Prologue
With a sharp and sudden tug the laces of her armbinder began to tighten, slowly and inexorably drawing her elbows together with a gentle but unrelenting pressure. Honestly, after standing and waiting for what felt like hours, perched precariously on a set of stiletto heels, it came as something of a relief to finally be bound and Claire Devroux could not stop herself from groaning softly. Of course, it should not have been a surprise, her mistress loved to draw out moments like these, stretching them thinner and thinner and thinner until her plaything’s entire body seemed to quiver in anticipation, the waiting itself transformed into another type of dominance. As such, when the laces were finally drawn taut the moan that escaped her throat was one of both relief and ecstasy as the familiar pleasure of being made helpless washed over her. Even then her mistress still chose to take her time, to continue drawing out the experience.
It was funny in a way, but in the past the redhead had always been in a hurry to get preparations like this out of the way as quickly as possible, eager and impatient in her haste to be bound and experience the submission she had come to crave. To get to what she had always seen as the true games that followed. It was her mistress who had taught her that being bound was not mere preparation, that it was more akin to foreplay, taught her to savor the sensations and all that came with them. And, as the cords of the monoglove were drawn and cinched, drawn and cinched one at a time it almost reminded Claire of being laced into a corset, the inescapable pressure restraining and molding her body all at once. When her elbows finally touched a moment later, a bit of flexibility she was quite proud of and had required months of practice to reacquire, the woman let out another, much deeper moan as a wave of pure arousal washed over her, pussy clenching and nipples hardening almost painfully in response. Breath quickening as a new type of anticipation began to build, Claire could do nothing but wait, quivering as she felt clever, delicate fingers brush against her bound arms.
Finally, after what felt like another eternity of waiting, to the point in which she was certain she would burst if it lasted even a moment longer, her entire body shaking with sheer want, those fingers slowly trailed back down the smooth leather of her monoglove to loop through the metal ring set into its base. As soon as she had a good grip her mistress then pulled sharply and Claire offered not the slightest bit of resistance as her tightly bound arms were drawn up and she was forced to bend over at the waist to ease the tension on her shoulders until her wrists had been lifted high enough so that a carabiner clip attached to a chain dangling from the ceiling could be snapped to that ring, locking her in place. Barely able to turn her head, and completely unable to see what was happening behind her, the redhead could do nothing but dangle there helplessly, breath heavy as she felt the strain on her arms begin to grow.
Another moment passed in utter silence then before the rhythmic clicking of a winch being cranked notch by agonizing notch broke the stillness of the air, the bound woman starting as she felt the pressure on her arms suddenly intensify as the unrelenting tug of the chain pulled them heavenward inch by agonizing inch, forcing her to bend over even more sharply until she was locked into an utterly helpless strappado. Leaning forward just a bit, Claire tugged on her bonds, testing her range of motion and making the latex hugging her skin creak ever so softly as her as her struggles forced the material to stretch, before the winch clicked again, the tension of the chain drawing her back into the moment as even her impressive flexibility was pushed to its limits. Another moan escaped her throat in that moment as the strain on her arms became almost unbearably intense, as if it were about to dislocate her shoulders. It was all in her head of course, her mistress would never push her so far but in the moment that didn’t matter in the slightest, the fantasy of it was absolutely perfect.
Silence dawned again as she explored her bonds, testing her confinement and utterly reveling in the feelings before the sound of heavy boots striking concrete echoed throughout the small room. It seemed to take forever, each step sounding like thunder in her ears as her mistress circled her dangling form, but eventually the slender woman stepped into view, a smirk on her lips and a casual confidence in her posture. She looked young, easily younger than her twenty one years, and compared to Claire’s own lightly bronzed skin was utterly pale, a paleness only enhanced by dark makeup around her eyes, the kohl and eye shadow making her already gray gaze seem even darker, like roiling storm clouds. Long black hair, parted slightly on the side, fell in mostly straight waves over her shoulders, highlighting her face and drawing attention to her piercings, a thin half ring in her left nostril and an equally thin ring through her lower lip just slightly right of center with a pair of small, bluntly pointed snakebite studs below that. All of that was striking enough on its own, but what really stood out was the young woman’s body. Slender but with more than adequate curves, she was in good shape without being overly athletic and right now an almost incredible amount of that soft, pale skin was on display. She wore a crop top that was less a shirt and more a bra with ambitions, long sleeves sheathing her arms and shoulders while a cutout showed off a swath of modest cleavage, the garment itself cut short enough to leave her torso bare to the waist. A sinfully short skirt made of the same black material, some type of faux leather or vinyl, sat low on her hips and a studded belt made up most of the rest of her outfit while a pair of combat boots were laced onto her feet. It was an almost incongruous image, something that her mistress called one of her ‘working outfits’ but an image that seemed to fit the young woman so very well.
Elise Adler, her mistress, the woman who had brought her back to life, who had reawakened a part of herself that she had thought long lost, but more important besides the woman she had come to love with all her heart.
Placing a hand on her hip, the pale young woman’s smile morphed into something warm, as if she could sense her lover’s thoughts even as she allowed her own eyes to roam over the bound vision in front of her. If Elise looked the part of a dominatrix, then Claire definitely fit the part of her slave, her beautifully curved body sheathed in a skintight catsuit of black latex that shone like oil under the dim lights of the dungeon they had built together in her basement, strategically placed cutouts allowing her remarkably firm DD breasts to spill out while another opening in the back left her shapely ass completely bare. A matching hood covered her head, exposing only her stormy blue eyes and full lips, while her long red hair was woven into a thick braid and pulled through an opening in the top. Over that a heavy leather corset had been laced onto her body, just below the breasts, cinching her waist perhaps three or four inches and transforming her already impressive figure into a true hourglass, while a matching neck corset that reached up to cup her chin and down to rest on her shoulders forced her to stare straight ahead. Finally, a pair of ballet boots had been buckled onto her legs, all the way to mid-thigh in fact, forcing her to stand en pointe on tall stiletto heels while a bar locked to heavy leather cuffs around her ankles spread her feet to nearly shoulder width in a wide and awkward stance. She was, in short, an absolute vision and Elise drank in the sight of the woman’s helpless body as if it was the most amazing thing in the world.
Squirming in her bonds beneath that inspection, Claire felt her face heat up under her hood as a pleasant flush of warmth spread all across her body. She got compliments on her beauty often enough and was no stranger to being stared at, good genes and a healthy lifestyle preserving her looks remarkably well, but with Elise it always felt different. There was no doubt that the young woman found her attractive, no doubt at all, but every time she looked into her mistress’s dark gray eyes the redhead could swear that the other woman was looking into her very soul, seeing her in a way that few others had. A feeling only reinforced by every touch, every kiss, and every bondage session that her mistress was not merely attracted to her, but loved her. Even after nearly a year together she would never get tired of that feeling, or fail to remember how much she had missed it.
As she was lost in those pleasant reminiscences however, Elise stepped forward and reached out with both hands to cup the bound woman’s face. Startled out of her thoughts, Claire immediately glanced up into her mistress’s eyes, the younger woman’s smile still firmly in place as she caressed latex covered cheekbones before arching down to trace the redhead’s full lips, wrenched wide apart by a jaw spreader shoved deep into her mouth. Quivering beneath that almost delicate touch, well aware that those hands were equally capable of great strength and greater cruelty when called upon, Claire moaned softly, revelling in her mistress's affections.
Withdrawing her hand a moment later without explanation, seemingly satisfied with what she found, Elise smirked down at her slave, “Damn but if you aren't all of my MILF fantasies come to life.”
Blushing fiercely now even if it was mostly concealed by the latex, Claire tried to look away but the neck corset made that impossible. Instead she just tried to moan out an answer as best she could around her gag, “Ghanch oou, nhihghuehh.”
“Something’s missing though.” Elise mused without acknowledging the reply, bringing up a hand to tap her chin, as if deep in thought, before snapping her fingers as an absolutely cruel smile curled her lips, “I know.”
Still grinning, and never breaking eye contact, the pale young woman reached over to a small metal table set just to the side where a number of toys had been left for ease of access. Barely able to see what was happening out of the corner of her eye, Claire had no idea what her mistress was planning until the brunette flashed a triumphant grin and held up another gag. This particular gag was a large panel made of leather with a pair of short straps extending from either side, but what made the bound woman’s eyes go wide and squirm in a potent mix of anticipation and dread was the thick dildo attached to its inner surface, easily eight inches long, maybe longer. Smirking at that reaction, Elise stepped closer, holding the gag out in both hands and making her intentions absolutely clear. Unable to offer even the tiniest bit of resistance between the strappado, the neck corset and the jaw spreader Claire just clenched her eyes shut as the huge plug was guided between her lips and then slowly shoved into her mouth inch by inch. Feeling the toy glide over her tongue, slick rubber practically caressing her skin, it seemed to go on forever until the tip struck the back of her throat and kept going, the bound woman unable to stop herself from gagging ever so slightly until she got control of herself again.
Remembering both past experiences and her recent training, Claire forced herself to relax and breathe through her nose, swallowing continuously to suppress her gag reflex until the dildo sheathed itself fully. For the briefest moment she feared that the plug might actually choke her, a thought that was as arousing as it was terrifying, before she tentatively realized that she could still draw breath without too much trouble. Holding the panel tightly in place over her slave’s helplessly wrenched open mouth, Elise then deftly buckled the straps to a pair of anchor points built into the woman's hood, adjusting and readjusting the fit until the gag was locked on almost brutally tight, contrasting materials squeaking faintly in protest until not even the tiniest gap remained visible between soft leather and the latex underneath.
“There we are, nice and snug and quiet.” Elise practically cooed, grinning encouragingly at her slave as she took in the slightly distant look in the other woman’s eyes, a sure sign that she was enjoying herself, “Still, I have to say that’s the most impressively deep throat I’ve ever seen. You must have been one hell of a blowjob queen.”
Letting out a tiny noise around the intruder filling her mouth, Claire felt her blush deepen so much that even her exposed breasts were tinged pink. Swallowing again around the toy she was deep throating, the redhead was honestly a little surprised that she could still manage her gag reflex so well. Pleased, but surprised.
“Not that I’d ever share you, of course.” Elise continued, a smirk curled her lips and making her piercings flash in the light, “Still, almost makes me wish I had a dick so I could try you out for myself. Maybe I’ll have to make you worship my strap-on next time I fuck you. Would you like that?”
A shiver seemed to overtake Claire’s entire body as she moaned deep in her throat, eyes distant as those words washed over her and took life in her imagination. She could easily envision it, being forced to her knees and made to worship her mistress’s cock, Elise grabbing her hair and fucking her face roughly as she pleaded and begged and moaned around the impromptu gag, desperate for release but being denied until the younger woman was satisfied with her performance. Turned on beyond all reason, the heat in her loins growing almost unbearable as her pussy clenched tight, Claire was lost in that fantasy until she felt her mistress’s hands take hold of her breasts and squeeze. Gasping in pleasure at that contact, for several long moments the bound woman just whimpered and moaned and squirmed in Elise’s hands as the young woman kneaded and fondled those delicate mounds, easily finding all of her most sensitive spots after many months of practice.
“Amazing tits too, and so firm.” Elise mused as she squeezed harder, “Can’t believe these are natural.”
Claire groaned but, held fast by her bonds, was able to do little but rock her shoulders side by side, making her impressive breasts sway even more and encouraging her mistress to continue her explorations.
“And you’re forty? Life really isn’t fair.” the young woman opined, though the sparkle of amusement in her eye betrayed the truth as she smirked and looked her slave right in the eye, “Something else to punish you for, I suppose.”
Claire tried to nod, more than a little exciting by that pronouncement, but the best she could manage was to rock her body back and forth within the limits of her strappado, eliciting another grin from her mistress as the motion did nothing but press her already impressive breasts even more firmly into the young woman’s grip. Giving her slave one last squeeze, Elise turned back to the table and snatched up a pair of small objects connected by a thin chain. The bound woman’s eyes instantly went wide with a heady mix of trepidation and excitement as she took in the familiar sight of those elaborate nipple clamps. At a glance they almost looked like nipple shields, ornate disks made of interwoven metal wire shaped almost like abstract flowers and polished to a mirror sheen. However, rather than offer any cover the center of each disk was actually open to allow the nipple to protrude through when worn, and surrounded by a series of four blunted screws in an X pattern. Screws that pressed against each other when tightened, squeezing the captive flesh beneath. As such they could be either extremely easy to wear, or extremely harsh, ranging from a gentle pressure to a brutal pinch depending on how cruel her mistress was feeling. Of course, that uncertainty was part of the appeal and Claire felt the masochistic part of herself thrill just thinking about it.
Her nipples already rock hard from everything else that had been done to her, and standing out proudly, the redhead once more could offer no defense as Elise reached down and pressed the first clamp to her right breast. Flinching at the feeling of cold metal against heated skin and shivering in anticipation, Claire could do nothing but wait as the young woman tightened the screws slowly, one at a time, shifting back and forth to draw the process out even more. A dozen agonizing seconds passed before the latex clad figure finally felt the clamps press into her aching nipples, softly at first but growing sharper and sharper with each turn of the screw. Gasping quietly, more in shock than anything else, the bound woman could not help but moan softly as the devices began to bite into her sensitive flesh, tighter and tighter until they reached a moderately stinging pinch not unlike other clamps she had worn.
Repeating the process with the left nipple and running a finger along the chain connecting the two clamps to tug almost playfully, Elise glanced up at her slave with a slender smile, “How’s that, my lovely?”
Realizing that her mistress was actually being gentle, but in no mood to be treated gently right now, Claire looked the younger woman straight in the eye and shouted into her gag loudly enough to be heard, “Mnrr!”
Elise actually blinked in surprise, breaking character for the briefest of heartbeats at that reaction before she managed to shift her expression into another smirk, “More? Alright you little pain slut, I’ll give you more.”
With that, the pale brunette swatted her plaything’s breasts sharply, eliciting a quiet groan of pleasure, before tightened the right clamp almost brutally tight and repeated the process on the left, the sensations exploding in the bound woman’s brain with a rush of endorphins. Crying out into her gag, Claire practically howled as she jerked in her bonds, the wild motions making her breasts bounce madly and shaking the clamps even more. That only made it better. Breath heavy, the redhead seemed to collapse beneath the riot of sensations rushing through her body after a moment of almost frantic struggling, held up only by the chain clipped to her monoglove, and putting even more pressure on her shoulders as the weight of her body intensified the strappado, making her whimper softly. She screamed again, eyes clenched shut and tears running down her cheeks when Elise suddenly flicked one clamp and then the other in rapid succession, the force twisting her sensitive nipples and setting her breasts wobbling again. Taking the bound woman roughly by the chin, the pale brunette forced Claire to meet her gaze. Blinking to clear her vision and practically holding her breath as her mistress regarded her with those dark gray eyes, expression unreadable, the redhead could do nothing but watch, shivering in anticipation as she wondered what further punishments might follow. In an instant, however, the other woman's expression faded into something softer, almost fond as she reached out to caress her slave's face once again.
“I forget sometimes how much you love pain, how much you need it.” Elise practically whispered, “You really are something, you know that?”
For a heartbeat, between the haze of pleasure and pain filling her mind and clouding her thoughts, Claire wasn’t certain she’d heard correctly until she finally registered her mistress’s soft smile. Blushing again, both embarrassed by that truth about her deeply submissive nature and by Elise's honest praise, and feeling a much more pleasant warmth fill her chest, she tried to look away but between the neck corset and the hand on her chin she could do nothing but meet the younger woman's eyes as she tried to silently project her feelings.
Amused by the response, but seeming to understand regardless, Elise leaned in close and practically breathed in her ear, “And after that I think you deserve a reward for being such a good little slut.”
Claire’s eyes brightened and, her body aching for release, she nodded as best she could, moaning out a reply far too soft to be heard. Grinning at her slave’s antics, Elise allowed her hands to trail down the bound woman’s shoulders and across her latex covered chest before tracing around the edges of her full breasts with a feather soft touch. Taking her time, enjoying the little mewls of pleasure her attentions elicited, the brunette then took those delicate mounds in hand, squeezing softly once or twice before kneading with her fingers as if in apology for the clamps. Moaning and shivering beneath her mistress’s touch, the tightly bound woman closed her eyes again, arching her back as far as her bonds and corset would allow to press her chest against that questing grip, silently begging for more. She got her wish, though not in the way she would have expected. Releasing her grip, Elise once more began to gently caress her slave’s sensitive bosom, fingers tracing around the edges of her nipple clamps before she curled a finger around the chain connecting the devious little devices and pulled. Cutting through the soft haze of pleasure like a knife, the buxom redhead cried out into her gag at the sudden sting that followed, her mistress applying more and more pressure until she was practically stretching the bound woman’s sensitive nipples. Breath heavy, the bound woman tried her best to remain perfectly still, biting down hard on the jaw spreader holding her mouth open as she whimpered into her gag, jolts of pain shooting through her tits in time with her heart while pulses of a very different sort radiated from her throbbing pussy.
Her mistress let go of the chain just as suddenly and Claire collapsed back into her bonds as her muscles went slack, practically panting and eyes glazed, while Elise offered one last smile to the older woman before slipping behind her bound and quivering body as quietly as she could, palming a toy off the table as she did. Barely aware of what her mistress was doing, the bound woman spent a long moment just trying to get her breathing under control and slow her racing heart when she felt a palm cup her ass. Gasping softly at the sudden contact, then moaning as that hand began to caress her sensitive skin in pleasant contrast to the lingering pain in her nipples, the redhead felt herself begin to relax as fingers trailed down her generously curved figure then back up again, her mistress’s short trimmed fingernails grazing her skin so softly that it almost felt like being tickled. Muffled giggles escaping her harshly gagged mouth, Claire squirmed in her bonds for what felt like ages before her mistress stopped teasing her and instead helped herself to a handful of the redhead’s shapely ass, massaging the soft flesh with an almost shocking tenderness. Shaking her hips to encourage the other woman to keep going she cried out again when Elise suddenly let go and smacked her playfully, the abrupt sting standing in delicious contrast to the earlier pleasure. Half a heartbeat later the brunette smacked her again on the other side, alternating back and forth with a series of blows that were more playful than anything else, the sound of flesh striking flesh mixing with the bound woman’s moans and the creak of leather in a marvelously familiar symphony. Blushing again as that spanking seemed to go on forever, the redhead forced herself to bend over, sticking her ass out invitingly and silently begging for more.
After perhaps two or three minutes Elise offered one last smack, her slave’s backside now tanned a light pink and tingling from the repeated blows, and began to massage those cheeks once again. Finding the contrasting sensations wonderful, Claire allowed herself to sink into that feeling, almost drifting off under her mistress's ministrations when Elise finally struck, shoving a large but thankfully well lubricated plug up her slave’s ass. Crying out in shock at the sharp sensation of cold metal against heated flesh, muscles suddenly tense as the bound woman’s body instinctively clenched to try and fight off the intruder but her mistress did not let up. Instead she only pressed harder and brought her free hand down hard against her plaything’s captive ass, the loud smack of flesh on flesh echoing throughout the room and making her flinch and then moan.
That momentary lapse of concentration was all the opportunity that Elise needed to finish inserting the toy, a satisfied smirk decorating the brunette’s face as the plug popped into place and she tapped on its base once or twice with a pair of fingers, both to make sure it had fully seated and to send shock waves deep into the redhead’s helpless body. Claire could do little but cry out again, muffled though it was by the dildo shoved down her throat, shuddering as each tap seemed to echo through her flesh like a hammer blow, the sense of almost overwhelming fullness created by the plug making her shudder with pleasure as she blushed almost as dark as her hair underneath her hood. As adventurous as she might have been in her youth, her mistress was the first and only person she had ever allowed to insert anything into her ass. She had never really seen the appeal to be perfectly honest but, as with so many other things, the brunette’s enthusiasm was infectious and Claire had found herself willing to try, just as the young woman had expanded her horizons in so many other ways. Discovering, to her delight, just how much she truly enjoyed pushing her limits and finding the new pleasures within.
Stepping around in front of the bound woman once again, hands behind her back and a tiny smirk on her face, Elise's eyes roamed over her slave’s body for an instant as she spoke, “Liked that, did you?”
Letting out a tiny moan of agreement, Claire’s head jerked ever so slightly within the confines of her neck corset, the closest thing to a nod she could manage.
“I’m glad.” her mistress continued, the ghost of a smile curling her pierced lips, “Because if you like that, you’re going to love this.”
Once more the redhead felt her eyes go wide as Elise drew her hands from behind her back to reveal yet another dildo, a wire dangling from the end connecting to a control box. Made of clear silicon, revealing the electronics within, the toy was huge, twelve inches long at least and thick enough that she knew it would fill her utterly. While it was not the largest dildo she had ever seen, Claire knew it was the largest she had ever personally used, or rather had used on her, but even as she felt a slight sense of trepidation wash over her at the sight of the massive toy, her pussy clenched again as if eager to be filled.
“I’m curious to see how much you can take.” Elise explained, her smile growing almost mischievous as she easily read her slave’s eagerness, “And I think you’ll like the… extra features.”
By way of demonstration, the brunette adjusted one of the sliding controls just enough to make the toy vibrate gently. While that was not a surprise, as the thing buzzed quietly Elise adjusted a second control, making the entire length of the dildo begin to undulate, slowly at first but faster and faster as she slid the power bar to maximum. Eyes wide Claire moaned again, almost desperately this time, the aching need for release within her reaching an almost fevered pitch as she tried to imagine what something like that would feel like.
Deactivating the vibrations all at once, Elise approached slowly, bending down just enough to look her slave in the eye, “Hope you’re ready, slut. Because I tried it out earlier and I guarantee that you’ve never felt anything like this.”
Whimpering at that statement, squirming in her bonds and practically begging with her eyes, Claire felt a wave of relief when her mistress patted her comfortingly on the cheek before dropping down to one knee. She felt, rather than saw, the zipper at the crotch if her catsuit open, the sudden rush of cool air on her most heated flesh an honest shock as her pussy was exposed. Yet, as her mistress began to gently stroke the sensitive skin along the lips of her labia and just above her clit, the redhead shuddered, hips twitching involuntarily as she desperately wished the woman’s fingers would move just a little inward against her aching core.
“I see someone’s nice and wet,” Elise teased as she continued her explorations of that silky smooth skin in an unhurried manner, “And it looks like your laser treatments are coming along nicely.”
Clenching her eyes and tightening the muscles of her legs as she tried to contain herself, those fingers driving her wild, Claire managed another tiny moan of agreement even as she blushed a bit more. It was not something she had ever really done before meeting Elise, especially after being out of the dating scene for over a decade, but upon discovering that the younger woman was herself shaved, and preferred her lovers that way as well, the redhead had decided to give it a try for herself, discovering that she rather liked the sensation even if the extra hassle was annoying at times. As such, seeking out a more permanent solution had only seemed natural to avoid the nicks and razor burn if nothing else, and her mistress certainly seemed to appreciate the effort at the very least.
In the midst of that introspection, though, it seemed as if Elise had finally decided to get to the point and the bound woman let out a deep, shuddering moan as she felt the vibrator slowly begin to slide into her body, slick flesh offering absolutely no resistance as her throbbing pussy eagerly gripped the intruder tight. When the last few inches were finally inside of her, and her catsuit zipped up once again to lock it in place, Claire went slack in her bonds just as quickly, groaning as she unconsciously rocked her hips side to side, feeling the two massive toys within her shift with each and every twitch of her muscles. If she’d thought the butt plug was big it was absolutely nothing compared to how utterly full she felt in that moment and yet she found herself loving every second of it.
Clipping the vibrator’s controls onto one of the straps of Claire’s ballet boots to hold it in place, Elise slowly rose to her full height and put a hand on her hip again as she took in the sight of the moaning and trembling woman in front of her, luscious form helplessly bound and thorough gagged. It was, perhaps, the most arousing thing she had ever seen and, feeling her own nipples poke out proudly through the thin material of her top, the brunette had to take a moment to regain control of herself but it was so damned hard. Even in casual clothes the curvy redhead had a sort of effortless beauty about her, but when bound and gagged and wrapped up in fetish gear? In those moments the older woman crossed the line into pure, devastating sexiness and Elise could scarcely believe how lucky she was to have such a woman as her own.
Drawing a deep breath and shaking her head slightly, the pale dominatrix walked back to the small table beside them, the collection of toys now much reduced, to gather the last thing she would need to complete her slave’s encasement. Without ceremony she picked up a blindfold and slipped the padded black leather over Claire’s eyes and buckled it down to another set of anchors in her hood. Still lost in her own explorations the redhead did not notice her approach until it was too late, only jerking in surprise with a muffled cry when her vision was suddenly cut off though, once again, the neck corset held her head helplessly in place making it utterly impossible for her to resist.
Not that she would have.
Trapped in darkness, Claire felt her breath quicken even as she moaned into her gag, almost whimpering as she strained her ears to try and hear what was happening around her, but it was to no avail. Only silence greeted her. Moments seemed to stretch into hours, each heartbeat an eternity as she waited, blind and helpless in her bonds as her skin seemed to grow almost hypersensitive. The sensation of the catsuit embraced her body, the corset compressing her waist, the sting of the clamps on her nipples and the monoglove wrenching her arms almost painfully behind her back grew and grew and grew to the point in which her entire universe seemed to consist of nothing but the restraints holding her in captivity. When combined with the feeling of the toys filling her it was almost overwhelming. Shivering as she squirmed with her confinement, almost unconsciously exploring the sensations as arousal pulsed in her veins, the moment was shattered just as suddenly when a crop struck the top of her right breast with almost stinging force. Crying out in surprise, Claire started at the blow only to cry out again when the underside of that same breast was struck a heartbeat later. Almost whimpering then as the soft tip of the crop began to glide over the surface of that sensitive mound, skirting the edges of a throbbing nipple and eliciting a tiny groan when its passage disturbed the clamp, the woman's breath seemed to grow even harsher as the crop slowly drifted left until it rested atop her other breast.
Bracing herself for another blow when she felt the crop withdraw, the redhead was almost shocked when it never came. Rather, with loud and deliberate footsteps, her mistress began to circle her helplessly bound body, trailing the crop under her arm and down her side before finally resting it on her hip. Claire gasped, then groaned deep in her throat when all of a sudden the dildo filling her pussy activated, buzzing with a low and insistent vibration before it began to undulate in an almost lazy dance a moment later. That groan instantly became a shriek when the crop struck her ass with a short, sharp blow a moment later. Jerking, hard, within her bonds, Claire shrieked again when the motion made the plugs filling her shift just as sharply, the steady vibrations hammering against frazzled nerves in a maddeningly wonderful way even if they never quite managed to push her over the edge. Not that her mistress seemed to care one way or the other. As the redhead moaned and squirmed and fought and begged Elise continued to tan her ass with the crop, alternating between overhand and underhand blows, shifting from left to right in a seemingly random pattern, at times tapping so softly that Claire was half convinced she imagined the impact and at times so hard that the bound woman knew she would have welts and maybe even bruises in the morning. Arching her back within her confinement to thrust her ass out even more in silent invitation, begging her mistress to mark her, to claim her, to announce to the whole world to whom she belonged the redhead clenched her eyes shut and bit down hard on her gag, relishing every blow at they hammered into her, pleasure and pain intermingling into a truly intoxicating cocktail. And yet… And yet it still didn't seem to be enough to make her cum no matter how much her frantic motions made the vibrator rattle inside of her.
After a particularly hard blow that made Claire scream into her gag, Elise suddenly ceased her assault leaving her slave a panting and moaning heap as she hung helplessly in her strappado, breath rasping through her nose in harsh pants and heart hammering in her ears, the soft buzz of the vibrators just barely audible above that. With slow and measured steps the pale brunette began to circle that helpless body once more, the redhead twitching within the skintight leather and latex constraining her as she tried to catch her breath and follow the sounds of her mistress’s movement, the crop once again gliding along the edge of her hip and stomach just below her corset. When it began to dip down toward her aching sex, Claire held her breath, wondering for a moment if her mistress was going to strike her there. Having her pussy cropped was always so… intense, but right now intense was what she desperately needed.
As the crop moved steadily lower the bound woman braced herself but the expected blow never came. Instead, much to her shock, the vibrations within her began to steadily grow much more intense until the toy filling her pussy seemed to spin like a top. Moaning loudly as her vaginal muscles clenched the intruder tight, the action making its undulating action even more agonizingly wonderful, Claire’s entire body seemed to spasm, her hips bucking madly in their confinement as she wriggled in her bonds, panting and moaning as those overwhelming sensations seemed flood every fiber of her being. In the midst of that achingly agonizing pleasure the crop finally landed hard between her legs, striking her throbbing clit like a hammer blow. Jumping a bit despite the harsh stiletto heels she was wearing and the spreader bar locked to her ankles, the redhead screamed into her gag as the echoes of that blow reverberated throughout her body, shooting up her spine and intertwining with the sensation of the vibrator in an explosion of pure pleasure so intense that for a brief, perfect moment Claire was certain she came.
It seemed Elise agreed as she brought the crop against the side of the bound woman’s left breast, “Naughty slut, cumming without permission. I have half a mind to turn off the vibrator now.”
Nowhere near sated despite the aftershocks still assaulting her body, Claire shook her head as best she could, frantically crying out into her gag as she tried to speak, “Nn! Pmmnphm, pmmnphm mnphphrmphph! N'll he hmmn mnphphrmphph, N'll he hmmn!”
“You’ll be good, will you?” Elise asked as she seemed to weigh that statement, idly tapping the crop against the older woman’s breast as she considered her response before gently prodding the nipple clamp capping that delicate mound, eliciting a muffled cry as she twisted it ever so slightly, “One more chance, slut. But cum again without permission and I’ll really punish you, understood?”
Relief flooding her, Claire tried to nod, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph. Phhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.”
“Be grateful that you have such a kind mistress, slave.” Elise added, prodding the woman’s other breast for emphasis, “And do try to control yourself.”
“Mmph, mnphphrmphph.” Claire moaned as she braced herself.
It was a good thing she did as her mistress immediately brought the crop down again, striking her left breast once more before striking the right in rapid succession. There was a brief pause then followed by two quick blows to her right breast, under then over, before another to her left followed. Whimpering a bit as the sting throbbed in time with her heart, Claire gasped, almost flinching in her bonds and making her pendulous breasts wobble invitingly as a pair of hands cupped those delicate mounds and squeezed softly. She braced herself again for a strike, for a slap, for anything but for a long moment Elise just caressed her gently, massaging her sore tits with a gentleness that seemed almost incongruent in comparison. Moaning softly in delight, the bound woman reveled in the sensations that, when combined with the vibrators madly dancing within her, was almost enough to push her over the edge again. Biting down hard on her gag, Claire’s body clenched tight, muscles pulled taut in a desperate attempt to control herself, not wanting to invite further punishment even if a part of her truly craved it. After several moments of that gentle caress, and just at the point in which the redhead began to relax ever so slightly, her mistress changed the game again. Drawing her fingers down her slave’s breasts with a feather soft touch, grinning just a bit at the way the bound woman shivered beneath her, Elise took the clamps on her nipples in hand and pulled. Completely unaware thanks to the blindfold, Claire had no time to brace herself and shrieked into her gag as she tried to lift herself up to relieve some of the pressure, a task made exceedingly difficult by the nature of her bonds and the ballet boots she was wearing. Not that it made the slightest bit of difference as her mistress simply pulled harder in response every time she did.
For several agonizing seconds that torment continued, the sting in her arching nipples almost unbearable, and Claire clenched her eyes shut behind her blindfold even as the pain only made the throbbing in her pussy more intense. Gritting her teeth even as she felt her muscles begin to twitch on the cusp of an orgasm that she wanted, needed so desperately, with almost superhuman will the redhead forced the sensation back only to cry out in relief when Elise suddenly let go of her nipples. Panting through her nose, and whimpering softly, the bound woman felt her entire body practically collapse, held up only by the chain binding her to the ceiling and the unrelenting pressure on her arms. Not that she had long to rest. Almost immediately she cried out again, more in shock than pain, as a hand slapped her left breast, hard enough to make her ample tits bounce and disturbing the clamps just enough to make her wince again. Trying to brace herself for another blow, Claire was again taken by surprise when her mistress’s soft, slender hands again cupped her tingling breasts and began to gently caress and massage away the lingering aches.
“I admit I’m impressed, slut.” Elise announced, suddenly, an almost amused warmth in her voice, “Usually that would push you right over the edge, especially with a vibrator in. Guess you really do want to be a good girl.”
Moaning in a mixture of delight and trepidation, Claire pleaded as best she could even as she tried to press her chest into that touch, “Pmmnphm, mnphphrmphph! Pmmnphm!”
“Shh,” Elise soothed, “it’s okay, my lovely. It’s okay.”
Despite the distraction of the vibrator still hammering away at her most sensitive parts, Claire felt herself relax at those soft, heartfelt words, the affection underlying them like a soothing balm. While her mistress had been correct earlier in saying that she needed pain, to a degree that even surprised her at times, she also knew that it was far more than that. It was the love and warmth, the care underlining every action that warmed her heart and completed her, transforming the games they played from what must have looked like cruelty to an outside observer into pure ecstatic perfection.
“Phhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.” she murmured.
“My poor, poor slave.” Elise practically cooed, amused and teasing and yet seemingly proud as well, “Maybe I have teased you enough.”
Perking up, Claire tried to lift her head even if she knew it was pointless, desperate to see her mistress’s face despite her blindfold, “Rmnmmm?”
“Yes, really.” Elise confirmed, a smile in her voice as she leaned in to press a kiss to her slave’s latex encased cheek before dragging her lips to the bound woman’s ear, her voice dropping to a husky, teasing whisper, “But you know what they say about too much of a good thing, right?”
Shivering in delight beneath that tone, and moaning at the kiss, Claire felt a hand drop from her breast to glide down her side and settle onto her hip. For a moment those fingers lingered there, drawing nonsense patterns in looping arcs before trailing down her thigh to reach the vibrator’s controls. In one swift motion, Elise slid both dials to their highest settings and the bound woman gasped as the toy suddenly went insane, buzzing madly within her wet and aching flesh. Arching her back and howling into her gag, Claire shook within the confines of her bondage, straining against her armbinder and rolling her shoulders back and forth, twisting at the waist as best she could despite the restriction of her corset as her pussy practically quivered around the intruder undulating wildly inside of her. It was absolutely overwhelming, but after being teased for what felt like hours it was also absolutely incredible and yet… and yet part of her could not help but fear one little thing. Despite talk of rewards, her mistress had not yet given her permission to cum. And so, despite very much not wanting to, the buxom redhead held herself back, muscles tight as spun steel as she tried to stay still, her entire body trembling with the monumental effort required.
Thankfully, her suspicion was proven correct a moment later when her mistress gave her a kiss on the temple and whispered into her ear once again, “Still holding yourself back, slut?” She idly gave the bound woman's breast a squeeze and allowed her other hand to trail between those shaking legs, just tracing the outline of her trembling sex through the thin latex of her catsuit, “That must be so hard.”
Claire moaned pitiably at the other woman’s touch, unable to even try to form words at this point.
“It must be overwhelming.” Elise continued as she gently kneaded the breast she was holding and allowed the tip of her finger to tease the redhead’s hard and eager clit, “You must need it so bad.”
“Pmmnphm.” Claire managed to moan, voice little more than a muffled whimper as her body jerked unconsciously, even that gentle touch threatening to send her over the edge.
Elise withdrew her hands, much to the bound woman’s relief and frustration, before planting a kiss on the edge of her jaw, “Good girl, such a good girl. Now,” all of a sudden the pale brunette stepped back and brought her riding crop down, hard, against the redhead’s still tender ass, “Cum for me, slut.”
That was what she had been waiting for and, with a groan of relief, Claire finally let go. Not that it would have mattered, even without that order it would have been impossible to contain herself, the force of that blow enough to shatter the last fragile shards of her self control she had left. Knees jerking hard and arms straining against her bonds, the redhead screamed into her gag, so loudly that even the size of the plug filling her mouth was not enough to muffle the sounds as she finally, finally came, pussy practically spasming as her body clenched tight around the dildo dancing madly within her and forcing it to practically crush her delicate inner walls between its length and the plug filling her ass. Ecstatic waves seemed to race through her veins like liquid lightning and burst in her brain like a thunderclap, stars exploding in her vision as blessed relief finally washed over her. The crop might have fallen again, but it was impossible to tell, the pain lost in the absolute explosion of pleasure that seemed to fill her entire being, sensations twining together into an even greater whole as the vibrator buried within her quaking flesh continued to grind relentlessly against raw and eager nerves, vaginal muscles practically pulsing around the intruders now as she screamed into her gag and practically begged for more. She should have been careful what she wished for. Before the waves of that first monstrously intense orgasm had even begun to fade, aftershocks assaulting her senses in a steady and seemingly unending stream, the toy pushed her over the edge again and Claire found herself momentarily unable to breath at the almost overwhelming intensity of the sensation. All of a sudden a shriek tore its way out of her throat, screaming so loud it hurt as her body thrashed within its confinement, the sheer force of her climax crashing into her like a tsunami and pushing her even deeper into the sea of sensation that had become her whole world.
Not that her mistress was finished with her, not by a long shot.
Unable to resist, unable to even plead for mercy, Claire came and came and came, each orgasm harder than the last as the dildo continued to stimulate her mercilessly and repeated blows of the crop tanned her ass one after the other. Drowning in sensation, she came until her legs gave out, until it hurt, until her throat was raw from screaming and she was certain she could see stars within the darkness of her blindfold. Until she feared she might actually die. Panting hard through her nose and almost instinctively sucking on the plug shoved down her sore throat, body trembling and heart hammering in her chest, the bound woman could do nothing but whimper and beg for relief, a low whine building deep within her chest as she felt the vibrators relentlessly push her throbbing flesh to yet another orgasm. Moaning almost pitiably now, she strained against the armbinder holding her, twisting her shoulders this way and that, making her breasts and the clamps affixed to them shake wildly in the process as she tried in vain to escape. Clenching her eyes shut, tears leaking down her cheeks despite the blindfold, Claire braced herself, every muscle in her body tight as spun steel as she tried desperately to hold back the inexorable tide building within her. For the briefest moment she thought she might have succeeded until the crop landed one final time and something seemed to break within her. Shrieking into her gag as she howled like a banshee, the redhead’s back arched sharply despite the steel boning of her corset as the orgasm that she had been trying so hard to restrain clawed its way out of her with almost violent force, the pleasure and pain so intense that she jerked hard against her bonds in a wild and uncontrollable dance as she actually felt her eyes roll back into her head.
Thankfully, mercifully, she felt herself actually pass out in the midst of that storm of sensation, thrown into the endlessly warm embrace of subspace as her senses positively overloaded. Floating there in that darkness, Claire spent a long moment just reveling in the feeling, her body distant and her mind adrift. That had been… that had been amazing. Intense, certainly, but amazing nonetheless. While they had not known each other that long in the grand scheme of things, it still surprised her sometimes just how well her mistress understood her, and just how deviously kinky she could be when she turned her mind to it. The young woman really was coming into her own as a dominatrix and it made Claire proud to know she had played a part in that, and happy to reap the rewards. The faint feeling of an arm wrapped around her waist, holding her upright, and a hand gently stroking her brow slowly drew the redhead out of the void and back to the world. Moaning softly as she felt the aches and pains of her body reassert themselves, along with that delightfully sated feeling that always lingered after a session of forced orgasms, Claire blinked several times despite still being blindfolded and realized that at some point she had been released from the strappado though her arms were still tightly bound and the vibrator, now thankfully turned off, still filled her.
Sensing the older woman beginning to struggle, Elise tightened her grip and began to whisper soothingly, “Shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”
Claire tried to respond, warmed by the brunette’s concern, but between the soreness of her throat and the size of her gag she only managed a tiny, muffled moan. Still, it seemed to be enough as Elise kissed her on the temple and wrapped both arms around her waist before struggling to help the bound woman down onto the floor. A task made more complicated both by the young woman’s slight frame and the fact that Claire’s ankles were still firmly locked in the spreader bar. Even so, she eventually managed to lower the redhead down onto her knees and onto a waiting cushion. Letting out a groan of relief as she was finally able to rest her shaky and exhausted legs, thighs practically burning with the strain, the bound woman allowed herself to slump in her mistress’s grasp, leaning back against that warm and familiar body as gentle hands continued to stroke her brow and play with her braided hair. As she relaxed, however, Claire was somewhat taken by surprise when her mistress made no move to release her, having assumed their game was about to come to an end. Rather, after several long moments of comforting her slave, Elise drew one of her hands down the redhead’s bound arms to once again take hold of the ring at the base of her armbinder. She then clipped that ring to an anchor point in the center of the spreader bar, trapping her lover in a kneeling position.
Squirming a bit in this new position, and tugging experimentally on the restraints holding her wrists and ankles together to test them, Claire jumped suddenly when she felt her mistress’s hands retreat from her as the young woman stood and stepped away. Straining against the neck corset holding her head in place, she tried to follow the younger woman’s footsteps, the sound of her mistress’s boots striking the concrete floor like thunder in the small room, but it was all for naught, she could do nothing but wait, anticipation building once more as a thread of excitement began to coil within her gut, imagination running wild as she contemplated what might be next. In an instant the footsteps suddenly stopped and, for all that she was blind to the world, Claire knew that her mistress was standing in front of her, appraising her and, she hoped, liking what she saw. Despite the weariness that seemed to have settled into her very bones, and the lingering soreness between her legs, the bound woman forced her shoulders back and squared her hips, marshaling every bit of her strength to sit up straight and stay as perfectly still as possible. Transforming herself into the very vision of a slave, a doll, an object on display for her mistress’s approval.
After an agonizingly long moment Elise reached down without comment and slowly unbuckled the straps holding the kneeling woman’s blindfold in place. Carefully withdrawing the dark leather, and letting it dangle idly from her hand, she watched her slave blink away tears, squinting even in the dull light of the basement after so long trapped in darkness. Looking down into those vivid blue-gray eyes, the brunette could not help but smile just a bit at the tired but jubilant expression painted there. Using her free hand to softly wipe away the woman’s tears before bending over to press a soft kiss to her forehead, offering a fine view of her own far more modest cleavage in the process, Elise pitched her voice into something low and soft and deceptively casual, “Hey, you.”
Blinking once or twice, not certain she had heard correctly, Claire could not stop herself from laughing, giggling into her gag at the incongruity of it all as her mistress reached out to cup her face and stroke a latex covered cheek with her thumb.
Lips twitching in amusement as she tried to fight down a laugh of her own at the bound woman’s response, Elise mused, “Let’s take off that gag, shall we?”
Without waiting for any kind of response, she deftly loosened the second set of buckles and pulled the leather panel free from the bound woman’s mouth, sliding the dildo from between her lips in the process. Coughing softly, both glad to be free of the thing and yet a bit disappointed at the same time, Claire looked up at her mistress, watching as the woman set the plug gag aside and still a bit surprised at just how big the thing was. Part of her still could not believe that she had managed to fit the entire thing in her mouth, or how much it had turned her on, a fact which made her blush just a little bit beneath her hood. As if somehow sensing that reaction, Elise smirked down at her slave as she allowed her eyes to roam over the kneeling woman’s form, gaze particularly drawn to the way the tight armbinder forced the redhead’s full breasts to stand out proudly, clamps still squeezing her nipples tightly in their firm grasp.
Biting the corner of her lip, trying to keep her own spiraling sense of arousal under control, the pale young woman asked, “Better?”
Blushing a bit deeper at that inspection, words still more than a bit muffled by the jaw spreader holding her mouth wide open, Claire nodded as best she could, “Yeh, nhihghuehh.”
Almost smirking, Elise placed a hand on her hip, “And what do we say?”
Realizing her mistake, Claire quickly forced out an answer as clearly as she could, “Ghanch oou, nhihghuehh.”
“Good girl.” Elise allowed as she stepped closer, reaching out to cup the woman’s cheeks with both hands, “And now I think it's my turn to be rewarded for all of my hard work, wouldn’t you agree?”
Purring softly, practically moaning beneath her mistress’s touch, Claire answered with much more enthusiasm this time, “Yeh, nhihghuehh!”
“Such a good girl.” Elise practically breathed, smiling at that earnest passion in those words as she silently withdrew her hands
Reaching down, the young woman partially unfasten a zipper on the side of her skirt, pulling the faux leather aside to reveal that she was not wearing anything underneath it, shaved sex on clear display, lips glistening with arousal and the slender ring pierced through her clit gleaming softly in the light. Gasping at the sight, Claire squirmed a bit and felt her body unconsciously clench around the toys still filling her, knowing well what was about to happen and completely powerless to resist even if she had wanted to. Reaching out, Elise cupped the back of her slave’s head with one hand while winding the bound woman’s braid around the other like a makeshift handle. Tightening her grip and tugging on that brilliant red hair, making her slave moan in response, she then shifted her hips forward just enough to gag the kneeling woman much more thoroughly with her flesh. Taking a deep breath, her mistress’s scent strong in her nose, Claire did not need any further instructions. Closing her eyes she began to slowly lap at Elise’s most sensitive places, carefully running her tongue up and down the lips of the young woman’s labia, exploring her curves and folds in all the ways that she knew her mistress loved. Emboldened by the soft gasps, and shuddering moans that her attentions elicited, Claire shifted her focus suddenly to swirl her tongue around Elise’s hard and eager clit, flicking her piercing with each pass and, as always fascinated by the contrast of soft skin and hard metal as well as the way that having the ring pierced through her clit played with seemed to drive the other woman wild. Her mistress had tried to explain it more than once, but the redhead could admit that she never really understood. It was, she suspected, the sort of thing you had to experience for yourself and despite never having really entertained the idea of body piercing in the past she could not help but wonder.
When her mistress’s grip tightened again, Elise practically crushed her slave’s mouth against her panting all the while, Claire could not help but smirk ever so slightly around her gag. Relishing those sounds of pleasure, she thrust her tongue into the velvety heat of the younger woman’s throbbing pussy, reveling in the feeling of vaginal muscles tightening around the intrusion in a desperate grip. Feeling the slender body she was worshiping tremble, the bound woman began to roll her tongue while curling it ever so slightly to lap at her mistress’s inner walls, striking at all of her most vulnerable places, one after the other, in an unrelenting assault. Never one to hold back, Elise thrust her hips forward and began to grind against the source of her pleasure as she moaned deep in her throat, silently demanding more. Already unreasonably turned on it did not take more than a moment, perhaps two, before the young woman came undone, throwing back her head and screaming in delight as she came, hard. Twitching and panting and trembling as she rode Claire’s face, forcing the kneeling woman to swallow the rush of fluids pouring out of her as she slowly came down. Not that the redhead minded in the slightest as she dutifully licked her mistress clean, enjoying the tiny whimpers and soft moans each pass of her tongue elicited. Knowing well from long experience that Elise’s orgasms tended to be messy, honestly delighting in the feeling of being used and enjoying the overwhelming scent and taste of the other woman.
When she at last regained control of herself, Elise drew back and dropped to her knees, resting her hands on Claire’s shoulders to steady herself for a moment or two before finally opening her stormy gray eyes. Skin flushed, a thin sheen of sweat visible on her brown, the pale young woman smiled suddenly and leaned forward just enough to catch her slave’s lips in a kiss. Thrusting her tongue deep into that helplessly wrenched open mouth and delighting in the taste of herself lingering there, Elise took her time, exploring the edges of Claire’s teeth and twining their tongues together before thrusting as deep as she could. For her part the redhead moaned helplessly, almost instinctively submitting to her mistress’s passion and allowing it to pass over her like a wave, shivering at the feeling of the other woman’s lip ring pressing into her, to say nothing of the sensation that delicate, pierced tongue created as it practically lunged down her throat. For what felt like an eternity they stayed like that, Elise kissing her as if there was no tomorrow before the young woman finally pulled back, Claire moaning softly in disappointment as she was left as little more than a flushed and panting wreck. Smiling again, and stroking the bound woman’s brow, the pale brunette eventually reached into her slave’s mouth and gently removed the jaw spreader, unlocking the springs and carefully pulling it free. Groaning in relief as she was finally able to close her mouth, easing the tension that had been building there as she licked her lips, Claire spent a moment just working feeling back into her jaw as her mistress set the device aside.
“Not a bad way to spend the evening, wouldn’t you agree, pet?” Elise suddenly asked, voice teasing as she looped her arms behind the bound woman’s neck and leaning back just enough to look her in the eye.
Finally able to speak, Claire just smiled, “No, mistress. Not bad at all.”
Shifting a bit to begin untying the laces of the older woman’s neck corset, Elise sighed just a bit, “Still, I suppose it’s about time I let you go.”
“No, mistress!” Claire suddenly blurted out, blushing a bit at her own reaction and at the curious look the younger woman gave her, “I mean, I’d like to stay like this a while longer, mistress. Please?”
Elise cocked her head slightly, a curious glint in her stormy eyes as she asked, “Even the nipple clamps?”
Despite the slow, throbbing sting of the clamps that seemed to pulse in time with her heart Claire found herself smiling almost sheepishly as she fought the urge to look away, voice soft but earnest as she felt her blush return, “Yes, mistress. Even the clamps.”
“And here I thought you were such a good girl.” Elise teased, a slow and easy smile curling her lips as she shook her head fondly and leaning forward to kiss the other woman on the cheek, “Maybe you’re really just a bad girl pretending to be good.”
“Maybe, mistress.” Claire agreed, unable to keep a grin off her own face even as she shifted her shoulders to try and shift into a more seductive posture.
Still smiling, the younger woman pushed herself to her feet with a groan before lifting her arms high over her head to stretch, skirt riding dangerously high as she popped her spine. Using that distraction to her advantage, Elise then used the tip of her boot to gently prod her slave’s crotch, the sudden pressure shifting the toys still firmly embedded in her tightly bound body and drawing a quiet gasp from those sinfully soft lips, “Alright then, slut. I had something special planned for dinner, but I suppose we could have it down here instead. And, since I’m such a kind and generous mistress, I’ll even feed you. How does that sound?”
Biting her lip to suppress a moan as she felt her mistress’s toe continue to grind against her most sensitive flesh and leave her painfully aware of just how full she still was, Claire offered a tiny nod and an honest smile, “It sounds perfect, mistress.”
Reaching out to gently stroke her lover’s latex covered cheek, fingertips gliding along the curve of her jaw in a way that made the buxom redhead shiver, Elise grinned and darted in for another kiss, “I shouldn’t be gone long, my lovely. Shout if you need anything.”
“Thank you, mistress.” Claire agreed with a tiny little nod, eyes drawn to the pale brunette’s taut body as she stepped away and began to head for the door. However, as she sat back down on her cushion, the plugs within her shifting sharply, the redhead suddenly realized something and called out, “Mistress?”
“Yes?” Elise asked curiously, pausing in an instant and glancing back over her shoulder with a concerned expression.
“I…” Claire began, trailing off as she fought the urge to look away and blushed in embarrassment beneath her hood, “I think I need a catheter.”
A dark brow instantly shot up in response, Elise’s voice steady but colored with a mildly searching tone, “Are you sure you don’t want me to untie you instead?”
Despite her embarrassment, Claire shook her head as best she could in the confinement of her neck corset, “No, mistress.”
Although she tried very hard to control her expression, Elise’s lips still twitched into a smirk, “You must want to stay tied up for a really long time then, slut.” there was a brief pause as that smirk grew almost cruel, “Maybe even… all night long?”
Shivering softly at the thought, apprehension and delight warring within her as she squirmed within her armbinder, Claire had to bite the edge of her lip to suppress a moan as she practically whispered, “Yes, mistress.”
For what felt like a long moment Elise just stared at her, a curious expression on her face but a look somewhere between amusement and awe reflected in those stormy gray eyes before the pale young woman smiled, “I’ll get one then, but do try to contain yourself until I get back, won’t you pet?”
Face blazing behind her hood now, Claire nonetheless smiled in eager anticipation, “Yes, mistress. Thank you, mistress.”
Elise said nothing in response and, with her head locked forward by the neck corset, Claire quickly lost sight of the younger woman as she crossed the room, her footsteps quickly receding into the distance as made her way back into the house. Completely alone now save for her thoughts, tightly and inescapable bound, stuffed full with her breasts stinging and her ass still sore, to say nothing of her full bladder, the redhead nevertheless felt absolutely incredible. Relaxed despite the strain, and wonderfully sated at the same time. It was true that she had always been a kinky individual, but even a year ago it would have been impossible to imagine herself like this. Then again, a year ago she had not yet met her mistress, had not yet begun to truly plumb the depths of her own submission and how much she craved being bound, how much she ached to give up control and how much pleasure she found in the depths of pain. Leaning back into the cushion, the sudden motion putting pressure on her plugs and once again drawing attention to the lump of smoothly polished metal firmly buried up her ass, a tiny and almost impish smile curled the redhead’s lips unbidden. A year ago she could never have imagined even wearing a butt plug, much less enjoying it, or looking forward to having a catheter inserted but here she was. Self discovery truly was a strange thing, but as she heard a door open and her mistress’s footsteps at last fade beyond her hearing Claire could not help but wonder for perhaps the hundredth time. How in the world had she been so fortunate to finally find the life she hadn’t even known she’d wanted?