick glance in my direction he poured me a mug of coffee and gestured for me to take a seat. Without a word he made me a breakfast fit for a queen, and I gorged myself on the bounty of his magic spatula.

  I had a weak spot for Eggs Benedict and ate far more than I should’ve, but I’d expended a metric fuck-ton of energy last night and just couldn’t stop myself. Content, I poured myself more coffee and enjoyed the quiet of the morning… for the three seconds it lasted.

  Sylvia appeared and immediately ordered me to go kneel in her dungeon, and I spilled my coffee in my haste to comply. Shit, she sounded pissed and I had no doubt why. Not only did I disobey her last night by cumming twice, but the orgasms I enjoyed were with her husband. I had a bad feeling about this.

  I was actually shaking when I got down there and knelt in the middle of the room in the classic slave posture, with my knees spread wide, chest thrust forward, head hung low, and hands clasped behind my back. I waited like that until my legs were screaming from the strain, but refused to move in case she chose that moment to appear. I had mixed emotions when she finally sauntered through the door and stood in front of me in an aggressive looking stance.

  “So, it appears our little Lily has learned at least one thing,” she said after a moment.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” I replied, glad I’d stuck it out.

  “It’s just too bad it took you so long to get something right. I’m terribly disappointed in your failure to control yourself last night.”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

  “Oh, you will be,” she said with an evil chuckle, striding past me like a woman on a mission.

  Dammit, why hadn’t I been able to resist Claude last night? I deserved whatever she had in mind for me. I heard her sorting through items behind me, but wasn’t able to move if my life depended on it. After several agonizing minutes, she returned and commanded me to stand and hold out my arms in front of me.

  She appeared holding her black leather straitjacket, and I stood there like a dummy as she quickly put it on me. First my hands and arms disappeared in the endless sleeves, and she had me turn around so she could fasten the straps in the back, the roller buckles jingling with each slight movement.

  Each strap pulled the leather tighter against my body, especially in my upper body where it compressed my breasts an alarming amount. The strap that went between my legs felt distinctly embarrassing and uncomfortable as well, but I held my tongue.

  She pulled the ends of the sleeves through a loop sewn in front of my stomach and brought them around back where the slack was gradually pulled out. Before pulling it really tight, she went
back to the original straps and yanked them tighter, practically pulling me off my feet with the strength of her efforts.

  Once those were taken care of, she put a knee in my back and pulled the arm straps tighter than I thought humanly possible. She finished by yanking the crotch strap hard enough to pull me off my feet, and the supple leather felt almost like a second skin with how tightly it embraced me.

  It was incredibly tight, but didn’t feel as bad as I thought it would since the pressure holding me in place was distributed so evenly. It was actually somehow comforting, even though it felt a size or two too small, especially over my breasts and the strap jamming the chastity belt up my crack.

  The only strap not tightened to the max was the one around my neck, and before she finished the job, she held up a small black box for me to see, even though it meant nothing to me. Along with some foam padding, it was fastened to my throat and then held tight by the collar of the straitjacket.

  “Today’s lesson will be all about obedience,” she said. “The most important command I want you to obey is silence. No matter what happens, you are to remain completely silent for the rest of the day, or the sensor on your neck will trigger and advance a counter. At the end of the day, the number showing will be how many lashes you’ll receive for your punishment.”

  I’d been wondering why I hadn’t been gagged yet, and with the sensor in place to automatically detect any transgressions, it didn’t seem like I was going to be.

  “I may have specific tasks for you throughout the day, but for now, go resume your cleaning. You’re falling behind in your duties, and that simply won’t do.”

  “How am I supposed to clean anything like this?” I blurted without thinking.

  “You’re off to a bad start,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re the maid and it’s your job to clean. Figure it out.”