The Bound Lily

by L. L. Chance

  I spent a few minutes caressing her body and letting her get used to the strain, but surprised her with the spanking she’d earned from being so damn calm earlier. It wasn’t too serious, but the palms of my hands were sore by the time I stopped.

  She was starting to get turned on and her nipples were standing at attention, which was good since it was time to add some clover clamps. I ran the cold steel over her nipples for a minute to make sure they were completely engorged before snapping both into place at the same time. Even through the mouth-stuffing gag I heard her gasp.

  I attached a spring to each clamp and began adding lead fishing weights to the ends until they were almost touching the copper plate on the front pyramid wall. I gave her a good swat to the ass to see if my idea would work, and was pleased to see the weights bounce off the plate when she flinched from the blow. Perfect.

  I tightened the leg and strappado cords a bit to make the scene more of a chore for her, and then explained the game to her.

  “Ok wench,” I began. “Here’s how this works. I’ve decided to be merciful to start with, and will let you have as many orgasms as you want. Underneath the crotch bar is a pressure switch, and if you bounce up and down, you’ll trip the switch and start the built-in vibrator.

  “Each activation will only give you a small increase in speed, and will wear off in about ten seconds, however, each activation is cumulative, so it’s possible to get the vibrator running full blast if you’re active enough. Let me turn it on so you can see what I mean.”

  I went to my laptop and activated everything. She immediately began bouncing to get it running, but stopped at the third bounce when she realized what else I’d powered up.

  “Oh, I think I forgot to mention what else gets power; the copper plate on the front. The more power the vibrator gets, the more power goes to the TENS unit, and it looks like every bounce is making those weights touch the conductor a few times. Oops.”

  She held still now, unsure of what to do. I was expecting it and had a plan to make sure she didn’t get bored. I dipped a glass butt plug into a jar of lube, wiping the excess off around her sphincter. I slowly but insistently slid it home until it was buried inside her, and plugged the electric leads into the base.

  A few seconds later she jumped when it shocked her, causing a chain reaction from her ass to the pressure switch to her nipples. She tried holding still again, but jumped when it fired again ten seconds later.

  “One last thing,” I said, smiling as evilly as I could. “If you don’t activate the pressure switch at least once every ten seconds, the butt plug will shock you, and it gets ten percent stronger each time. Have fun, if you can… I think I’m going to get Dana to teach me that card game you were playing. I’ll be back to check on you every hour or so, unless I forget.”

  I slipped a blindfold over her eyes and stepped away, leaving her to try and figure out how best to avoid punishing herself. I actually knew how to play cribbage and had no desire to play cards while a scene was going on, but she didn’t need to know that.

  At first she tried to stay as still as possible and lift her crotch slowly so she wouldn’t make the nipple springs bounce. The rubber straps had enough give to let her get away with it for a while, but as the position began taking its toll on her muscles, she wound up losing the battle.

  She tried straining forward to put a bigger gap between the weights and the copper plate, but those muscles didn’t last any longer, and when the weights began swinging backwards, it made contact many more times than the up and down motion did. It was quite the tricky predicament I’d devised, and was working much better than I imagined.

  She eventually gave in to the inevitable and began bouncing at a slow but regular rhythm, finding a balance between pleasure and punishment that she could live with. Once I saw that, I had to cheat, of course. I picked up a crop off my supply table and gave her a surprise blow to the bottom of her foot.

  It had the predictable results, and I waited about thirty seconds before striking the other foot. I could see her starting to sweat from what little bits of skin were exposed, and landed two quick blows on her buttocks. She was all over the place now, and the power level had crept up to almost fifty percent from her thrashing.

  I left her alone for a minute to see how she was coping, and was surprised to find her keeping the power level up high. The vibrations must’ve been pushing her close to the edge by now, and it looked like she’d chosen pleasure, despite the pain she was causing herself.

  I let her have her orgasm without any interference, but once she settled down and tried to slow things down, I took over. Rather than using the cane, I began tickling her feet, causing her to thrash even more violently than before. I never knew she was so ticklish, and I actually drove the power up to a hundred percent in no time at all.

  She came violently for a second time, her whole body shuddering under the relentless assault of both pleasure and pain, and was unable to hold still for even a second. It was almost like a feedback loop, and she kept going until a third orgasm wracked her body. By now the device had been at full power for well over five minutes, and I knew she’d need a change of pace.

  I turned off the power to let her get her brain cells working again. While she was recovering, I removed the armbinder and put suspension cuffs on her wrists, connecting them to a spreader bar above. I did the same thing to her legs, and slowly raised them up until her crotch was just barely touching the pyramid.

  With how severely her back was arched, I knew I needed to act fast if I wanted this scene to work. I quickly tied two thin chains to her ankle cuffs with a leather thong, adjusting the length until the tip of each was brushing against her ass. I clipped leads from the TENS unit to each one, and prepared to activate the second program.

  “Good news, wench!” I exclaimed. “You can avoid all punishment this round, as long as you keep pressure off of the switch. The moment your pussy touches down, the chains touching your ass cheeks become active, and with the way you’re making them swing around, I bet it’ll really light up your life.”

  I hit enter and laughed as she got shocked, causing her to immediately pull her crotch up. She managed to keep her body suspended for close to two minutes before her muscles gave out and she made contact again. She immediately rose up, but the chains stayed active for several seconds after each activation, causing her to writhe around as they painted lines of pain over her ass.

  It didn’t take long before she was getting shocked more than she stayed suspended, and that’s what I was waiting for. I wanted to physically wear her out early so she would be completely pliable for the rest of the weekend.

  Not that I expected her to try and escape or anything, I just needed to avoid any chance of her topping from the bottom. This was my show, and I was damn well going to do it my way. I turned off the juice a few minutes later, but left her hanging a few feet over the top while I prepared for the next scene.

  After turning her muscles into bags of useless goo, I knew she’d need at least some support in order to keep from having to tap out. I pulled off the top of the pyramid and replaced it with one that had a wider frame and a short but fat dildo. I gave her additional support by pegging in padded knee rests, and lowered her into place.

  Even gagged, her sigh of relief was audible as the strain left her limbs. I frog tied her legs to make sure they stayed out of the way, and removed her gag long enough to give her a drink of water. She sucked it back greedily and stayed silent, knowing better than to try talking without permission.

  I replaced the inflatable gag with a bit gag in order to keep her jaw from locking up, and went back to the supply table. I already knew what I wanted to use next, but I pretended I couldn’t decide, cracking whips into the air and slapping the table with floggers, straps, and paddles.

  It didn’t seem to faze her in the least, so I abandoned my intimidation game and stepped behind her with the wide leather strap. I wound up and gave her a good one across the ass, surpris
ing even myself at how loud the crack sounded.

  She grunted at the blow but barely flinched, so it apparently sounded worse than it felt to her. Great… it’d make for a good show without causing excessive harm. I went back and forth across her ass every few seconds, gradually picking up the pace until I was going as fast as I could. I think I was panting harder than she was by the time I had to call it quits, but not by much.

  It was time to make her work now, while I got both some rest and some fun. I lowered her to the floor in front of the pyramid and tied her arms together, hooking the end over the dildo still on top. It was a slightly harsher strappado than I’d originally envisioned, but she was flexible enough to handle it without too much difficulty.

  It also left her mouth at the perfect height for what I had in mind, so why mess with perfection, right? I removed her gag and gave her a few minutes to work the kinks out before I slid a bar stool in front of her and hopped up.

  “Dana, how about you order us some food… I’m in the mood for Chinese if that’s alright with you.”

  “Sounds good to me,” she replied.

  “And as for you,” I said, stroking Claire’s cheek. “You need to get busy eating the only thing you’ll be getting for dinner tonight.”

  I unzipped the crotch of my catsuit, scooted forward, and grabbed her by the ears. She didn’t need any further instructions or encouragement, and put her tongue to work. I’d been getting increasingly hot as the night went by, and the feel of her licking my drenched folds was pure bliss.

  I wanted this to last, so every time I started getting too close, I edged away slightly, forcing her to strain against the pull of her arms in order to get back in range. It took me a few minutes to find the perfect spot where she could just barely reach me if she stretched to the limit, but since she couldn’t maintain it for long, she had to back off on a regular basis.

  Even though it was exactly what I wanted, I used my riding crop on her tits every time she stopped licking, causing her nipples to bounce under the springs and weights which I hadn’t bothered to remove since we’d begun. I was enjoying the way they kept her nipples in motion, but I should probably think about removing them soon.

  The more you pulled on clover clamps, the tighter they got, but you could still pull them off if you tried hard enough. When she started spending more time away from my pussy than on it, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. The next blow of my crop landed square on the joining of nipple and clamp and elicited the first real yelp of pain out of her. She was a tough cookie, but I had her measure.

  Every time her tongue left my snatch I lashed out with the crop, forcing her back no matter how hard it was on her. I knocked the clamp off her left nipple first, which made her really scream as the blood flowed back into her tortured nipple. I gave her a few seconds to deal with it before lashing out hard and fast at the other nipple, ripping the clamp off even more harshly.

  I might’ve overdone it with that one, since she couldn’t even scream from all the pain she had to deal with. I heard our food arrive while she was still gasping for air, so it gave me a good excuse to give her a break. I loaded up a bowl and took it back to my stool, content to let her set her own pace while I ate.

  I had some unexpected fun when I realized how quick she was to try and slurp up a noodle or two, and got great pleasure by dangling the end off of my chopsticks and in front of my clit. I personally thought it was an extremely degrading way to feed her, but she never batted an eye.

  It also let her get a bit of revenge for what I’d put it through so far, since I’m sure she deliberately clamped her teeth on my clit hood while lunging for the end of the noodle. It hurt like hell, but almost sent me into orbit at the same time. I wasn’t sure how to react to her move, but knew I needed to save face in front of the camera.

  I gave my mostly empty bowl to Dana and had her give me a little support while I did a quick position change. My balance was fine once I’d wrapped my legs around the back of her head, and actually quite stable once I started squeezing.

  Sitting up high gave me a lot more leverage than I’d anticipated, and I was able to hold her head incredibly tight against my pussy. I held tight for about half a minute before relenting slightly so she could get some air. I gave her about three seconds before squeezing again, pulling her in so hard this time she could barely move her tongue.

  I gave her a few more seconds of air when I eased off for the second time, but started watching the clock for round three. I wanted to see if she could handle a full minute and she did, but was thrashing in an almost full-blown panic by the time I let her breathe again.

  She either got a slightly better position when I pulled her back, or was desperate enough to give it her all this time. She licked and sucked with a vengeance, and brought me to an amazing orgasm in about thirty seconds. I held tight for another thirty seconds or so while the pleasure coursed through me, barely remembering in time that she probably needed some air.

  She drew in ragged gasps of air and hung limp by her arms, unable to do anything else for the couple of minutes it took for me to compose myself. Dana had to help me untangle myself and get down from the stool since my legs were a little wobbly from my monster orgasm, and then she surprised me.

  “That looked like so much fun, I think I’d like a little dessert myself,” she said, taking my place on the stool.

  Claire was going to be in for a long night if Dana wanted to play as well, but it opened up new possibilities for the scenes I could do. This was going to be a lot of fun.

  The Second Day

  We put her back on the pyramid for the night, holding her upright from D-rings on the shoulders of the straitjacket she now wore. Since this was going to be a rest cycle, I gave her back the knee supports and some padding for her crotch, but I wasn’t going to let it be an easy night for her.

  We took turns napping for an hour at a time, but it was impossible to sleep through the end of the hour, no matter how tired we were. Whenever the clock chimed, it was time to give Claire a wake-up call with the pyramid’s built-in vibrator.

  A roll of the dice would determine what punishment she’d receive, and the duration was based on how long it took her to cum. She had the bad luck to draw the cane three times in a row from me, and her ass was almost completely covered by long red welts by the time I was done.

  It took until four in the morning before it looked like she was having trouble coping with it all, and we let her get some real rest. Despite being left on the pyramid, she slept like a rock for the next six hours. She didn’t start waking up until we had her down on the floor and the jacket halfway off.

  We strung her up by her wrists and forced her legs wide with spreader bars at both ankles and knees. Dana held a bedpan for her so she could pee, but the back end was going to get the full treatment. She knew what was coming when she saw me fill the enema bag with warm water, and tried to shake her head. I added more water to it and looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

  She knew she was defeated and stopped shaking her head, but I added another shot of water anyway, just to drive home my point; don’t mess with me or it’ll only get worse. I hung the bag from one of the ceiling hooks in front of her, and suspended a feeder bottle filled with a protein shake from the same one.

  I replaced her butt plug with the double balloon hose and let the water flow, sticking the feeder tube in her mouth so she could enjoy her breakfast at the same time as we did. Of course, our breakfast was bacon and eggs instead of the sludge we gave her, but I’m sure she enjoyed it. Yeah right.

  We took our time eating and lingered over our coffee as well, until her shake was completely finished and the cramps caused by the enema were looking rather painful. Dana volunteered to finish cleaning her out for me in order to keep the mess to a minimum, while I got things ready for her next ordeal.

  I had to change my plans on the fly once I saw how badly we’d used her last night. The marks left behind from the crop looked especially nas
ty in the light of day, and while she hadn’t complained, I didn’t want to push her too far past her limits this early. After all, we still had over thirty hours left to go.

  I picked one of Laste’s evil computer controlled orgasm denial vibrators and a butt plug I personally would be uncomfortable with, using a simple crotch rope to hold them inside her. I removed both spreader bars and lowered her to the floor, spinning her around to face the pyramid, and strapping her in place with her chin right at the top.

  Physically speaking, it was the easiest position I’d put her in, but it was necessary since this would be a long one. I programmed the vibrator to run on low speed for twenty minutes before going into full denial mode and turned it on.

  “Hey Dana,” I called out. “I hear there’s a fetish convention going on downtown today. Want to go with me?”

  “Sure, I’d love to. I’ve never been to one before and think it would be a great way to spend the day.”

  “Then change into some comfortable shoes, since it usually takes eight hours or more to see everything, and there’s always a lot of walking to do.”

  “It’ll take that long? There’s a movie I wanted to see tonight, although I guess I could hit the late show.”

  “I’ll tell ya what… stick through the whole thing with me and I’ll buy you dinner anywhere you want, and then we’ll go see the midnight showing together.”

  “What about the wench?”

  “She should be fine, and she shouldn’t get bored with the toy keeping her occupied.”

  “Ok, give me a few minutes to shower and change first, and then we can head out.”

  “If you don’t mind, I’ll join you to save some time.”

  “Sounds good to me,” she replied, as we walked noisily away.

  I had no intentions of leaving Claire alone, but she didn’t need to know that. We could keep an eye on her from downstairs via the internet feed to make sure there were no problems. I’d blindfolded her but didn’t use a gag so I’d be able to hear if she got into genuine distress.