Second instalment of that series. It took me less than a month to write it. It is much more graphic than the precedent instalment. I hope I was accurate enough. There are more instalments to come. They will be more fetish-oriented than this part. Suggestions, comments, wishes from readers are welcome. Don’t be shy! I try to answer the best I can. I hope you enjoy that part!
The Madam Moriarty Club
Satin 2 – Playing with the cat
As the impressive oak door to the room opened, Erika tried to raise herself a bit to see who was entering. With her arms bound beneath her bosom, it proved however impossible. She heard the nearing steps. They were obviously made by high heels. Her mind raced. Her abductor, a woman? And then, her captor appeared… She knew that face… It was the same woman she had seen at her boss’ office! Vanessa Whateley!
Her expression seemed to reflect her amazement, because Vanessa let out a chuckle when she saw her face…
"You certainly seemed surprised to see me, my dear… Why, I guess you did not even begin to suspect I might have had a hand in that little affair… Well. Now you know and I am sure you have many questions."
"But," she continued imperiously as Erika opened her mouth to say a word, "I will answer these questions as I see fit. So, shush, or I will have to gag you. Understood, my dear?"
Completely dumbstruck by Vanessa’s words, Erika feebly nodded.
"Good girl." She then sat on the bed beside Erika, who awakening from her stupor examined her captor. Vanessa was sporting a gorgeous long green satin gown with long sleeves. The cuffs were elaborately decorated with lace, but were still tasteful. The décolleté was not exaggerated, but still showed a generous amount of cleavage. Vanessa’s breasts were flawless. They were relatively ample for her frame but did not sag. Neither did they seem to be anything but natural.
Vanessa registered her gaze. "You like what you see? Believe me, before long you will have an even better knowledge of that body."
She then laid alongside her prisoner, her hands roaming on Erika’s body, gently tweaking her nipple and exploring the area between her legs. Her prey shifted uncomfortably but she continued nonetheless her rummaging in Erika’s crotch area. Soon, one of her hands was tickling the folds of her sex, while the other was playing with a nipple through its satin prison. Erika moaned but said nothing. She was captivated by her abductor’s gaze, which was fixed on hers. She was like a bird in front of a snake; she could not avert her eyes from Vanessa’s.
Silence fell between them. After a few moments, Vanessa got up and went to a cupboard sitting in a corner of the room. She opened a drawer, retrieved an object and came back to the bed, hiding it behind her back. She once again sat beside Erika.
"If you want to ask me something, you may open your mouth, little one."
Erika indeed opened her mouth to ask her why she had done that. But in one deft move, Vanessa shoved a ball-gag between her teeth before lifting Erika’s head from the pillow to affix the strap behind it. Dumbstruck by that move, Erika could only stare, her eyes full of hurt.
Vanessa grinned. "I said you had the right to open your mouth. Not to speak. Do not worry, your questions will find answers, all in due time. But for now, I have waited long enough for your company. And I am going to enjoy it, like it or not. In fact I think you will like it. To a certain extent, that is."
After those words, she leant toward Erika’s face and planted a wet kiss on her forehead. "Well, my little one. Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avait déclose…And your rosebud will get all the attention I can give."
After those words, she shifted on the bed and went to kneel between Erika’s thighs. She leant and lifted the hem of Erika’s teddy. She then kissed the hairy little triangle just above Erika’s sex, eliciting a gasp from her captive. Her hands began to trace circles around Erika’s sex, never entering the truly sensitive part of Erika’s crotch, but still coming maddeningly close to it. The caress was in fact almost worse than a direct contact. Almost. Erika was not prepared when she felt the tip of a fingernail skimming her nether lips. She gasped. She fought her bonds. She tried to pull away from that disturbing touch. But the sleeves on her straitjacket did not budge. The cuffs on her ankles subdued any struggle. She was totally exposed to that woman. And the assault on her senses went on.
The fingernails came back, lightly touching the skin of her folds. The effect was an unbearable tickling sensation. Unwillingly, Erika was becoming aroused. Her mind told her it was utterly wrong, her body told her it felt good. She lifted her head from the pillow on which it was resting. She gazed down her body. And she encountered Vanessa’s gaze who was intently watching her reaction, a devilish grin on her lips.
"So, my little one. I see you react to the appetizers… Let’s see how you handle the main course…"
Vanessa bowed her head, gently blowing on Erika’s sex. The weak wind combined to the light touch of fingernails was sapping Erika’s resistance. Exhausted, her mind in turmoil, she leant back into the pillow and waited for whatever came her way.
The cycle of skimming and blowing continued for a few minutes. Just as Erika was getting accustomed to it, she felt a new sensation. The fingers were gone. But something had taken their place. Something warm, soft, wet and a bit rough was gently grazing her love lips. At the same time, the small air current she felt shifted. It was warmer and directed a bit higher than before. She assimilated those tidbits of information after a few seconds. Vanessa had gone through her legs with her head… She was licking her.
She could feel the tongue circling her lips. She could feel it gently easing itself in her snatch. The sensation was even more maddening than those before. She felt herself getting wetter. Her clitoris was poking its head out of its hood. But Vanessa was decidedly avoiding it. She was concentrating on her now engorged lips. She was very slightly easing the tip of her tongue between her lips. Erika moaned. She wanted that sensual torture to stop, but her body thought otherwise. Her carnal urges were getting more and more intense. She whimpered. The sensations were enough to trigger a strong arousal, but would never allow her to reach the climax that she now wanted, that she now craved. She was bucking her hips, trying to direct the tongue onto her clitoris. But Vanessa was wickedly anticipating her moves and she continued to taunt Erika’s now sopping sex. She wanted Erika totally vulnerable, totally open to her. And Erika responded. She was now panting behind her ball-gag. She was bucking her hips, trying to grind them on Vanessa’s tongue. She wanted that climax she had been denied.
Vanessa was circling her clit, avoiding direct contact. Its tip was protruding from under its hood, now fully erect. She decided her captive now deserved that orgasm. She kissed Vanessa’s clitoris. She then played with it using the tip of her tongue. She flicked her tongue across it. It was now so sensitive Erika felt that touch like an electric shock. And the licking resumed, only this time, her clit was included in the ministrations. She could feel it building. She was now powerless to prevent the orgasm she wanted but despised at the same time. She could feel Vanessa’s tongue starting at the underside of her pussy, making its way upward to her clit and then flicking over it, gently playing with it. At the same time, she felt Vanessa’s fingernails gently caressing the sensitive area between her pussy and her anus. It provoked contractions in her belly, pleasant jolts of excitement coursing through her.
Vanessa concentrated her tongue’s attentions on Erika’s clitoris. She slipped one of her slender finger into the welcoming wet and hungry hole, probing for Erika’s G-spot. She was soon massaging a place inside her vagina, while her other hand was still busy caressing the underside of her pussy.
Erika’s orgasm happened suddenly, unexpectedly and violently. She bucked her hips and screamed into her gag. Her release was one of the most debilitating she had ever known. She was spent! It had only lasted for a few minutes but she felt as exhausted as a marathon runner. While she settled into the afterglow, she became aware that Vanessa had not stopped to play with her. Soon, her arousal was once again mounting. The stimulation of her clitoris and G-spot forced a second orgasm out of her after a very short time. Vanessa then stopped her ministrations, her face glowing with Erika’s juices but presenting a mischievous grin that promised more fun to come.
Erika’s straitjacket-teddy was now soaked. The room was not very warm, but her exertions had caused her to build up a considerable sweat.
"Well, my little one. You seemed to enjoy it, didn’t you? After such exercises, I think a shower is in order. I will take it with you. Why waste water? And why waste such a good time to play? I am going to free you from your straitjacket. But do not do anything rash. If I cannot control you my guards will. And believe me, you do not want to learn what they can do to control you… Now be a good girl and stay still."
She went to the cupboard from which she had taken the ball-gag and came back with a leather choker and a leash. After affixing the collar around Erika’s neck, she clasped the leash to a ring at the front of the collar. She then went to Erika’s ankles and undid her shackles. She helped her to her feet and guided her to a small door leading to a well furnished bathroom.
She placed Erika in the centre of the room and detailed her appearance. "My, my, my… You are even more beautiful than I remember… And you have a very nice pussy to play with… I like the pet variety of pussies, but yours is even more fun to play with…"
She went behind Erika and undid the clasps holding the sleeves in place. Erika unfolded her arms and massaged them, savouring the sensation of returning feeling to her limbs. Behind her, Vanessa was still busy. She was undoing the laces closing the straitjacket. Soon, Erika was free from its confines. The leather collar was next, but the gag remained in place.
"Well, time for our shower!" proclaimed Vanessa, pushing her into a spacious shower-cabin. She let her gown slip from her frame and followed her captive into the shower. Once inside, she directed Erika to the middle of the cabin and instructed her to put her feet into two depressions in the floor. Exhausted by her reluctant exercises in the bedroom, she complied slowly. Once her feet were in those depressions, she felt them sinking deeper, while two metal pieces encircled their upper side, thus preventing any movement. Vanessa then took a pair of handcuffs sitting on a stand carved in the wall and clasped them around Erika’s wrists.
"Good… Let’s get busy, my dear."
Vanessa took the shower nozzle and began to spray water all around her own body. She then came to her prisoner and clung to her, spraying water on both of them. Once they were both wet, she took a bottle of liquid soap and poured some in her hands before coming back to her now wide-eyed shower-companion.
"Since your hands are a bit tied up right now, I guess I will have to wash you myself… Not that I mind… In fact I would dare say you are the one minding."
She went behind Erika and began to caress her body with her soap-filled hands. Her ministrations were gentle, but she seemed to longer more than reasonably around Erika’s groin. Her fingers were parting her nether lips, playing with the little bud, which was rapidly becoming once again erect. Erika moaned into her gag. But before she could achieve an orgasm, Vanessa stopped and, taking the nozzle, sprayed her with water, washing the soap away. She then applied soap to her own body, before rinsing.
Once she was done, she stepped out of the shower, leaving Erika alone for a few minutes, before returning, clad in a delicate pink satin nightgown. She pressed a button on the wall and Erika’s feet were freed from their confinement. She took a towel and dried Erika before leading her back into the bedroom, still handcuffed and still naked. She helped her captive settle down on the bed, before joining her on it. Reclining against the pillows, she began to talk.
"I am sure you have a great many questions to ask. I will explain a few things which should coincide with the main interrogations you should have.
I had you abducted because from the moment I saw you I became obsessed by you. I studied you; I gathered intelligence about you, hoping to discover a fault in you. But I found none. I find you exquisitely beautiful, and everything I could find about you confirmed you were intelligent, sensitive and sensible. I will leave you a choice. I want you to decide if you want to remain at my side. I know this sounds funny, but I had to have you, if only for a day. If you refuse to stay with me, you will receive a treatment that will erase your memories and you will go on with your life as if nothing happened. However, if you decide to stay. I will give you everything you could ever wish. There are things I want to share with you. Things I want you to see. Perhaps in due time will you forgive me for what I did. It was simply infatuation."
Erika was watching her intently, trying to decide if she was completely barking mad or if, maybe, she was sincere in that declaration. And as she was observing her, she could see tears forming in the eyes facing her. She was sincere. All that had been caused by Vanessa’s passion. She had not done it because of meanness but because of passion. As Erika was reflecting on it, something became clear. She could always refuse her later. That woman was only preoccupied by her welfare. True, she had had her abducted, but it was out of desire for her. She couldn’t simply ignore that fact. She was brought back to her senses, when she felt Vanessa’s hands undoing the straps holding her gag in place. She stretched her jaws a bit, enjoying the returning sensation. Vanessa’s face was level with hers, her eyes watery and full of fear.
"What do you decide?"
Erika did not utter a word. She just leaned towards Vanessa’s face and kissed her lightly, gently. That woman had wanted her. She had not hurt her in any way. In fact she had even given her pleasure, demanding nothing in exchange except her presence. It was something that could not be ignored. She broke the kiss. "I will stay with you. I cannot promise I will stay with you forever, but I will stay with you for the time being."
Vanessa straightened up, her face the picture of joy. "Very well… I could not have asked any more. I will have to explain you a few things though… Like for example how I could capture you. In fact it is all due to a group I am part of… The Madam Moriarty Club…"
What is exactly that club? What awaits Erika in Vanessa’s company? Is everything so idyllic? Or is there something sinister going on?
You want to find out dear reader. Well I hope you do. Because I am not finished with our two beauties. That part was a soft one. The coming parts will not be as gentle. And they will be much kinkier!
See you soon! As always, appreciation, comments, suggestions are welcome!
23.05.07