Leather & Lace
Chapter 6 - Audition with the Mystery Man
By the White Knight
The next morning Lucinda didn't leave me out of her sight the entire time. We
ate and talked, but she brushed aside all of my requests for information about
my proposed pairing. At work it was much the same. I attended every meeting
that she did and was even taken to lunch with her and the other executives.
Only for a few minutes did she leave my side and that only to hold a quiet
conversation at the end of the room with Mr. Stanton. He looked at me covertly
a number of times during that brief discussion and ended nodding his head and
smiling as he kissed Lucinda on both cheeks. I thought that they must have
reached some mutually beneficial business arrangement, based on the way that
they were acting.
That night Lucinda and I ate out and then continued our rap session from the
night before. She allowed me to do my aerobic workout and even joined me at
about ten o'clock. Of course all of my requests for further information on Mr.
Right met the same stonewall. I was bound to my bed as was now usual. But
tonight I was bold enough to ask for the more comfortable, beanbag gag. Smiling
at my temerity she said, 'You really should practice with the tougher gag... but
I suppose that it would be all right.'
My jaw greatly appreciated her indulgence the next morning. In fact by now I
was feeling pretty much back to normal. The marks on my body had faded, and now
the aches and pains of my last ordeal had passed also. Lucinda watched me as I
dressed. Suggesting pieces of my outfit as I went along. What I ended up with
was an outfit that I had basically worn a number of times at the office before.
Gray wool pleated mini skirt, black sleeveless form fitting shirt, black hose
(using garters and stockings rather than pantyhose) and normal black leather
boots. I say normal boots, because Lucinda complained about them. 'The heel
should be higher and spiked to really be sexy' she lamented. The heel was only
a little over two inches and was blockier for better traction in snow and bad
weather. Besides I thought to myself, I am going to work I don't need to be
dressed to kill.
The shirt was really sexy, as it left no doubt as to my obvious endowments. The
upper portion of the garment, from slightly above the tips of my nipples to my
throat, was made of a transparent black material showing off an amazing amount
of cleavage. This I covered up with a blazer, which matched my skirt. I was
surprised that she had not complained about this, as it was she who had
suggested this particular shirt. The cut of the blazer showed only an innocent
V of white chest. She refused to allow me to wear the satin bra that I would
normally with this garter belt, but was kind enough to let me put on the
matching panties.
Lucinda had me model my outfit for her, so she could 'see all of the lines'.
When I was getting tired of doing this I finally asked, 'what's going on here?
What's so important about the way that I dress when were going to the office.'
Lucinda pooh-poohed me and said in a sisterly fashion, 'I told you that I would
be giving you advice. Well, we are starting with wardrobe suggestions. In my
estimation it's always a good idea to, within reason, advertise your wares.'
Knowing her wardrobe, I believed what she was telling me. Without a doubt some
of her outfits made her look twice as beautiful as her basic attributes.
At work that day, things were the same as the previous day. Meetings, breakout
discussions and more meetings were the daily fare. During the meetings that Mr.
Stanton attended I felt him looking at me a number of times. The few times that
I meet his gaze, he would just smile and give a slight nod of his head towards
me.
Later that afternoon with everything basically concluded, Mr. Stanton led us on
a tour of the plant. 'This is the models room', he said as he opened a door and
turned on the light. The room was filled with four vanities and cubicle-like
changing stations. 'Through that door is where we do most of our shoots.' We
walked on and entered the room. It was dark except for one spotlight that was
centered on a stool in front of a trio of reflective white screens.
'My dear', Mr. Stanton began. 'Lucinda and I have been discussing your
situation and I think its time that we all had a little chat.' My face
reddened, but before I could say anything he continued, 'I told you that my
Thatcher and I would like to be able to help you find someone that could match
your, ahhh... exuberance for life and help you in enjoying it to its fullest
extent. Lucinda and I, have come up with the same person... separately I would
add, that we think may meet with your approval.' My eyes widened at this
statement. 'We would like you to meet him, my dear...'
I cut him off before he could finish his sentence. 'I would love to meet him',
I stammered. 'Just tell me where... and when....' This time I was cut off.
'How about here and now', a voice said from the darkness at the back of the
room. I shaded my eyes and peered into the gloom. I couldn't make out anything
because of the glare of the spotlight. I started to walk forward and the voice
chuckled, 'No, no, no, my dear. Do not step forward. I am to be the master
here, so I must first 'approve of you'. Upon completion of that condition, we
will have our first.... meeting. If you enjoy that encounter you can than
'approve of me', if you don't well than you can tell me to go to... to get
lost.'
'I'm not sure that I like this arrangement', I said getting my back up. He
chuckled again, 'I wouldn't like it either. But my two friends here have tried
to set me up before and to say that each of their previous attempts was a
disaster would be putting it kindly.' Mr. Stanton and Lucinda looked
uncomfortably at each other and refused to meet my gaze. 'Both of them say that
your special. In fact the gentlemen has stated that you're my perfect
counter-part and the lady has referred to you as my 'soul-mate'. Hefty praise
coming from these two, my dear, but we will have to see.' He paused. I waited
for him to continue. Looking into the darkness all I could tell about him was
that he had a nice warm voice.
'The question, my dear is do you trust these two?', he asked. I looked at them
and they now met my gaze. Lucinda even nodded her head. 'Yes', I answered. 'I
trust them'. He chuckled once more. 'Boy you are young and naive, aren't
you?', he said off-handily. I glared into the darkness and responded sharply,
'Perhaps I am. But, I can tell you right now your not wining any points with me
by degrading me or my friends.' The son-of-a-bitch had the audacity to clap at
my angry statements. He stopped quickly as he saw my face redden and I was just
about to let him have it again. 'No, no. Don't be angry. Truly, I applaud
you.' He paused. 'I apologize but that was part of my testing process.' My
questioning looks probably made more sense than any questions that I could have
formed at the moment. 'You passed admirably, by the way. A woman with no
spirit, regardless of how wonderful she is at... in the sack, is basically
useless, as far as I am concerned.' By this point I was as confused as I could
get, or so I thought.
'The second part of my testing may be even more repugnant to you than the first
part', he said in his warm deep voice. 'Now I would like to see how well you
respond to a master. So I'll ask, you again, do you trust Lucinda and Arch?'
Silence followed. Lucinda nodded again, but I could see that something had
bothered Mr. Stanton. 'Yes', I answered simply.
'Good, then by proxy, you must also trust me', he informed. 'You see now I will
ask you to do certain things and I wish to see how you respond to them. Is this
agreeable to you?' He had a good voice; I'll say that much for him. Different
than Mr. Thatcher's, it generated that same type of concern and oneness that
made you feel good... like you really mattered. 'I don't understand', I
answered. 'Why can't we just sit down and talk and find out if we fit together
or not?'
'Blame it on your friends. Unfortunately for you, the earlier blind dates these
two have tried to foist off on me have been less then wonderful. One young
lady, whom good 'ol Arch set me up with, stalked me for three months when I told
her it wasn't going to work out.' He explained with that rye chuckle of his.
Mr. Stanton looked madder about what the stranger was saying, than upset by his
mistake. I wondered why, but I was more concerned with what he was telling me.
'Time is a wasting, Sharon. Are you willing to take my orders, or not?'
'Answer me two questions', I responded. 'And then I will agree. First, when do
I get to grade your performance and second, what is your first name'. More of
his warm laugh greeted my ears. 'Boy, oh boy you do have a lot of spirit. I
think that I am beginning to like you already.' He said this so warmly... as if
he had known me all my life... that it gave me shivers up my back. 'OK', he
answered. 'That's reasonable. First. You are obviously a smart lady, so I
have no doubts that you are already 'measuring my performance'. Second. My
name is Gregory. Greg to my friends... but, for now, you can call me master.'
I smiled in the direction of his voice and really hammed it up. 'What wish or
desire can I fulfill for you first, master', I said huskily. Silence followed
and my smile faded. 'Is that the tone of voice that you would normally address
your master in or is that the tone of voice that you think that I would like to
be addressed in?' Damn, playing games with him didn't seem like such a smart
thing at the moment. All I could do was tell him the truth. 'It's the tone I
would use if you had had a hard day and I was trying to make you feel better.
To play with you.' He was quiet for a few seconds. 'Fair enough', he finally
responded. But for the time being lets just kept it simple and straightforward.
Yes, master or No, master will suffice.'
'Yes, master', I replied softly. I thought I saw a little bit of movement in
the darkness, but I wasn't sure. 'Remove your jacket'. As I undid the buttons,
Lucinda moved behind me to take the coat as it became free. 'Turn to your left,
so that I can see your profile'. I did so and stood still, my chest jutting
proudly forward. 'Turn back toward me and knell, as you would before your
master', the voice commanded me. I quickly knelt upon the hard wood floor
trying to imitate, what I had seen Ann do on the cover of the video, Bondage
101. Keeping my knees together, I rested my butt on my heels while keeping my
back as straight as possible. Unlike Ann though, who looked up adoringly at her
master, I looked down demurely at my folded hands, atop my knees. He left me
like that for about a minute. 'You may stand now', he ordered. After I had
complied he added, 'Place your hands behind your back and help Arch slide the
leather sleeve he is holding over your arms.' I looked behind me. Mr. Stanton
was holding a narrow black leather funnel like item. I had only seen them in
the catalog and didn't know what to do. Lucinda's soft voice whispered
instructions, which allowed me to slid into the partially opened sleeve. My
arms went in until they were almost shoulder deep. Mr. Stanton then pushed my
arms towards each other above my leather-covered elbows, while Lucinda zippered
the leather triangle tightly shut. My arms were pulled tighter and tighter
together, just like Mr. Thatcher's hog-tie. I grimaced as the zipper reached
the top of the sleeve, but otherwise I accepted my incarceration quietly.
Straps from the arm binder were taken from under my arms, criss-crossed below my
throat, passed over each shoulder and buckled in the rear. Ostensibly they were
there so that I couldn't shrug my way out of the tight leather binding my arms.
'Spread your legs', the deep voice commanded. Lucinda was already kneeling
besides my leg attaching a leather restraint around my left ankle. Mr. Stanton
joined in, attaching a matching cuff to my right ankle. He then used a small
metal spreader bar to separate my ankles by a little over a foot.
The sensation of being made helpless in front of an unknown stranger was
beginning to warm my loins. I shifted my arms within the sleeve as much as I
could and waggled my leather-sheathed hands back and forth. I ate up the
sensation of the soft leather against my skin and the immobility of my booted
feet. I was totally at the mercy of these three people. Two of which, despite
the trails they had put me through, I now considered friends. There is
something about the sharing of this intimate sexual sensations that help bind me
to each of them. My breathing had become more shallow and quicker. Looking
down as the last small pad lock was attached to the spreader bar, I saw
something that made me blush brightly. My nipples had hardened as my excitement
increased and were now pushing out through the thin black fabric like miniature
missiles. I prayed that he wouldn't notice.
Next Mr. Stanton placed a blindfold apparatus in front of my eyes. He gave me a
few seconds to look at it, but soon buckled it in place. The stranger was
taking no chances. Sometimes the satin sleep masks would shift and need to be
reset into the proper position. This item was made of leather, with foam
padding around the eyes. The black leather was cut so that it resembled large
wrap around aviator glasses. With it installed tightly about my head, I had
little doubt that there would be no chance of me seeing anything my principles
did not want me to see.
I heard someone walk onto the hard wood floor. I wanted to tilt my head toward
the sound, but I remained standing bound with my head straightforward. I felt
him walk around me, looking me over... examining me. It was like being a slave
at auction... and somehow this thrilled me. 'Ohhhhhh', I jumped in surprise as
he flicked one fingertip against my traitorous nipple. He then cupped both of
my breasts with large strong hands and gently kneaded them. 'Hhhhhmmmmm', I
moaned letting my head fall backwards in ecstasy. All to soon his hands left my
breasts and caressed their ways down my sides. Inwards at my taut waist and
back out again over my wool clad hips. His hand slid further back to my rear
end, where he smoothly and gently let his fingers massage my 'starved for
attention' cheeks. 'Yeesssssss', I hissed in delight. He pulled me forward so
that his crotch could rub against mine and for the first time I could feel that
he was as excited as I. One of his hands left my buttocks and slid down below
my skirt. I gasped as his fingers expertly came in contact with my damp satin
panties. Gently he caressed me through the soft silky fabric. I could feel his
fingertips softly pushing down my curly hair until he just barely touched my
mound. 'Ohhhh, Goddddd', I groaned. He could have thrown me down on the hard
wood and taken me right in front of Lucinda and Mr. Stanton and I wouldn't have
cared!
'Haaarrrrmmpphhh', Mr. Stanton cleared his throat. 'I think that if you two
want to explore this part of a relationship any further, that you should get a
room!' He paused, then added, 'Have you any other questions that you wish to
ask the young lady or are you done with her for now... sir?' In my hazed sexual
stupor, I barely realized that he had spoken. The stranger though reacted as if
an order had been given and he pulled himself, all too quickly, away from me.
I could hear him also breathing heavily and he seemed to take a few minutes
before he continued his questioning. '
'You are certainly a beauty' he said making me blush. 'You seem like a very
normal young lady... and I can't remember seeing a woman generate more heat than
you.' I am sure that my cheeks were cherry red. 'It would seem to me that I
would be a fool, not to pursue this relationship...' He paused. 'I have but one
more question....'
'Do you really want to be a slave?', he asked gently. I wanted to just say yes,
to his warm sexy voice, but instead I replied softly, 'I want to be a male
masters submissive female partner'. I emphasized the word partner.
'Ms. Grant, Mr. Stanton', he called. 'Are you both in agreement that Sharon and
I should attempt this partnership.' I waited expectantly, but heard no sound.
'Don't worry', his warm voice told me, 'There both nodding, yes'. Mr. Stanton
cleared his throat again and said, 'Yes, I am all for it as long as you take
your pairing out from under my roof.' Lucinda laughed. 'That's an excellent
idea. Sharon, why don't you and your mystery man here use the cottage for the
evening? Mr. Stanton has graciously offered me the use of one of his guest
rooms for the night. Is that acceptable to the both of you.'
Before I could say YES!!!, the stranger was already talking.
'I am agreeable', he said strongly. 'But, you dear Sharon, must also agree to
my conditions.' He paused. I tilted my head towards the sound of his voice and
hung on his every word. 'I have been told that you have a self-bondage routine
that you impose upon yourself. Is this true?' he asked. I felt myself blush
further as I nodded my head and answered, 'Yes, master'. He paced for a second
in front of me. 'During this game of yours I understand that once you have
bound and gagged yourself, you fantasize that your imaginary lover comes to you.
Is this true?' I felt my face burn redder. I hung my head and said miserably,
'Yes, master'. He paced for a few seconds again, and then stopped. 'Do you
trust me... really trust me', he asked. I looked blindly in the direction of
his voice and replied equally softly, 'Yes...yes, I think that I do.'
He chuckled at my reply and did a fair to middling Bogart impression, saying,
'My dear I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.' He laughed
and I laughed with him. 'I want you to go back to the cottage and set yourself
up for your fantasy lover. If we are both lucky I will be able to fit the bill.
If not, at the very least, I guarantee you an interesting evening. What do you
say my soon-to-be slave girl?'
Smiling I replied quickly, 'Just tell me what time, oh master'. He laughed and
walked away from me. From a distance he called, 'Seven-thirty, my dear girl.
Seven-thirty.'
I blinked my eyes as the blindfold was removed. Soon I was free of all
restraints. Both Lucinda and Mr. Stanton refused to answer any of my questions
about the mysterious stranger. Finally Mr. Stanton rewarded my persistence with
this nebulous response. 'I think this way will be the best for everyone
concerned.' I bridled at such an answer and countered it by requesting, 'At
least tell me if I was wearing the blindfold because he is hideous looking, or
something terrible like that.' Lucinda snorted at my comment. 'Sharon, you
should know that we wouldn't pair such a cute creature as yourself with anything
so cruel', she admonished me. Then she put her arm around an uncomfortable
looking Mr. Stanton and said, 'No, she doesn't have to worry about that at all,
does she... Arch'. Mr. Stanton cleared his throat and said, 'Aahhhh, no, of
course not'.
'It is five o'clock now, my dear', Lucinda remarked. 'Why don't you take off
and prepare for you big evening.' I blushed once again; because she knew
exactly what preparations I intended to take. Then she did something that
really surprised me. She reached over and pulled me towards her, giving me a
hug. 'Good luck', she whispered in my ear. 'Oh, and one last bit of advice.
Don't put on the 'stimulator'... I don't think you will be needing it tonight!'
I blushed redder, hugged her back quickly and ran for the door.
The drive to the cottage seamed to take forever. Once inside I found myself
running around from one place to another like a spinning top. The excitement
was almost too much to bear. I was breathing so hard that I could feel my heart
pounding against my chest. My stomach was in knots. I had to do something to
calm down. Running through my normal evening routine was the only thing that I
could think of.
I quickly stripped off my 'slave auction' clothes, as I had come to think of
them. Putting on my spandex workout suit I went through three quarters of an
hour of my normal aerobic exercises. I followed this with a steaming shower and
soon felt better. Looking at the clock I could see that it was already
six-thirty. My breathing quickened immediately and the knots in my stomach
returned. The thought that I was finally going to meet my 'imaginary lover' was
making me feel faint. My heart pounded so hard that I thought I would have a
heart attack.
Trotting naked into the kitchen I poured myself a good portion of white wine,
and took a healthy swallow. Then walked back into my bedroom. At Lucinda's
behest I had cleaned up everything in the morning. I pulled off the quilt
bedspread and folded it neatly into the corner. Then I attached the nylon
restraints to each of the four posts of the bed. I laid the gag and sleep mask
down on the soft flannel sheets.
Quarter to seven, my heart pounded. I took another large swallow of wine. I
did not want to get drunk or even tipsy, but I knew that wine mellowed me out.
Already I could feel its warm glow spreading through me. My breathing slowed a
little and the knots in my stomach receded some. I laid out my sexy bustier
outfit on top of the dresser, everything from hose to frilly gloves. Then I
re-applied my make up. Brushing out my auburn hair I let it fall loosely about
my shoulders.
I slipped into the baby blue bustier. After the read corset it no longer seemed
to fit into the 'tight' category, now I thought of it more as form fitting. The
touch of the silky crotch less panties sliding up my thighs was heavenly. I bit
my lip to keep my hands away form my flaming love orifice. My hard nipples
showed clearly through the transparent material. Another swallow of wine and
then I unrolled the powder blue stockings unto my shapely gams. Their attendant
garters were fastened into place. I flexed my toes and slid into my soft yummy
black leather slippers. The frilly gloves went on last.
I walked over to the mirror on the back of the bedroom door and check my outfit.
Smoothing a little here and tugging a little there, minor changes a most.
Satisfied I finished my wine and took the glass into the bathroom. I rinsed it
out and set it besides the sink. Not wanting to smell of the sweet grape, I
brushed my teeth and gargled with some Scope. Snapping my fingers I ran back to
the dresser and retrieved my White Shoulders from the top draw. I had almost
forgotten it! A couple dabs behind my ears, between my breasts and even down
near my lately ever-hot furnace. All the places I would love to see him nuzzle!
It was ten after, definitely time to apply my restraints and other accessories.
Being well versed now, in the proper procedures I had little trouble connecting
my widely spread ankles to their respective posts. I opened my mouth wide and
accepted the hard rubber ball. I had thought of using the soft beanbag gag, but
had decided against it. My coffee colored lips stretched tautly around the
bright yellow ball, was a much more sexy site. I bound my left wrist into its
nylon cuff and then slid the black satin mask over my eyes.
I laid my right wrist into the final restraint, but found myself hesitating. If
I bind my last wrist correctly, there would be no way out. I would be putting
myself totally at the mercy of a man I don't even know! The dice I had been
rolling lately had all been coming up as winners, I thought to myself. Not once
had craps been the result of my risk taking. Starting with my current job,
which quickly got my mind off of what his name. Then trying out bondage and
finding that I really liked it. And now just over the last few days, each of my
successive bondage encounters had turned out wonderfully.... Well, the whipping
ended up wonderfully, because I gained a true friend.
One more throw of the dice. I grasped the cuff with my fingers and expertly
wrapped it about my wrist. I made no attempt to leave it at all loose and a few
pulls against the restraint showed that it was securely fastened. I tested all
of my bonds, now. What a terrible thing that would be if after all of my hard
work and gut wrenching one of the bindings would fail! Fortunately they were
all tightly intact.
There isn't too much that you can do to make yourself look sexier, when you are
tied spread eagle upon a bed. But, I did my best. Flattening my back, arching
my breasts and pelvis upwards. I straightened my legs and arms as much as
possible. Lastly I just lay back and relaxed.
Oh, shit. How is he going to get in! I had locked the door on my way in as I
always do. Damn it, I should have thought about that. I'll be lying her all
night long waiting for him to come and he'll be locked out! Great, another
night of sexual frustration!
Without warning I felt my slipper being lifted off my right foot. Strong hands
began to massage my sole and heel areas. 'Hmmmmm', I murmured around the gag.
This was heavenly. His hands slid over the soft stocking and took up residence
about my toes and toe pad. He flexed my toes and rubbed the pad just at the
right places. If it weren't for the gag, I would have bitten my lip to keep
myself from crying out in delight. A young lady must appear demure and chaste
even in the most intense circumstances. Of course at the moment I was a bound
and gagged slave so I yelled without abandon, 'Yesssss... Yesssss... Ohhhhh....
Yeesssss'. Finishing on my right foot, he chuckled at the sound emitting from
my gag as he replaced my leather slipper. I flexed my sated foot sensuously in
the soft slipper, loving the feel of the warm leather against my skin. 'Oh, so
you like these slippers, do you?', he remarked observantly. I nodded my head
and flexed my foot once again. 'Well, then such a pretty covering on such a
lovely appendage should be rewarded', he warmly announced as his hands once
again took up their ministrations. He pressed the soft leather against my flesh
as he kneaded my heel, sole and finally toes. 'Aaarrrrggggghhhh', I groaned
delightedly. What he was doing to me was so wonderful, so sensuously sweet,
so.... It was almost as good as sex!
He moved on to my left foot. As he lifted off the slipper he gave me a little
tickle with the tips of his fingers against my captive sole. I jumped a bit
surprised and wiggled my foot in its restraint. I began to tense wondering if
this was a prelude to some type of tickling session. 'Relax Princess', his warm
voice said soothingly as his dexterous fingers worked over my loving left ped.
'I figured you could use a good massage after all you've been through this week.
Especially your poor abused feet. After Da.... Arch, told me what he had done
with you.' I couldn't see him, but I had the feeling he was shaking his head.
'Those two should have taken it easier on such a neophyte. But, knowing them,
once they get into their one up-man ship mode... well you ended up taking the
brunt of their ego's.' I listened to the concern in his voice and wanted to
both reassure him and clear names of the two gentlemen. 'It wasn't that bad', I
mumbled through the thick yellow ball. 'I even liked most of it.' He laughed,
and said, 'I'm glad that you feel that way, but what Da. Arch did wasn't even
remotely fair. Making you stand in six and a half inch heels, in a pair of
pumps that generally run tight, must have been hell.' Damn it, I knew it.
Those bloody heels were a half size to small! His wondrous fingers made me
forget all about it though as he removed every little kink from my grateful ped.
Replacing the slipper he once again rubbed my foot and if anything it was even
better than the first time.
Strong hands moved up and around my ankle. Caressing the smooth nylon as they
flowed over my restraining cuff. The tips of firm fingers plowed furrows in my
skin, up and down the sides of my calf. 'Besides being a delight to look at,
your legs are in excellent shape', he commented. 'There is something about a
shapely female leg graced by pretty hosiery that is extremely sexy', he
continued warmly. With one hand he gently pulled on and let snap back one of
the taut garters holding up my stockings. 'These of course are the icing on the
cake.' He resumed his massage of my left calf and just when I thought I
couldn't stand any more he moved his attentions over to my right leg. 'Ohhhh,
Goddddd', I moaned dreamily. All of the anxieties and tenseness that had
earlier filled me, dissolved into nothing. Warmth spread through my body. His
expert manipulations, the glass of wine and the 'freedom' of being bound
helplessly left me more relaxed then I had ever felt before. I didn't have to
worry about responding to his caresses, because I could not. Everything was in
his hands.... and they were warm, tender and inviting.
'If my hands were free, I would applaud your wondrous legs', he said with that
rye chuckle that I was quickly thinking of as his trademark. 'They seem to go
on forever and they are.... perfect!' I stirred languidly from my mellow funk.
'Thank aerobics', I said into my mouth-filling gag. His hands had moved up over
my knee and were kneading the fleshy part of my thighs. The muscles were
tightly stretched there, because of my widely spread ankles. 'Actually, I
prefer to thank you', he remarked non-chalantly. 'Aerobics may be the exercise
that made your legs look this good, but you are the one who should be proud of
your achievement.' My fogged mind registered something as out of place, but I
couldn't quite place it. Then it hit me! He was responding to everything that
I was saying. How could this be? Even knowing what I had said, my ears
couldn't make sense out of the inconsistent sounds that made it through the gag.
'What are you telepathic', I demanded into the yellow ball. His laugh resounded
in the room, 'Nooo. Of course I'm not telepathic. I am just unusually good at
understanding gag-speak.' What the heck was he talking about? 'What's that', I
asked. He stopped his massaging of my right thigh. I could feel his weight
shift on the bed between my legs. 'This will never do', he said in a mock angry
tone. 'You getting all tense again and over nothing. If you kept this up I am
going to have to replace your ball gag with a penis gag, because not even I can
understand a women when she has her throat full of rubber cock.' His hands
again found my legs, now with one on each thigh. He started running his hard
fists up and down my inner thighs, working specifically on the tensed muscles
that joined at my crotch. 'Ohhhh, yessss', I murmured as his dug furrows up and
over my blue stockings and then upwards across my naked inner thighs. 'Please,
Please...', I moaned. I so wanted him to put his hands to work on my love
mound. 'That's it just relax, Princess', he said softly. 'And just to ease
your mind of all of those questions you were so anxious to ask about, don't
worry. Unless something drastic happens, I firmly believe we will have a long
night together and I promise there will be plenty of time to ask anything you
want.' His hands were dangerously near my love mound now. He had changed his
manipulations so that he was now using the tips of his powerful digits and every
once and a while they would brush against the lace trim of my baby blue crotch
less panties.
'I must apologize though', he said warmly. 'Because I am the one leading you
into trouble.' He paused and I wondered what he was referring to. 'All of my
gabbing has of course made you wonder about different things', he continued.
'So now I will make you a promise to remedy the situation', he breathed in a
very sexy tone. 'From now on, no more unnecessary words. I promise to let my
hands, lips and perhaps just one other part of my anatomy do my talking for me.'
I smiled to myself, as there could be nothing more pleasing to me.
True to his word his powerful hands began to work their magic. 'Ohhhh
yyyyeessss', I groaned as his attention shifted to my pelvic region. He did not
go directly for my love mound, but instead loving massaged all around it. His
hands slowed their movements and then softly I felt his first kiss against my
inner thigh. Warm juicy kisses rained upon my appreciative upper legs. With
his teeth he would pull playfully at the top of a stocking or garter belt
whenever they seemed to get between his hungry lips and me.
'Aaaarrrrggghhh', I screamed as I strained against my bonds. The bed creaked as
I used all of the strength in my body to free my arms. I had to get free. I
had to be able to grab his head and plug into my love canal. I moaned in
disgust as the tough nylon and tight cuffs remained secure, despite my best
efforts. Breast bondage was not torture. Six inches heels were not torture.
Even Lucinda's whipping was not torture. This was torture. Knowing that you
will climax, but not when your master will let you reach that peak. 'Oh God
help me. Pleaaaasse, get between my legs', I screamed.
Perhaps taking pity on me, he slowly worked his way up to my vagina. His
fingers brushed aside the damp fabric of my panties and parted my burning lower
lips. A warm skilled tongue darted in and went right to work on that most
sensitive little mound of flesh. Back and forth he lashed me. Each stroke
driving me further and further into a sexual frenzy. I was a volcano and I was
finally going to be allowed to blow.
His tongue maintained its steady brisk strokes, pushing the little piece of
flesh between my legs up and down or side to side. Every once in awhile he
would divert his attention to suck on one or the other of my lips. I loved my
gag. I knew if it weren't in my mouth right now I would have bitten through my
lip.
Never, ever had I experienced anything this great. I started to squirm as my
orgasm finally began to rumble to the surface. 'Nooooo.... Nooooo....', I
screamed into the gag as he levered himself upright and his tongue left my
aching pussy. 'Pleaaaassseee... Pleeeaaasse, let me cum', I wailed. I felt him
getting off the bed and now I was desperate. I again struggled fruitlessly
against my restraints. 'Aaannnnnything... Annnyyything... I'll do anything you
want. Pleeeaasse', I begged shamelessly.
'Now, now dear slave', he said soothingly. 'Only I can decide when it is time
for you to achieve orgasm and you need to learn that'. I could feel his tugs
and pulls against the restraints at my right ankle and then it was free. The
cuff was still on my ankle, but the nylon strap must have been released from the
pole. 'Besides', he continued warmly, 'you really didn't want your first orgasm
as a slave to be so mundane... did you?' As my left leg was freed I kicked them
both up and down on the bed in anger and frustration. 'Mundane', I screamed
into my gag. 'You call that mundane?' Now his rye chuckle made me angry.
'Princess, calm down and quit acting like a kid', he said sternly. 'I am not
like anyone you have ever known, so you can either trust me or you can take a
hike. Which will it be.'
It was like getting hit with a pail of cold water. He was right I was acting
like a spoiled brat, wanting to get my way. Here I am playing the submissive
and yet I still wasn't willing to give up control. I stopped my kicking and
said, 'Sooorrryyy', into my heavy rubber mouth covering. He patted my leg and
continued warmly, 'That's better, because I think you are going to really like
this part.' Holding my legs together he lifted them up into the air, from my
left side. As he came the point where they were straight up toward the ceiling,
he asked me, 'Can you hold you legs like that for a moment.' I nodded my head,
yes and I felt him let go. In a couple of seconds I could feel a slight tug
against the cuff on my left ankle. I heard him move to the other side of the
bed where I felt a similar jerk against my right ankle restraint. I shifted my
legs slightly forward and realized that they were now tethered somewhere behind
me.
Slowly, my right leg was pulled from its right angle (90 degree) position. Not
straight backwards, but rather towards the corner post. 110 degrees, 120
degrees, finally at 130 degrees he stopped. If he was trying to fold me in
half, he was succeeding admirably. It was very difficult to kept my left leg
straight, with my right pulled back so awkwardly. I didn't have to worry for
long as he quickly 'helped' me out. My left leg was the next to be dragged back
towards its appropriate post. In fact I think he went even a little further
with this leg than he had with the other. Apparently he also thought so.
Moving back to my right leg he adjusted it just a tad tighter, making them even.
'Straighten your legs', he admonished me. My legs had buckled at the knee
during this process. I tried to do what he asked, but I met with no success.
Laying flat on the bed with my legs spread this widely was taxing. To
straighten my legs while in this position seamed impossible! 'Arch your feet
like a ballet dancer so your toes point towards the wall and not the mattress.'
I did so and found that this did help me to meet my goal, but I wasn't quite
there yet. 'Now, slide your butt forward and tilt your pelvis upwards', he
instructed me. Sure enough, I felt my knees lose their flex and my legs
straighten into position. I was a little startled when I felt my toes touch
something. With a little wiggling of each foot I was able to identify the
object as the posts to which they were attached!
'Thank you', I said sincerely around my gag. I wouldn't say that I was
comfortable, but his helpful advice made sure that it wasn't torturous either.
'I call the position that you are now in the 'back-breaker'', he informed me.
'Being as you now have first hand knowledge of this position, I am sure that you
can see the accuracy of the name.' I felt a rope passed under my waist and
cinched tightly over my diaphragm. 'Even though you are in good shape, you will
not be able to maintain that position for long, so I am working up a little prop
to help you out,' He informed me as he slid a rope about my stomach. Twisting
the rope he made sure the knot was below the center of my back. The rope
trailing from the knot was pulled under my rear end toward the foot of the bed.
'There are two ropes coming from the one wrapped to your waist. What I am doing
is tying off each of them to the corner posts at the foot of the bed.' I felt
first a tug towards the right and then one back towards the left. The rope over
my waist dug tightly into the baby blue nylon mesh covering my diaphragm. The
pressure reminded me of my previous experience with my new corset. Everything
he said though was true. Regardless of the ropes slight discomfort, the strain
on my back arms and legs was largely reduced.
I heard a rustling of material and then felt him 'walk' on his knees up the
center of the bed. If someone had painted a bulls-eye directly over my cunt, it
could not have been any more the center of attention than I am sure it was now.
My legs formed a big wide V right to the heart of my heat. Despite everything
else, all I could think of was now he had to let me cum. There is nothing that
he could possibly do that could make me more helplessly available to whatever he
desired.
He laid a hand on each widely spread leg just above the knee and stroked me
slowly downward. Caressingly his hands followed the trail of my powder blue
stockings towards my exposed sex. Agonizingly they parted around my mound, like
Moses parting the waters. I squeezed my eyes closed beneath my satin mask and
stifled a cry of frustration. He kneaded my twin cheeks and casually let his
fingers stray towards my burning bush, every now and again. Finally his digits
found there way back to my clit and I felt him part my lips. Please, God let
him eat me again, I prayed.
I was justly rewarded as his lips began to kiss my legs from one nylon-sheathed
knee to the other. His kisses worked there way downward, slowing at the lace
tops of my stockings. He loved playing with my garter belts and teasing me as
he closed upon the area of my body that demanded attention. Next his teeth
pulled at my split briefs. I groaned in frustration. It was so difficult
learning to be totally submissive to my new master. I wanted to demand for him
to service me, but I knew that I could not. He was in complete control and
through the agonizing wait I learned the beauty of my position. When his lips
finally found my lower lips I almost cried in delight. His experienced tongue
once again brought me to the edge of climaxing. I went to scream as he stopped
his ministrations, when....
Something heavy was placed against the opening to my love canal. Whaaattt....
my thought was interrupted as I felt his firm thick manhood drive into me.
'Oooooffffffff', I gasped as the air was pushed form my body. I had been hot
for so long there was no problem with lubrication and with one swift piercing
stroke he had embedded his weapon to the hilt. I had never been probed so far
before. I didn't know if this were do to the fact the he was exceptionally long
or because of the advantageous position he had bound me into. All these
thoughts ran through my head, but all I could think of was... Thank you lord!
He began deep penetrating inward and outward strokes as he gave one of his
chuckles, 'You really don't have to call me lord, my dear, and master will do
just fine'. I hadn't realized that I had said it out loud, but right now I
couldn't careless.
His hefty member plunged downward and than slowly was drawn backwards until only
the head of his cock remained within me. I gasped each time that he buried
himself into me. Oh, god it felt sooooo good. His hard rod was touching places
within me that had never been touched before. But, it wasn't his length, size
or width that was the most outstanding part of his performance.... it was the
motion. Slow measured strokes. The way he would slowly bury himself within my
love canal and than stop for a second or two. He would somehow cause his
ever-hardening member to twist within me and then he would begin his equally
slow withdrawal. At the apex of his movements, when only a small portion of him
was inside my burning lips, he would perform his little twisting act again.
Shivers ran up and down my body when he did this, as he was rubbing right up
against that tender little g-spot of mine.
I was burning up with sexual heat and abandon. In fact I found it amazing that
I had not cum yet. Those slow beautiful strokes of his didn't force an early
explosion, but rather allowed the incredible fire within me to become even
hotter. The pressure that was building within me was so intense it was almost
painful. At one point I thought that I might even faint. I had to work hard to
breathe as deeply as possible through my nose to get enough air to keep me
going. Again I thanked my bonds, because I knew that if I wasn't bound in such
away that I couldn't move... I would have been humping my pelvis against him
until I came. If I had done that or if I had been with another man, especially
what his name, and I was this hot I would have come long ago. Then I would
never have experienced this excruciating ecstasy.
I could feel it coming closer and closer to the surface. There was a rumbling
within me that reminded me of an oil well before it blows. His steady piston
like strokes just kept on fueling the fire. Yes, hotter... hotter.... hotter,
with each impaling pass. 'Oh, yes.... yeessss ... yeeeessssss!!!. I bit down
hard on the firm rubber ball and began to lose conscious thought. 'Oh my
God... Oh my God, ....Ohhhh mmyyy GOD!', I moaned and finally screamed as the
tidal wave crested and swept over me.
The relief and pleasure were so intense that, once again, I almost passed out.
Only the fact that Greg began to quicken his strokes, which threw a new
stimulation into me kept me going. Oh, yes, it was just so good. The waves of
pleasures just continued to roll over me. One after another, after another. At
first I strained at my bonds, my whole body tensing to the massive explosion
that passed over me. With each successive wave the intense pressure,
transformed into warm pleasure. 'Aaaahhhhhhhhh', I finally sighed in
contentment as my orgasms waned.
Just because I was done, though didn't mean that my master was finished with me.
He continued to pump in and out of me. In and out he plunged, as if he could do
this forever. With my climax completed I now became more aware of my
restrictive position. The rope biting into my stomach and the nylon restraints
that held me bent over nearly in half became the prevalent things in my
thoughts. My back ached. My arms and especially my legs were strained beyond
belief.
Maybe he was telepathic.... When I was nearly at the point of feeling extremely
uncomfortable, he reached forward between my spread legs and began to fondle my
breasts. Over the course of the past few days, they had become very sensitive.
His soft gentle movements began to re-kindle the fire within me. Kneading both
breasts, he pushed and pulled at the covering material until my nipples were
free. Together he twirled both of them between his thumb and forefinger.
'Ohhhhh, yes', I groaned in delight. During this entire time he had continued
to pump me with pure pelvic strength. His strokes had reduced in length, but
had picked up quite a bit of speed. In fact he was now pounding into me like a
trip-hammer. Unbelievably, his wondrous actions were actually bringing me back
to the point of climax. Higher and higher I climbed.... 'Ooooowwww', I cried
into my gag. Both of his powerful hands had pinched the tips of my defenseless
nipples, simultaneously. The pain / pleasure response flew down into my cunny
like a bolt of lightening.
Boom. A new and incredible orgasm, washed through me. Within seconds I heard
him grunting and his breathing become heavy. He plunged his tensing cock to the
hilt as he exploded into me. The force of his cum was so heavy and so strong
that I could actually feel it striking my soft inner walls. He soon joined me
in cries of ecstasy. 'Oh, yeah', he cried out, 'Squeeze me tight and drain me
good... Wwwwoooooeeeee'. Doing my best in my awkward position, I used my
pelvic muscles to clamp down on his pulsating rod as hard as I could. 'Oh,
yeah', he cried out again, 'that's great... just keep that up for just a little
while more.' He continued to pump more and more of his hot creamy fluids into
me.
Finally, he gave one of his rye chuckles and seemed to be finished. He went to
pull out of me, but stopped as he felt my pelvic muscles clamp on him even
tighter then before. 'No yet', I cried into my gag. 'Don't leave me, yet.
Hold me.... please master.' He didn't try to pull out and soon I felt him
gently caressing the insides of my legs. Not in a sexy fashion, but more in a
gentle and caring way. 'I can't think of a good way to hold you in this
position, Princess', he said to me gently. 'When your free though I promise
that you can have all of the cuddingly you take. In fact, I should warn you I
am a world class cuddlier.'
He laughed and I laughed into my gag. I let him loose and basked in that warm
after sex feeling, while he undid my bindings. The rope went first. Then my
ankles were released from their cuffs and my legs were again allowed to lie on
the bed. My gag was removed next. As I worked my jaw, the restraints were
removed from my wrists. He did not remove the black satin mask.
