It was almost five o’clock, and you are exhausted. Your fingers move to your temple, easing away the day’s burden. Brandy rolled around in the pale glass; light catching the lozenge pattern at the base of the glass and shimmered the Northern lights. In the beige glow, you saw a reflection of yourself –prideful and lonely. Your lengthy and lucrative years have left you wanting for a certain degree of intimacy; in particular, for someone to quell your luster for BDSM. Above the visual and visceral pleasure of domination, you loved the power exchange – especially when it was presented to you in a manner as simultaneously elegant and erotic as a French maid outfit. It harkened back to tales of Victorian masters and mistresses, of affairs and seduction that have long since passed their expiry date but much more pressingly, it is a risqué means of telling someone that you owned them.
In fact, that analogy to Victorian aristocracy might not be too far from the truth. The nature of your work meant that you weren’t strapped for money, far from it in fact, for your job has awarded you with a healthy sum for your troubles - a sum that you have elected to spend nurturing your material wealth, evident from the opulence that surrounds you. This, however, has left you in problematic situation. You lacked the time to maintain it all, if the thin but very visible layer of dust setting across the variety of furniture in your possession wasn’t incriminating evidence of such apathy. And so, to end both of your issues, you were looking for a maid to ease some of your woes – preferably, one that was pleasing on the eyes as well.
A lengthy sigh escaped your parched lips, as your brief moment of respite was about to end. Sinking into your seat, you grasped your notebook and flipped the pages to see who will be your next interviewee -Amber; five o’clock was all you had written down. A clear melodious chime rang out, emanating from the grandfather clock positioned opposite of you in time with a series of raps on the door. Punctual.
You placed your drink on the table beside you before making your way to greet your guest.
As the door opened, the first thing you noticed was her beautiful pale face with her high cheek bones and the lightest touch of makeup. Her lips were thick and soft, parted slightly as she breathed in the dry air, her blazing crimson eyes darting back and forth dilated from the prospect and excited fear of her pursuit that day.
The dying light of the sun made her red hair glow, her fiery hair contrasting strongly with her pale body. She kept herself healthy; you would learn that she did track in high school and carried some of that with her into university life – looking the part and then some. You couldn’t help but notice her strong calves and even stronger thighs; her milk-coloured skin joining them all seamlessly as if she were carved from stone. Her upper body was perfect; her breasts, while nothing to boast about, were supple and firm. Her arms were delicate and, while not weak, were runners' arms–designed for balance, not for strength or force. All of this, topped with a thin white blouse with a school necktie and a pleated grey miniskirt gave her an air of innocence and candidness that only accentuated her youthful form.
“H-hi,” She spoke cheerfully, slightly out of breath – she must have run here to make the appointment. “I’m here for that ad you placed, about the maid service? Am I at the right place?”
You gave her a nod before welcoming her inside, exchanging pleasantries before you gave her a tour of the house. After instructing her on what her duties would be as a full-time maid over the summer and showing her where she would be staying, you two shared a drink. You learnt that she was a sophomore studying at the local prestigious university near you, what she studied mattered little to you; and that she was living alone in her dorm, for the most part, having traveled far away from home to come here.
“Oh, I almost forgot, do you see this room Amber?”
“Yes, sir.” She looked forward as you gestured to a towering beast of a door before her. Crafted in pine, the door had a bronze ornament that stood proudly as its centerpiece – an abstract weave that Amber eventually made out to be a lion. Its golden hinge, dusty and worn, glowed with proud age as she admired the technical intricacies in its ornate structure. Its door-knob hung loose, waiting eagerly to beckon her inside.
“I don’t want you going inside there,” you snapped her out of her daze “I keep things that are very, very personal to me in there; things that I don’t trust strangers touching; I’m sure you understand.”
She looked at you with deep pondering eyes before answering “Yes, sir.”
You gave her a frank nod before beckoning her to continue following you with your hand. “If you don’t mind me asking about something personal-“
“No, sir, I don’t mind.”
“Yes, well, red isn’t a natural eye colour; yet yours, my dear, shine brighter than any I’ve seen in a long time.”
“O-oh! I-um, thank you, sir,” Amber said, taken aback by your sudden compliment “They’re contacts. I’ve been wearing them for about a year or so, well, w-wanted to be noticed by others at my university.”
“Oh? And why is that Amber? You seem like someone who wouldn’t have issues with talking to people.”
“Not at all, sir, I don’t mind talking to people. I really enjoy talking to my friends and hanging out with them and it has never been a problem with talking to strangers! I-It’s just that, well, I was hoping to…” She gave an extended pause, unsure of whether or not to spill her thoughts to this man whom she had just met – her senses told her that he was trustworthy and that she had nothing to fear but somewhere in the recesses of her mind, something made her feel uneasy.
Her index finger began to twirl around in her locks, forming a spindle of auburn. “Um, I don-“
Before she could continue, she felt a hand – your hand – on her shoulders. She turned her gaze upward to meet yours. “If you’re not comfortable with talking about it, Amber, you don’t have to.”
She lingered in your stare for a while before nodding, a pregnant pause followed before you beckoned her to follow. You asked her why she took up the job offer, listening inquisitively.
Her voice had a warm melody to it; spoken in a timid yet inquisitive air. You couldn’t help but notice how her eyes dart around like a newborn child as you introduced her to the home she would be staying at for the next few weeks. She was charming, not something you were able to easily discern from talking to her, for her reserved nature meant that you often had to initiate the conversation; but when she did speak, there was this sudden burst of happiness that just sprang from her like opening up a present on Christmas morning. Ideas began to rumble and simmer in your mind, as they always had, on how you would go about manipulating this girl to your please your wanton desires. An insidious idea festered in your subconscious, all of it hidden behind your warm smile and gentle tone.
“When do I start?” She beamed after concluding her visit and you couldn’t help but give a genuine laugh at her energy.
“You said that your classes ended in a week, right? How about the Friday of that week, would that be good for you?” A nod and a smile. You shook her hands and watched her walk away from your home in the sparkling night’s ambiance.
The day came soon enough and the cute rapping on your door that you had heard a few weeks prior came again. You told her to settle down in her room and come see you once she was ready. You chuckled to yourself as the sound of her foot falls grew quieter. Your heart began to thump faster, a chilling thrill raced through you.
With a click of the door, Amber was alone in her room. She settled her suitcase on the padded floor before examining her home for the next few weeks. She had been given her a quaint room with all the utilities a girl like her would need and above it all, it had a sense of coziness that was often times a modicum where she came from. She turned to face her bed and this was when she noticed a small bundle of clothes that had been neatly folded and placed at the bed’s edge. Unravelling it, she found it to be a uniform -a maid's uniform with a note pinned to it: Please wear this around the house when working. Proper servants should have proper uniforms.
She didn’t know what to think about his particular word choice, servant; all at once it made her furious that he saw her as being below him but couldn’t deny that it seared her cheeks something fierce in its lewd implications. A rising desire to simply march out of the room and tell him that he was a creep crawled its way up her throat, yet, she couldn’t deny that a part of her didn’t mind it at all. On the contrary, a voice in her mind pleaded for her to put it on, to see what she would look like in the Victorian regalia – and so she did.
Soon enough, she had donned the lot: the dress - tighter than her natural frame - the apron, and a pair of sheer thigh high stockings with lace toppings and platform heels. Giving a twirl in the mirror, she noted how the black, lacy maid’s uniform with a white frilly apron wrapped around her hips looked stunning on her. A smile bared on her face; with duster in hand, she looked straight out of a fantasy world. She felt a world of responsibility and empowerment realized once she had fully donned the outfit and her eyes twinkled at the weeks ahead.
Yet, the more that she gazed at her reflection, the more her confidence and pride evaporated from her expression. The image before her was one she had not seen often. How many times had she dressed so deliberately provocative? Twice? Practically never before in her life had she so openly explored her more lascivious side – she was a young woman, after all. She felt incredibly embarrassed. The top halves of both nipples were visible through the bra's lace front, and the light shimmered decadently against her thighs. You look like a slut, she thought.
Under the uniform, she could see her black laced bra which contained her supple breast. The tight skimpy maid’s uniform was meant to be a dress but her height meant that the bottom of it barely covered her ass; a fact that was abundantly clear to Amber - her face was soon matching her hair in colour.
“You’re just mistaking the man,” She spoke to herself, as if trying to convince herself of the contrary to the mountain of evidence before her “He’s a very nice man. Why would such a sophisticated man deliberately make me wear a skirt that’s this short? Surely there must have been a mistake…He was nice enough to get me a fitting-uniform after all.” The more and more she rationalized to herself, the less frustrated she became, turning her feelings inward.
With a huff, Amber steeled her nerves. “Amber, he is a cultured man that has treated you very well, stop being a prude and let him see a little bit more than what you are comfortable with.” And when that resolve began to waver, she feel back to a small mantra that Amber repeated over and over to herself.
You need the money. You need the money.
Timid, like a soon-to-be reprimanded child, Amber made her way to greet with her boss. Her unsure steps echoing in the hallways like drums.
When you finally set your eyes upon her form, you couldn’t help but smile at the result of your scheme. She was adorably self-conscious, hanging her head in a vain attempt to hide the shameful blush that you knew was there. You had picked apart this girl on the first day that you interviewed her and your plan to twist her into an object for your ownership was in motion.
“Good, you look presentable. Prepare my dinner and that will be all for the night.” You said curtly, doing your best to hide the giddy smile boiling deep below.
You had done a fine job instructing her on her first day and she was a fast learner, meaning that Amber had little needs for your guidance in where things were in the house nor how to prepare your cuisine. With a nod, she moved towards the kitchen to get the cutlery and plates she needed; placing them on a silver tray, she carried them into the dining room. Setting the table out for your meal and making sure everything is clean and the cutlery is polished before going back to the kitchen to prepare the meal itself.
With a wave of your hand, you dismissed her. She bowed before continuing with her duties.
You ate alone, comforted by the knowledge that you had picked the right girl for your needs. You knew in your guts, even before she had even spoken a single word, that she was perfect. A perfect play thing for your little game.
In the following days, she would carry out the rest of her duties: dusting and cleaning the mansion, managing laundry, and in general, maintaining your well-being. She was always very pleasant and would talk about her studies at the university. You learned that she wanted to travel the world and explore its riches. However, all you could ever think about was how she would be of so much more of use under your control. You must admit, it was not her intellect that you were interested in - since she was a young girl, she was very naive of the world and as most young people are.
It all became rather routine. Every morning, her breasts rose and fell in the hushed silence as she slowly and carefully got dressed. She would slide the black stockings up over her feet, calves, knees and finally her thighs; clipping them to the suspender belt before slipping her feet into her 4 inch black high heel shoes. Moving over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room she would then slip the chosen outfit on over her breasts and down over her slim body, tugging it down as far as it would go in a vain attempt to magically make it longer. Zipping it up and sliding her hands over it to make sure it’s perfect.
She found herself becoming more and more comfortable with the sexually charged nature of her outfit, or moreover, the skimpiness became something that she found exciting. She spent more and more time thinking about how she could seduce her class mates with her looks. And if you were to take a peak within her private chambers nowadays, it wouldn’t be out of her character to find herself standing in front of the full length mirror you had provided her, scrutinizing her body – still, she would always find herself oddly ashamed of her actions afterwards, chastising herself for such lewd thoughts.
Each day, she would pass by that towering door and her mind ate away at itself wondering what exactly was inside of it. And when she didn’t think of that, her thought moved to the mental image of herself.
She blushed again, thinking about how her uniform put her on display. All of her lingerie was black lace with white satin trim, so even while getting changed every day, she looked like a maid. She found herself more often than not bending at the waist to pick up objects from the floor, letting the cool air expose her perfect ass.
Otherwise, Amber resigned herself at times to simply exploring the mansion, wandering in and out of its dozen rooms, plucking books from bookshelves and examining their titles, bouncing around with curiosity and barely-contained boredom. But the pay is good and the work is easy, she reminded herself, trying hard to normalize the butterflies in her stomach that came whenever she saw images of herself in the multitude of mirrors and reflective surfaces in the house.
Her mind had become fixated on these objects over the days, more so how she could steal them. It had started about a week ago, Amber was running her feather duster across her your desk when she came upon a diamond ring. She picked it up and stared at it. It was as if she held a star in the night sky, like fireworks it sparkled and shone and sang, all the while, reflecting her sanguine hair in its joy. Her heart quickened. He paid her reasonably well, but the ring caught her eye, she could never afford something like this, not even on her salary. She watched it for a while longer, as if time had ceased to pass. Eventually, she had to concede, putting it down and continuing her work.
That small temptation of greed nestled in Amber’s mind, corrupting her day after day as she looked in awe at the riches that surrounded her.
It was after this point that she had begun to notice changes in your lifestyle. Before dismissing her after presenting you with your meal for the night, you had told her that you would be spending more time in the house; something about needing to work on your papers in peace, she recalled. She would find that you had been leaving more and more articles strewn across the floors of the mansion, from loose papers to even pieces of your clothing. Sometimes when she bent down to pick these loose articles, she would hear the deep clicks of your shoes against the floor behind her and her hands would zip back to hold the her skirt down – a vain attempt to remaining modest. This would happen frequently enough that she had begun to suspect foul play but infrequently enough that the lingering doubt that it was all some kind of sick string of chance could never be denied.
Amber felt oddly helpless, unsure of what she could do to stop these embarrassing moments from reoccurring.
One day, she couldn’t resist the temptation any longer and simply snapped. She needed some control of her life again. It was the same ring that she had seen so many days prior. She had found it again while dusting the study room. It was hard to explain what overcame her, a sudden desire for empowerment perhaps, or maybe it was just kleptomania; but the crime was committed. She had snatched it, held it firm in her hands like a mother cradling her child, so tight that it began to sear. It was the unobtainable, obtained. Amber’s eyes darted back and forth, seeing if he had spotted her deed, even though she knew that he was out of the house. She hurriedly tucked it in the only place her mind rationalized wouldn’t be searched for if she was accused –her bra – and tried to continue on with her duties.
Entering your living room, Amber found you, deeply content with a thick book in your hands. Your eyes peaked over the crest of the volume, a wry arc forming with your eyebrows as you began to play out your game. She could feel your eyes follow her as she moved through the room, becoming acutely aware of the sudden heat that seemed to have overtaken the room. She was facing you as she leaned over to reach for the pillow on the other side of the sofa you were sitting on, a stray curl framed her face. You could see down the ruffle on the front of her dress and was treated to a taste of her cleavage, pushed up by a lacy black bra. He’s ogling me, she thought to herself.
The length of her little dress was mid-thigh, and you watched intently as she leaned over to dust a table. Her dress lifted up in the back revealing black thigh high stockings and her creamy thighs above the lacy trim. She leaned over further to dust the shelf underneath the table, and you couldn’t help but smirk as today she was wearing her black velvet panties. And with them, you caught a glimpse of the most beautiful round ass that you had ever seen - perfectly shaped, soft enough to slap and squeeze, and hard enough to grab roughly.
She couldn’t stand it. The same indignation that she had felt on the first day of the job rose through her throat and threatened to escape but she kept her lips sealed and, once she had cleaned everything that she knew was out of your sightline, made for the exit.
“Oh, Amber,” You called out, stopping her a few steps away from the doorway “You missed the fireplace, I’ll be seeing guests soon and I need this room to be spotless.”
She stopped for a moment. The fireplace was directly in front of you, there was no way she would be able to bend down to clean the mantle without being forced to endure the same ogling that she felt while cleaning the table.
A momentary pause, every fiber of her body screamed at her better judgment; a gagged fury was all she could maintain before bowing her head in shame and murmuring “…Yes, Sir.”
The devil would be envious of your grin right now.
She walked over to the fireplace, deciding to do her best to ignore you and started to dust the mantle. Amber worked in silence, becoming acutely aware once more that your eyes were following the movement of her ass. After the fireplace she moved on to the bookshelf next to it and started at the top shelf, wiping dust from it and working down. By now, Amber could definitely feel herself hot under his watch. She couldn’t take any more of this abuse. I’m not some sex object for this man to use for his sick fucking pleasure!
Her fist clenched around the feather duster. Her eyes wet with enraged tears. She whipped around to face you, a mess of conflicting emotions. “I won’t stand you taking advantage of me like this! I’m not a sex object, do you hear me? I won’t stand for you ogling me like-like I’m some kind of…god damn slut!”
You placed your book down on the desk, hands waving away her accusation. “Amber, what are you talking abou-“
“You know exactly what I’m talking about! T-the way you’ve been staring at me-the clothes-the, the-everything you’ve been doing lately is just sick!”
“Amber, please, I’ve done nothing of ill intent to you. You are tired, I’ll cut down on your hours if this is too much to ask of you. Now please, go to your room and calm yourself. I need my peace to study. We can discuss this later.”
“Y-you…” She gritted her teeth. You were treating her as if she was a child. She stormed off, leaving you some time to bask in how perfect your little game went.
Amber’s footfall sounded through the mansion like a racing heart. Sick pervert! Her fists clenched around the feather-duster, wrinkling her gloved hands into sand dunes. A palpable sense of vulnerability clouded. The once warm corridors that she had strolled through many times before now seemed to stretch into a cold infinity. For the first time since she stepped foot into your home, Amber was alone.
“I’m not-not some kind of s-servant!” Her eyes wetted. Collapsing against the wall, she cradled her head between her palms. “I’m not a tool for his pleasure,” Her voice was weak, but began to find volume and ferocity “I’m not a slut… I’m not a slut… I’m not a slut!”
In her moment of passion, Amber wanted only control – control of her life, control over her body, control…
And it was at that moment that she saw it – the chamber door that was forbidden to her.
Amber eyed it tantalizing the prospect, a stream of light seeped like a knife through the thin slit that was casted from the ajar door. It almost looked like an oasis in the desolate corridor, a place that she felt drawn to. You had told her on the very first day that she was forbidden from entering that very room, but, who the hell were you to dictate what she could and couldn’t do?
Her body moved before her mind had decided, albeit with trebling uncertainty. She found her palm gripping the handle, shaking as if she was standing in the middle of a frozen waste.
She cringed when the door groaned as she pulled it open. Even though she knew you were out of earshot to hear it, it was as if your presence still governed her every action; it was as if you were standing behind her right now. Amber knew she needed this more than anything – freedom from your dominion.
The room was medium sized with a small window overlooking the outside world. It was fancy, yet still had that sense of intimate comfortability often loss in excessive elegance. Spread throughout the room were well-made wooden furnishings - a big four poster bed with black wooden frame, a small washstand near the window, a small tea table, and two chairs were laid out tidily. It was much like the rest of the mansion, but felt like it was dripping with raw aristocracy in Amber’s eyes.
“Why would he want to keep me out of here?”
Her feet clicked against the wooden floor as she gingerly explored the room. It was when her eyes met with the seemingly endless luxury that she found her answer. Amber’s eyes dazzled as she ran her fingers across your opulence – watches, jewels, rings. Never before had she seen something like this before in her young life. The ring that she had stolen from you was a hollow prize compared to the sea of treasure before her. Every gem glimmered with stories of triumph, the leather-bound watches bared scars of experience, the rings showed promised futures of more.
“Oh my goodn-Mpph!”
Without any warning, a hand closed over her mouth from behind, pulling her backwards with a forceful grip. “Mmmmph!”
“Face the wall; hands above your head.” You hiss. Your tone of voice stunned her, her face paled like a petite deer in the spotlight.
Not giving her the time to willingly comply, you seized one of her wrist in your vice-like grip and pulled her against your mighty body. Forcing her deeper into the room, kicking the door close behind you, you pushed her against the wall, placing both of her hands over her head in one of yours and covered her mouth with the other. She was yours. That look in her eyes, of pure pleading, of fright, like a lost puppy, told you as much.
She had the most stunning visage I had ever set eyes upon. Her skin was smooth and flawless like a young child's, and the slight point of her chin and the curve of her lips was beauty incarnate. The rest of her body was no exception. Her perky breasts were round and firm, easily supporting their own weight in her reclined position. She had small areolas and each nipple stood out proudly in the center. The outline of her belly stood out slightly, adding shape to her already curvaceous figure. You ran your hand from the crook of her neck down to the insides of her soft legs and over her tight, pert bottom. You squeezed her cheeks in your hands, eliciting a weak gasp from your maid.
You reached underneath to feel her delicate sex still covered by the material of her sexy panties. “Hmm, what do we have here?”
She was visibly scared now, struggling against your hold of her, like a frightened mouse trying to scurry its way out of a trap.
Cupping your hand around her breast, you began to explore at your discretion – sending an electric surge racing through her body. All of the heat seemed to have been robbed from her, your touch was like the searing touch of Hell. Her nipples poked through her bra making it easier for you to pinch them. Every time you played with them, it caused her to breathe in deeply and let out a few more suppressed whines.
You fingered the ring that was now pressed against the fabric of her dress, easing it upwards and outwards until it crested. Amber
“I-I’ll scream! So stop touching me!” She gave a renewed effort at struggling against your iron grip.
“Go ahead Amber, scream your heart out,” You whisper into her ear, taking a little nibble out of the lower lobe, before sucking it into your mouth and flicking your tongue quickly over it. “I’m sure you’d love to explain this to your family? Your dean? The police?” You reached into her bra and seized the ring you knew she hid there, fingering its outline through the satin material.
“I-I…” Her words died in her throat as you pulled the ring from within its confines and let it drop to the floor with an audible clink as it collided with the wood flooring.
Unbeknownst to her, you were acutely aware of her acts of thievery. You had deliberately placed that ring there for her to see; you had garnered a good enough sense of her character to bet that she would do as you had predicted. She was a mouse caught in a trap and you were the cat.
“You can scream for help all you want Amber, let them come,” You gripped her jaw and forced her to look at one of your bookshelves. A deep red light stared back at her like an eagle. Cameras! H-how did I not notice them! Her mind reeled from the revelation. Like a hulking beast, you lifted her off of her feet and hauled her deeper into the confines of the room, “What do you think holds more credibility? A sexual harassment accusation from a lying thief? Or the words of a respected gentleman with video evidence of your crime?”
You were selling her a lie. That camera was the only one that you had in your home –but she didn’t know that. The look on her face told you that much.
Using one of your knees, you prodded her legs apart and forced yourself between them; inadvertently rolling up her skirt – which you swiftly tucked into her waist belt, allowing you to admire her from panties down to her ankles and off her gorgeous garter belt and nylons. You leaned in once more “So my little maid, tell me, where did you keep the rest of my jewelry?”
“Jewl-wait, what?”
She squealed softly as your hand roamed over her comfortable heart shaped ass, lightly swatting it as you waited.
“I, I confess, I stole your ring. I’m so sorry! I’m sorry! Please! I never stole anything else from!”
“Lies.” You murmured as you withdrew your hand delivered a fearsome open palmed slap as Amber started to speak.
“Aah! Please, sir, I-I’m so so sorry! I don’t know what you’re talking about! I’ve only stolen a ring! I’m so sorry, please just let me go; I won’t tell anyone anything! I’ll leave! No one has to know about any of this!” She pleaded with you like a cornered animal.
You ignored her words. Thick, strong arms shot out and wrapped around her body; lifting her, struggling and kicking off of the floor.
You brought your prey, draped over your shoulder, towards your closet. Behind the curtains of your fine clothes is a series of mirrors, stretching from the top of the walk-in wardrobe all the way down to your mahogany flooring, which you deftly slide open – much to Amber’s chagrin, which she vocalized in a series of squeals, only to be silenced by your palm meeting her ass-cheeks.
Inside, Amber took a moment to examine her surroundings. The window had been removed, so once he had shut and locked the door behind them, it felt like a prison cell. On one wall was a rack, from which hung a range of whips, floggers and canes, while on another a set of manacles had been fitted. A table to one side was scattered with gags, handcuffs, ropes and other bondage equipment. In a corner stood a large steel cage box. Amber realized that the room had been converted into some kind of sex dungeon, and she was now locked inside, at the mercy of her captor.
The horror of the room only became truly evident to her once she recognized features of her room through a full-body mirror that spanned from floor to ceiling opposite of her – those were her bags, her make-up kit, and her school books! H-he has been watching me this whole time! All of those moments of privacy that she thought she had with herself when her fingers would trace her sex, moments of private intimacy that she dared only to keep to herself – he had seen it all. The true horror of what this man was dawned on her.
“No, no, no, please! Please, I beg of you, I-I’m sorry, sir! Please!” Before she could utter another word, your right hand locked over her face. The masculine palm gripped tight over her lips, thumb over the bridge of her nose. Your fingers were like long claws that tickled her left ear lobe.
“Amber, be quiet.” You commanded. She obeyed, only letting feeble shaking moans escape between your palmed grips. You pulled an object out of your pocket and dangled it before Amber’s eyes.
It looked like a standard red ball from the outside but on the inside was a fat rubber dildo which filled her mouth and made her choke and splutter. You strapped it in nice and tight, so that her tongue was pressed down on the bottom of her mouth and she could feel the tip of it almost touching her epiglottis. For her legs, you strapped leather cuffs around her ankles and just above her knees.
For her body and arms, you unzipped straps that were attached to the X-beam; the Velcro tore open, each with loud crackling like a series of fireworks. You sealed them around her body, above and below her breasts, pinning her against the beam. Then, you wrenched her hands through a third strap and worked it up around her wrists. You pulled all the straps as tight as she could possibly get them, until you could see her breathing being restricted and her struggles die down. A band of cloth brushed across her vision before being pulled taught, robbing her of her sight – an act that made her squeal in fright. Your fingers reached for her now exposed and shaved pussy. Amber’s head went back and she let out an animalistic moan as she felt him part her lips and touch her swollen clitoris.
You took a step back to examine your captive. She was absolutely delicious –you with pure terror, red strands falling across her features. Stepping forward, you grabbed the bodice of her dress and reached around to unzip the dress part of the way. In one quick motion, you pulled the bodice down over her breasts, exposing them to your view for the first time. They were all he imagined them to be and you took a moment to touch and caress them, making sure to play with the perky nipples, causing Amber to moan uncontrollably through the gag. From there, you finished unzipping the dress and pulled it down, letting it drop to Amber’s ankles, cutting it away where necessary.
Amber tried to say "Please, sir," but her speech was inhibited by the gag. She wriggled her arms and tried to push the gag out but neither budged. Nor could she see anything. Her struggles were interrupted as you grabbed her elbows and cinching them tight together with a second piece of silk rope. She now stood there with her wrists and elbows bound next to each other, gagged and blindfolded. She was completely helpless.
She winced as you ran your hands over her. Her feet shifted nervously as his palms grazed across her breasts through the thin material of her dress. Your fingers played across her belly. She felt her cheeks blushing slightly as your hands seemed to linger on her hips before moving down across the soft satin of her skirt. She gasped as your right hand slipped up under the hem to search the bare flesh of her inner thighs. She was grateful when you finally removed your hand, and pressed her lips together as you ran your palms down her legs. The caress of your hands to the bare skin of her legs infuriated her, for she was powerless to stop your ministration.
The thick rubber ball in her mouth was maddening, in some ways even more so than the restraints that imprisoned her wrists and ankles. Unable to close her mouth, her jaw stretched uncomfortably wide, she could feel drool already threatening to slip beyond the ball and past her lips. As she struggled to come to terms with this unwelcome intruder in her mouth, she could feel her captor’s eyes return repeatedly to her body whenever he took a brief respite from procuring further toys to torment her. The hungry look in your eyes and the way that your gaze continued to drink in the sight of her legs, her cuffed ankles, and her bound slender waist and breasts told her that, regardless of what he might say, punishing her was only part of his motivation. She was sickened by the way your eyes lingered on her, wishing that the ground beneath her would open up and swallow her whole to rescue her from your lusty gaze.
“I’m very disappointed in you Amber, I trusted you with all of my assets– with my life – and this is how you repay my kindness? As a thief?” You went over to the rack and selected a straight bamboo cane, which you flexed menacingly as you walked back to Amber, whose eyes were now wide with fear. You tapped her with the stick on her breasts alternately, gradually increasing the power of the blows until she was squirming in front of you and her face was screwed up in pain, muffled squeals all that could escape the gag. You stopped and walked around her, relishing in her whines before repeating the treatment on her tender flower until, once again, her discomfort was clear. You stopped again before the beating became too severe; then you walked to her side, and started on the front of her thighs, just below her crotch. Although the pain of the blows was not that great, Amber’s face was a picture of anguish and dread at what was to come. And she was right to be afraid – with no warning, you swiped the cane at high speed and landed a blow across her nipple that had Amber screaming with all her might into the gag and squeezing tears down her cheeks. You watched as the red stripe where the cane had struck her became an angry welt. It was quickly following by another, and another. Amber was crying freely now, twisting in her bondage, even though she knew there was no escape. She was panting for breath through her nose as she tried to cope with the pain all over her body, wondering where the next blow would land. It was across her thighs, this time catching her on her shaved mound and eliciting an even more desperate scream. A second and third stroke in the same place had her losing all self-control as tears and mucus ran down her face. You moved the target for her beating to her breasts, the strikes were so violent and so accurate at zeroing in on her nipples that it seemed almost as bad as it had been across her pussy. Her torture seemed to go on forever, switching without warning between her stomach, breasts and thighs until she felt like she was losing her mind.
At last it did stop and Amber hung limply from the belts holding her up. Wearily she raised her head and saw her body in the mirror, crisscrossed by searing red stripes and covered by a sheen of sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead. You lavished the brutal honesty of it all. There was something about baring the best and worst of human nature, of not needing to hold back with someone that excites you. You loved seeing a person’s real emotions.
You took advantage of her numbness and reached for the hem of her panties, easily ripping them off of her. She barely seemed to register, only flinching at the sound of the elastic snapping for it sounded, to her, like another strike.
Your hands groped her, slipping a strong and long middle finger down between her labia, resting a calloused palm on her flower and rubbing her clit with a thumb, then the tip of that middle finger probing at the very bottom of her cunt until it was pressing the inside of her vagina wall.
Amber jumped at the feeling of your finger entering her but the leash pulled tight and held her in place as you slowly felt the inner side of her sex. Slowly you worked your finger around, in and out and then added a seconded finger to join the first. The adolescent ex-maid clamped down trying to expel the invaders but to no avail. She was quickly creaming up. You stopped and pulled both fingers out moving them to her small rosebud. Amber could feel the first finger pushing past her clenched ass bud and into her. At no time had she ever had anything enter into her bottom until now. Her mind was tossed between the pleasuring feel of the finger and the disgust of the thought of being pleasured that way. Soon your second finger entered her passage. Before long her thumb of her other hand pushed into her sex. It wasn't long before the young girl was moaning in pleasure.
Her body tensed. The pleasure she was feeling felt so raw, so good. Every fiber in her body was heightened because of the beating and she wracked her body against your fingers, rubbing herself against the stimulation that you were giving her. She was so close now. It was like a maddening tightness in her heart, a need to simply explode all of her emotions and feelings into the world.
You never gave her that release. Your finger slipped out of her, just before her climax, thick with her essence.
You had to give her a momentary reprieve, letting her catch her shaky breath. The anger of a bull mixed with the desperation for release of a mare in heat stared back at you when she regained her composure.
“I can be a very benevolent Master, my pet; but only to servants that earn my altruism.” You spoke.
She watched as you walked back to the rack and return the cane, which caused a flood of relief to wash over her, but then her eyes widened in disbelief as you took down a phallic-shaped object and walked back towards her. Amber desperately shook her head and whined into the gag, trying to make him understand what she was going through. But you were under no illusions – you were testing her limits, and you intended to push her to the very edge, if not beyond.
And then....nothing.
Suddenly, Amber felt something press up against her rosebud once more, but it wasn't your finger this time. The object felt cold and rubbery as the tip pushed into her and past her spinster. The further it went in the wider it forced her painfully open. Inch by inch, you pushed the lubricated butt plug into her. Amber screamed cried through the ball-gag as the fourth and widest inch of the plug pushed through allowing her spinster to close around the base and wrap around the smaller flexible cap of the butt plug – an enormous feeling of being full polluted her nascent mind and she felt wronged yet so very aroused.
You then took a large thick dildo and pushed it into the opening of her sex. The dildo was large and thick. It spread Amber’s sex wide as her walls wrapped around the circumference of the object as it too was pushed deep into her. Amber moaned and drooled. The dildo came to rest painfully pressed up against her cervix. Tears filled Amber’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks to mix with the drool spilling from her mouth.
You attached a strap to the bottom portion of the x-frame and pulled it down and upwards between Amber’s legs between her sex and ass holding the dildo and plug in place before reattaching to the belt strap holding her against the frame. The strap floated through a ring at the bottom of the back of frame and another one at the top; then through a ring at the back of Amber’s collar. "Our session is over for tonight, Amber; I expect much more out of you tomorrow." You said as you pulled the strap through the link in her collar and pulled. You buckled off the strap to itself. If Amber tried to move her head, the strap pulled upwards on the dildos in her sex and ass causing the invaders to nestle deeper inside of her. Her head was now taught, looking straight ahead – dropping a few times only to zip back to its original posture once the toys you set inside of her began to stir. Your thumb turned the dials controlling the vibration on both of the toys until Amber writhed and moaned like a dog – the instrument of her own further torment as the toys were moved deeper into her every time she neared the peak.
Without another word, you turned off the lights and left the room, leaving her to cry softly in the darkness. Only a tiny red light remained above her as the cot creaked beneath her chained body. Her mind reeled with the reality of her situation, and her heart was filled with dread. Her body trembled with exhaustion from the torments you had inflicted on her, but she couldn’t imagine falling asleep. How could this be happening to her? She sobbed as she tried not to think about what your words about what the next few days would entail. She told herself that there had to be a way to escape but the ease with which you had controlled her and bound her so far seemed to say otherwise.
[Amber being left alone, barely able to sleep. She wonders about what’s in store for her and begins to convince herself that she did steal those diamonds that you told her about. Tommorow comes]
The second you walked away, Amber was left alone to struggle against her bonds. She squirmed and thrashed and pulled at the straps. But all of it was futile. Her mouth grew parched from her relentless screaming and she could do nothing but suckle her shaft held in her gullet as if it was a nipple. In her struggles against her bindings, she found that pulling upon her wrists helped tighten the strap between her legs and thus give her more pleasure. She bucked her hips and she could her herself moan a bit through the gag.
Her ministration of herself continued for a while. Amber unabashedly relished in the contact the two intruders had against her inner sex, the anal butt plug a novel – but not unwelcomed – stimulating force. She only realized what she was doing to herself when she neared her peak and immediately felt disgusted at her own actions.
A long period of silence ensued.
She let herself hang against the straps, letting them take her weights. Her legs tired from what must have been hours simply standing there.
A long period of silence ensued.
"Nnnnngh, mmmmgh, ugh...MMMPH!"
The vibrators came alive inside of her and suddenly the presence of the butt plug became significant, as the two intruders seemed to meet inside her and multiply the vibrations' effects like a chemical concoction. It was as if thunder and lightning was streaking from her loins up and down her spine. Amber was crying out as she was forced to a climax before she was even prepared for it, great waves of shudders ripping through her body so violently that she lost my balance, falling against the x-beam.
Amber was writhing as if she was being electrocuted, the huge cock tormenting her as she continued to feel this never-ending orgasm coursing through her. She pressed against the ground and pushed herself against the beam behind her, arching herself to try and dislodge the strap, but it was no use. Having finally come down off that incredible high and feeling a huge wave of fatigue follow it, my arousal began to build again.
“MmmmpH! Plmmph! Stphh!” She hollered like a mad dog to what she could only hope was her captor, waiting just outside of the room.
The night continued like that, the dildo and butt plug stimulating her until she neared her peak or crossed it before settling down to a quiet hum before repeating the cycle.
Out of sheer exhaustion, Amber was finally gifted with sleep.
Amber blinked, awaking from a deep sleep. The sleep had snippets of memory, of discomfort and sexual bliss, of fright and delight. It made no sense.
The air was hot and the air hung heavy with dampness. Amber could feel the sweat beads slowly rolling down from beneath the ropes that were taught against her slender frame, binding her to the X-frame behind her. The straps holding her hands upward were just tight enough to let her heels barely rest on the ground. The blindfold pulled a little at her long auburn hair. She knew you were still in the room, sitting silently. The silence seemed to grow thick like a miasma.
Oh, God…
You began removed the straps binding her tender flesh, then releasing the straps that held the dildo and butt plug that had been humming away in her through the night. They slide out of Amber with a satisfying pop, their bodice coated with evidence of sin. Amber’s breathing was hoarse, erratic as were her thoughts. When you finally unlocked the straps on her wrists, Amber immediately went to remove the gag so that she could plead with you for her release –having some success in popping the gag out of her mouth - but you soon pulled her arms down and strapped leather cuffs around her wrists.
"Please, Sir...let me go. You can't keep me here."
Your smile was like a dark promise. You leaned over, flicking your tongue across her other nipple. Meanwhile your hand skimmed down her flat belly to the apex of her thighs. You began gently stroking her sex as you suckled on her nipple. She bit her lip, stifling the moan that wanted to come out.
"Please...stop..." she said with a quavering voice. You slowly drew your mouth off of her breast and fisted one hand in her messy, gleaming mass of hair as you forced her head up and brought your face inches from hers.
"Then tell me, my dear Amber. Where did you hide my diamonds?"
There was an extended pause as Amber racked her mind, searching vainly for the diamonds that she had never seen in her life; Amber whimpered. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me," you snarled. Your palm slapped her across the face - not hard, just firmly enough to startle her. Amber winced, doing her best to act stronger than how she truly felt, her tender lips twitching between stoicism and pain. Your eyes softened, knowing that you had accomplished in convincing her of your lie, and you kneeled down to meet her flower.
You leaned between her legs. Your teeth gently caught her clit and sucked on it hard. She shivered until you let up for a moment.
Amber squirmed in her bonds as your tongue made lazy circles around her labia before darting into her tight, warm slit. You licked her soft folds, slowly at first, almost tracing her sex with your tongue, before gradually picking up the pace. Your tongue sent little jolts through her joy nub as you slowly intensified your attentions. Your hands stroked her hips, her thighs, the smooth skin of her belly - and all the while your tenderly laved her young pussy, giving it the care and attention of a lover rather than a brutal captor.
Amber began to breathe faster than she wanted to. She began to feel things...not entirely against her will. Her chest heaved as her fluids trickled out onto her captor's tongue—into her captor's mouth.
"Please...don't..." she sighed. It was a sigh filled with the anguish of uncertainty as well as an undertone of reluctant pleasure.
You paused your action, satisfied with the sampling of her honey. You left her alone to her thoughts for a while, basking in the melody of her helplessness. You returned with a bottle of water and a gag.
“Drink, pet.”
You brought the lips of the bottle to her quivering lips and waited until her shaking lips calmed themselves enough for her to take a sip. You tilt the bottle enough so that water would naturally drip down her gullet, adjusting every few gulps to make sure Amber was as comfortable as possible.
“There, how do you feel? Better?”
Amber dared not answer, only giving a curt nod at your odd kindness.
“I take good care of my things.” You said, putting away the water bottle once she had drank it all.
You brought the gag before her and move to rob her of her freedom. Amber shook her head violently, trying to create as much distance between her and the toy as possible but soon enough, you seized her feeble struggles and began to push the gag between her lips.
"Please, you can't – mmmmph!" Amber’s protests were finally cut off as you pushed the rubber phallus on the inside of the gag between her lips and buckled the three straps behind her head. The black leather covered the lower half of her face, flaring up on either side of her nose, as well as strapping under her chin. A tube with a bulb on the end hung down from the front of the panel, and as you pumped it, the rubber inside her mouth expanded until it completely filled her, squashing her tongue down and cutting off virtually all sound.
You started by wrapping rope around her body three times above and below her breasts, before attaching her arms just above the elbow, which also joined the two sets of rope together, squeezing her breasts in a vice-like grip, which was intensified when you tied the ropes together between her breasts as well. Amber let out a gasp of discomfort as you twisted her left arm up behind her back and tied rope around her wrist, before taking it over her right shoulder and tying it to the rope above her breast, holding her left arm twisted up behind her back. You repeated the exercise on her right arm, so that her arms were crossed behind her back, then lashed her arms together where they crossed, looping the rope under the others across her back so that her arms were pinned in place.
You wrapped rope around the base of each of her breasts, once more keying the new bondage into the existing, until her breasts stood presenting. You picked out a pair of silver clamps joined by a chain, and applied them to her nipples, made hyper-sensitive by the breast bondage, making her whimper quietly as they squeezed tight on the already punished flesh.
Now you helped her to lie down on her stomach – her resistance forfeited by now. First, you started at her hips, looping strands around her supple pelvis. You proceeded up her body, tying on to the ropes between her shoulder blades, on her upper arms, on her wrists and over her shoulders, making the ropes progressively shorter, so that her body was arched up off the floor.
When all the knots were cinched tight, Amber’s form looked angelic – her curves, her features, her faults, all manipulated and framed by rope in a spider’s weave. You couldn’t help but bask in the searing stare Amber was giving you – weaker than that of yesterday’s but it still burned in a campfire ablaze – all the more satisfying for you, knowing that what you were going to do next would fully break her.
“My pet, do you want to go home?”
A moment of stunned complexion betrayed Amber. Her head frantically nodding, her spit pooling on the carpeted floor.
“I want you to consider your choice very carefully, Amber.”
Her desperation didn’t waver. She screamed around her gag her affirmation until her voice was coarse.
You pulled a series of letters from the breast pocket of your jacket out and presented them to Amber. Her look of puzzlement began to warp into disbelief. Letters addressed to the police, addressed to her dean, addressed to her family. Oh God…
“You’re a smart girl, Amber, I’m sure you understand the implication of these letters. You’re a thief in the eyes of the world, a thief who stole more than she could ever pay back: the diamond, my jewelry, my watc-“
“Mmh! Dnng! Stff! Mmnyph!”
Your palm made contact with her cheeks, reddening it with your mark.
“I’m talking. It doesn’t matter what you’d say to the police officers, Amber. Whose word are they going to believe? Yours? A proven thief? Or me?” You gripped her face to make sure she understood the weight of the next few words “I’ve made copies of my security camera footage and I’ve made sure it’s been seen by all of the most important allies you may think you have. You are no one anymore in the world. You are as good as dead, my dear. There’s nothing more to fight for.”
Teardrops streaked down the contours of her face, shaking loose every time she took gasps for air around the gag.
“So, tell me Amber, are you going to cooperate with me? Will you tell me where you’re keeping what you stole from me?”
Futilely, Amber shook her head in response to his question as he knelt down beside her. With a hand between her breasts, you pushed her backwards, forcing her to lie down on the hard ground with the cuffs trapped beneath her. She was grateful when you turned her over to lie on her stomach, her breasts and left cheek pressed to the bedding. Her whole body shivering, a little from the chill that seemed to have washed over her body from the icy terror that gripped her; she then felt you straddling her, your knees on either side of her legs. She choked in revulsion behind the gag as she felt what could only be you hard cock against the back the peaks and trough of her ass.
“Then so be it.”
She felt a strong masculine body press up against her own nudity, an obvious bulge evident in the groin area, as those hands kneaded her ass cheeks. She felt iron hard muscles in your forearms, and solid biceps, as the arms encircled her waist and pulled her body into an embrace. She felt her breasts crushed into a broad, strong, and slightly hairy chest, and felt lips caress her nipples and her collar bone in a devilish manner as your attentions traveled over the length of her body.
She felt the tip of the penis placed at her dripping cunt, then felt you thrust, your rough body raking upwards along her naked body as you penetrated. Amber was so wet, that in spite of clenching involuntarily in resistance, your penis easily slipped into her.
You gripped her bent knees with your hands and with a long slow push, buried your cock inside her. She jerked against her bindings, trying to sit up and move away from your painful intrusion but you held her firmly and kept entering. Her pussy walls screamed in agony as you re-entered, forcing her open again, stretching her, filling her. Just when she thought that you must be all the way in, another inch enters her. When she felt your hips against her plump ass, Amber let out a cry of pain, and relief.
Amber continued to clench her vaginal muscles vainly, then realized she was only accomplishing further arousal for her captor. Once she had fully enveloped your length, you gave a long satisfied groan, relishing in the warmth wrapping and pulsing around your shaft. Amber was as full as she had ever felt before in her life, with a very large penis threatening to bump against her cervix.
You groaned "So tight…"
Amber began to squirm and moan, he's too deep, too big.
You kept her knees pinned to your chest and keeping your hips against her "Shhhhh…" you whispered, you released one knee and began to rub your rough palm over her clit, making Amber pant and squirm. You waited until she was silent, until she had gotten used to the weight of your girth inside of her. Your palm grinded against her clit and the moment her hips rose to meet your palm, you began to thrust. Slowly, but deeply. “MMmmph!” She cried out into the gag as you continued your slow thrusts, halfway out then all the way in. She grunted as her pussy stretches to accommodate your rhythm. You took her bent knee and places it over his shoulder, leaving her other leg free. She whimpers into the gag as he enters her fully again in this new position. Too deep. Too big. Her eyes bulge and she pants into the gag. He closes his eyes and pushes into her again. She shakes her head back and forth as he pushes in a third time.
"Take it…" You let out a low, animalistic growl and rubbed her clit more fervently. She closed her eyes and groans into the gag as you continued your slow assault, pausing after each thrust before pulling out again. The rough manipulation of her clit was a welcome distraction as you forced her pussy to stretch open with each push. The head of your cock crashing with frightening force against her, sending waves of pleasure coursing throughout her core, only to recede to the pain of being stretched, until the pain recedes into the background as the head of your penis stimulated her again. Her clit began to become much more sensitive to your touch, her body experiencing pleasure in waves. Her face and chest flush as the pleasure builds, your hand working methodically, slowly, but firmly. Your cock entering her with a slow, deliberate pace. Your eyes flashed with a predator’s glare as her pussy tighten around your length.
There were just the sounds of your grunts, her moans, and a male and female body smacking together as you fucked her. Your bulging, muscular buttocks were clenched up as he fucked her with a rising tempo of thrusts. Amber’s breasts shook and her whole body trembled with arousal as she cooed with the delicious sensations ripping through her loins.
"Cum for me " You growled and thrust deep, moving your hips as you continue to grind her clit under your palm. She arched her back. Amber’s body sent waves of lightning searing up her spine – like a lion’s roar. Amber screaming into her gag. Her cries sounded throughout the house, like a siren’s call - sharp. She falls against the carpeted floor, limp and weak, eyes closed, mind blank, your dick still inside her.
He taunted as the tip of manhood pushed into her. "And right now, I want to fuck you and I want hear what a little fox sounds like when you make her scream."
You thrust into her all at once. Amber was so saturated he filled her completely as she gritted her teeth around her gag. Her captor held inside her for a second to play with her nipples and then began pounding her against the wall ignoring her cries. She moaned and frantically pulled on every restraint, writhing like a hooked fish as you pumped into her, your hands gripping her thighs so hard your knuckles were white. She felt the wetness and arousal his cruel torments had been building inside her consume any rational thought she might try to form as the climax neared between her strapped legs. He doubled his pace and thrust harder while squeezing her breasts, her cries turned to muffled howls and he unfastened her bit gag.
"Scream for me!" You roared as your captive thrashed against her bindings. Her breasts in his vice like grip and her pussy filled with her captor's rampant pounding, she screamed in terror and unwanted pleasure as she burst into a deep shuddering orgasm. You climaxed with her and pulled her against your powerful frame as you came inside her.
Time seemed to stand still and a deafening ring rang in Amber’s ears. Had that not been so terrifying, that would have been the best orgasm of her life. When she opens her eyes a moment later he is watching her.
“Look over there for me Amber.” You gestured towards one of the corner of the room. There was a camera, positioned as to face the two of you – a silent observer to the debauchery you had just committed. “I want you to know that someone you love and care for personally requested that I do this to you. They wanted me to film it and send them the video as proof of the deed. I just wanted you to know that.”
You got off of her, began to dress yourself before Amber’s stunned form, and made your way to the exit. With a click of the locks, Amber was locked in the room – alone once again. Nude. Bound.
The rest of her weeks would followed in this pattern – always naked and in bondage and gagged in front of the one-way mirror, being observed by your camera, then intermittently being given humiliating tasks before receiving food and water. One time she had to massage her breasts, making her nipples erect; on another occasion, you made her take the full range of dildos and butt plugs on display, then she had to suck and lick them as if she were giving head; she was also forced to use the flogger to try and beat herself, which was neither easy nor particularly successful, but it made entertaining viewing. Other times, you made a personal visit to your slave, caress or even spank herself. The worst day was perhaps when you had fetched all of the clothes pegs you had in the mansion and told her to apply them to herself, one at a time, starting with her nipples and moving out, until her breasts were covered in the wooden pins and the few left over went on the soft flesh on her stomach.
Days blended into one another as Amber no longer had any means to bind time into rudimentary units. She couldn’t tell how long you had kept her trapped in that room, weeks? Months, perhaps? It certainly felt like it. When she tired of her futile struggle against her bond, she was left with nothing but time to think.
And what stood at the forefront of her mind was her current predicament – of being shackled in bondage.
Truth be told, she liked, no, loved being tied up. The cool air tingles her skin as it is bared, wild thoughts exaggerating the reaction. A blindfold and velvet case is all she sees in front of her.
She gently bites her lips as the blindfold robs her of sight, the darkness lighting an ember of pleasure between her thighs. As she is helped onto her knees, she wonders what is to happen next, a flurry of delightful and devious thoughts flash across her covered sight. Her hands are pulled behind her back, silky bonds snake around her wrists. The silky ropes soon pull her hands to her waist, elbows bent slightly. The rope dances across her bare buttocks, teasing her. Soon her ankles feel the embrace of the rope, parting her legs slightly. The rope stops, her bare body exposed to unseen pleasures, cool air hardening her nipples and whispering across her warming lips. A gasp escapes her lips as the cool metal clamps bite upon her nipples, drawing soft moans as they tighten on her fleshy nubs. The chain drops between her breasts, metal slinking down her soft flesh, tugging on her aching nipples.
As she had no significant other, her fantasies of being likewise bound and dominated were quite the non-starter she figured, at least until she stumbled books and magazines about the topic. Realizing she didn’t need a partner after all to enjoy the thrill of the restraint she so craved and dreamed of, she had taken to studying the elaborate self-bondage procedures as ardently as she had ever studied for any calculus exam.
The crack upon her bare cheeks forces a guttural moan, tongue sliding across her open lips, the sting drawing more honey between her legs. Another crack draws another moan, the fire in her flesh stoking the fire in her loins. A simple nod wishes more, her cheeks hungry for more as they feel the sting again and again. Tugs on her clamps tease and torment her ample breasts, nipples tingling from the restrictions. Gentler slaps to her bosom bring her tongue to her lips again, slaps to her moist lips deeper moans of pain and pleasure. Hands graze across her tingling cheeks, caresses bring pleasure before they crack against her flesh. Fingers trace the valley, teasingly approaching her tight rose bud. Moans are met with hot hands on flesh.
With her own dorm room, she’d had plenty of freedom to indulge in her own activities on a regular basis, and the extra cash she earned from a variety of jobs simply fed her addiction. She now possessed an extensive selection of restraints and toys - all of which had been thoroughly broken in by now. Amber was quite the introvert, and so she had no worries of any friends dropping in unexpectedly as she lay thrashing about helplessly on her bed, arms and legs spread wide and cuffed to the four corners of the bed, with a vibrator, butterfly, or egg humming away either inside her or at her clit as she stared wide eyed at a key encased in a slowly melting ice cube. As a result, her indulgences had come to consume her nights and weekends - at least when she wasn’t studying or working - or surfing the internet for even more elaborate self-bondage ideas.
Soft, moist flesh teases her open lips, tongue darting to taste. Thick, warm flesh invades her mouth, sliding across teeth and tongue. Her lips enclose and glide up and down as his flesh rhythmically pumps, her mouth and tongue enticing and encouraging. Flesh impales her throat as it goes deeper and faster, hair held tight. The sweet, salty nectar makes her hungry for more. Cool air flows into her open mouth as the flesh caresses her cheek, a moan of displeasure escaping. As she is bent forward, her breasts meet soft sheets, her cheek following. Hands that not long ago burned her flesh in pleasure, grip her hips. Tongue flicks at her wet lips, driving moans and writhing against bonds. As her hot womanhood is tormenting by wet tongue, her buttocks are caressed and spread. Tongue meets womanly nub, then long laps across her lips and into her increasing moistness. A gasp acknowledges the tongue's intrusion across her rose bud, arching back begging for more. The tongue lashing across and into her deepest places draws moans and energy from the onslaught. Teeth grazing across her soft buttocks elicits a playful wiggle.
The problem was, she found that the more she indulged in her hobby, the more she had to indulge in self-bondage in order to achieve the same level of orgasm. When she could squeeze no more time in than she had already, she had taken her hobby to far more extensive - and elaborate - levels in order to achieve the same thrill. Augmented with various vibrating toys, these experiments had eventually given way to more elaborate scenarios involving leather cuffs, gags, chains and padlocks, and even larger and more powerful toys - but her adventures had always remained within the confines of her room where she felt safe and secure.
Hands again grab her hips, stiff flesh caressing where the tongue began. A slow continuous motion drives the flesh deep into her, hips pushed against the sheets, moans deep from within. Restraints prevent bracing, her body sliding against the sheets with the rhythmic thrusts, speeding and deepening with each cycle. As the flesh drives deeper, finger teases rose bud. With fleshy withdrawal, moistened fingertip opens her tight bud, sliding further in with each thrust. Her moans only encourage, finger and flesh stoking the fire in her and fueling the orgasm building. She shudders from the intense explosion, her body clamping around finger and flesh. Her body is not released from the intense probing, only driving her to repeated explosions. Flesh erupts, feeding her deepest spots thick cream, spasm after spasm. Body nearly spent, flesh and finger slowly retreat. A creamy spurt escapes, crossing her still twitching rose bud as it slowly glides down her valley. She finally rises, still restrained. Before true release, flesh meets mouth and tongue. She savors the cocktail upon the flesh, teasing the final drops of cream to flow across her tongue and down her throat. The flesh softens as she licks the last. A final crack across her fleshy creeks acknowledges her successful completion.
A click. Her Master was gone again and she was alone with her thoughts – alone to wait until the next time he would fuck her.
Her resistance had long since dried up, not that she didn’t try to fight back whenever you mounted her, but she soon took company in being bound. It was such an intimate experience, being pressed against your mighty body, your breathing like waves against her shores, singing melodies into your eardrums. The ropes or cuffs or manacles would seize around her wrist; the gag would depress her tongue; and she would be back in the now – any thoughts that she once had, now far, far away.
“I’ve been noticing how little you fight me while I bind you. Tell me, my pet, do you like bondage? Don’t. I already know. Your body tells me everything I need to know.” Your voice dripped with gusto as you uncoiled the bundle of soft rope.
Amber grunted incoherently behind the gag as she felt you wrapping a doubled-over strand of the rope around her neck. She squirmed helplessly beneath you as you drew the rope down her back and then began to wrap it around her upper arms, drawing them slowly together behind her. Her cheek resting in a puddle of her own drool, she screamed into the thick rubber in her mouth as you drew on the ropes until her elbows touched behind her back, pulling her shoulders uncomfortably backwards. You continued to move down her arms, gradually welding her forearms together with ever-tighter coils of the rope, pausing only for a moment to remove the cuffs from her wrists and drop them to the floor next to her. What should have been a moment of relief offered her none, as tight coils of rope replaced the relatively loose confinement of the handcuffs.
Amber’s stomach fluttered and cinched as she felt him pull up on the lower hem of her top, baring her flat belly. She panted through her nose, drool sputtering from her mouth as she tried to plead with you behind the gag. She felt you wrapping the end of the rope from her arms around her bare waist, pulling it tight until it dug into her smooth flesh. She grunted as you tied the ends rope in place around her stomach with a pair of final tugs. The ropes around her waist pinned her bound hands to the small of her back, and she sobbed helplessly, mewling behind the gag as despair filled her.
Shaking her head, she tried to resist as you bent her free right leg at the knee. Despite her attempted resistance, you easily wrestled her down, planting her face into the carpeted floor and waited until she grew desperate for breath before continuing with your binding. When the ball of her feet pressed against her ass, you wrapped one of the free ends of the waist rope around her thigh and ankle. She watched helplessly as you used the rope to bind her thigh and calf together, her foot twitching nervously as you tied off the end of the rope.
Amber felt another strand of rope being wrapped around her waist. She fought and squirmed as much as she possibly could, but to no avail. Her Master rolled her unto her back, cinched the rope around her waist and then reached between her closed legs, feeding the rope through them. She was then wrestled back onto her stomach where she felt the rope tighten and sink into her pussy. You then tied it to her handcuffs. Whenever she yanked and pulled on her wrists, the rope between her legs rubbed within her slit and over her clit.
More ropes were added around her elbows and her body, until her arms were totally immobilized. Not too long after, you started fashioning a body harness, starting around her neck and progressing in a diamond pattern down her chest and stomach, finally tying the ropes off around the top of each thigh. Ropes now covered her upper body, each layer tying into the previous ropes, each knot tightening the cocoon forming around her. These bindings were painful, and as the firm, harsh rope bit into her, they marked her tender skin, with Amber only being able bite her lip to suppress the pain, but more than that, a part of her, screaming and shouting ever louder in her mind became the centerpiece of her thoughts – that the restrictive feel and the view she was getting of herself in the mirror were turning her on. She had seen pictures of rope bondage and had been turned on by the thought of it, but she had never expected to be subjected to it. She realized she was becoming a willing participant in all of this, and once more felt a wave of guilt at her conflicting mind, but could do nothing to stop it all.
Amber stood there, helpless and completely naked. A shiver ran through her as she tugged futilely on her bonds. She was so turned on her thighs were trembling. You finally returned and began working on her again.
“Amber, today’s going to be a very special day for you.” You spoke to Amber as if she was your daughter. Her whimsical look of curiosity, like that of a puppy waiting at the door for his master, did nothing to dispel this similarity.
“I think you are ready.”
That night, you had brought her, cradled in your arm like a baby, back to your bedroom. You attached Amber's collar chain to a carabineer hooked on the wall, above the bed, feeding enough length to ensure she would be able to comfortably move within her little bubble of freedom. You brought her close to you, still bound in rope, and held her in your warm embrace. You enveloped the pair of you within your blanket, bidding away the coldness of the night. You drifted off to sleep soon after, leaving Amber alone to her own thoughts.
She was no different than when she was back in the dungeon, still naked and helpless. Her mind raced as he left. Why doesn't he just take me? I'm lying, naked, open and dripping. Take me! Amber screamed in her head. Minutes dragged by as she waited, yet nothing came.
For the first time in a long time, she felt safe. Safe in your embrace.
For the first time in a long time, Amber slept soundly.
Amber stretched after she woke from her long and deep slumber. She squirmed under her satin sheet, relishing the feel against her bare skin, her nipples singing in joy. The memories of her previous day rushed back. She immediately began to reach for her bindings, only to find them gone – cut with a blade while she was slumbering, now a series of streams emanating from under her.
You were gone, with only a small letter in your place by the bedside. Amber reached for it and read it out loud to herself. “I’ll be back. In the meantime, dress yourself, my dear.”
My dear? Amber didn’t have much time to puzzle over your peculiar choice of words and she soon was presented with a box sitting atop your pillowcase – wrapped in satin ribbons. Upon opening it, she pulled out a small lacy, blue thong and a black silicone butt plug.
Amber let out an uncontrolled moan.
Amber flipped to her belly, a jolt of pleasure sparking from her nipples. God, she was on fire. She ground her chest into the bed, dragging her turgid nipples across the sheet. This was something new, something wondrous. She snaked a hand down between her legs. Her pussy was already inflamed, wet and ready. Coordinating her writhing with her fingers, she was ready to crest in no time. She backed off a bit to savor the pleasure for a few minutes, twisting left and right, feeling her nipple drag across the bed sheet. In a fit of inspiration, she shoved a pillow between her legs and humped it. She had never masturbated this way, but Gods above, her nipples! Her squirming soon became thrashing and suddenly she was coming, glorious pleasure radiating throughout her body as she screamed into another pillow. The shudder of her orgasm only served to intensify the sensations, bringing her to peak after peak. She had never been multi orgasmic, but now her body was all but insatiable. Finally she could take no more and she flipped over. Amber laid panting and nude on bed, her fingers idly tracing lines on her skin as she recovered. A mere brush of her nipples threatened to send her back into convulsions.
She brought her hands up before her to examine them, wet with her sin.
“W-why did I do that? W-why would I-“
“You like me, don’t you, Amber.”
Her head whipped around to see you standing in the door-frame – naked. Your Herculean muscles seemed to glow in the morning sun’s rays, taught and powerful, like vipers ready to pounce. Your beautiful face and powerful voice dominated her mind. And Gods above, your cock and balls should be cherished and worshipped. All of those nights where you had mounted her only made your features all the more apparent to her.
“Let’s get this off of you.” You set about removing the collar around her neck. You took your time, working slowly and methodically. The time allowed Amber to get control of her body. The shame of her situation embarrassed her. Before her was a man who had kidnapped and defiled her, giving her a chance at freedom; yet, she couldn’t bring herself to feel any anger against your being. Instead, her mind only brought forth her desire to be touched and sullied. She couldn't very well beg him for a fuck, even in her state she wasn't that desperate. Was she?
“Get dressed.” Your voice commanded. She obeyed.
Before long, your prize stood before you. Amber’s legs were spread wide. Her naked upper body was lying forwards over two stacked pillows, she'd be able to lie like that for as long as you needed her to. Her behind looked spectacular, her blue lacy thong holding in the black butt plug. The part of the thong covering her pussy was sodden, courtesy of her morning actions.
You slowly walked towards her, watching her shiver at your approach. You were going to enjoy this. You rested a hand on a buttock, squeezing it firmly, feeling her tense under your grip. It started with a light tap, her buttocks wobbling slightly. The next blow was much harder, she gasped in surprise. You chuckled as you did it again, and again. You continued to warm her up, hitting both buttocks square on and also the top of her thighs. A pleasant red colour started to bloom, a beautiful contrast with the light blue thong. You paused for a moment, she was breathing hard, her hands clenching the bed sheets.
"Let's take this off, shall we?"
A rhetorical question if there ever was one. His hands took down the thong with a feather like touch, Amber stepped out of them and waited for you to start again. Instead your hand reached around in front of her, the wet thong trailing from your fingertips,
"Open wide."
She obediently opened her mouth and tasted the mixture of your sweat and her arousal on her tongue, you left half of the piece of underwear dangling from her mouth. You pulled gently on her shoulders to sit her up, reaching around you fixed a pair of metal clamps on her nipples with the chain behind her back, and tugging lightly on the chain, eliciting a groan of pained pleasure.
You chuckled and stepped back, slapping her ass hard as you did so, she jumped at the unexpectedly abrupt action. Pulling on the chain, you forced her to arch her back as you continued to spank her, the rose hue of her skin darkening. Then, as suddenly as you’d started, you stopped let go of the chain, she flopped forwards, taking the moment to rest. She heard you grab your belt and whipping sound as it was drawn taut. The buckle clinked as the cold steel was placed against her buttock, a shock against the warm flesh. You let it drop further, a hard edge pushing at her wet folds and catching her engorged clit as you moved it. This made her squirm, she'd been expecting a hot leather stripe.
She wasn't to be disappointed, you stopped teasing, doubled over the belt in your hand and landed your best shot right across the middle of her ass, a perfect horizontal line. Admiring your work for second or two, you continued, each blow was slow and deliberate, no area of her backside was left untouched. You upped the force gradually, causing her to whimper into her makeshift gag. Noticing this you levelled off the impacts, maintaining but not building further on his vigor. Amber’s whimpers turned to groans, then you saw something beautiful. A single strand of her juice had run free, stretching down from the front of her pussy in a sparkling viscous string. You caught it with his finger and tasted it, she was strong and sharp, incredibly turned on by what you was doing to her.
"You seem to be enjoying this quite a lot. Do you want me to hit you harder?"
A muffled Mmmhhmmm' could be heard in response.
A devilish grin spread across your face.
The next blows were vicious, the leather sang through the air before crashing down on her tender skin. Her body flinched with each one, these starting to leave welts that would turn into bruises tomorrow. You continued until she started shaking her head. Stopping, you pulled the panties from her mouth. She still couldn't speak, she was panting too hard. Leaning over you kissed her on the back of the neck, your hands caressing her marked buttocks. One ended up gently teasing the plug in and out of her ass, the other found a place with a finger inside her and a thumb on the flesh surrounding her swollen clit. You massaged her for a moment as her breathing slowed then tugged the plug free. Her ass unwillingly released it and remained slightly open, winking at you as you continued to stimulate her sopping pussy.
You withdrew your hands and she moaned in frustration. She was getting so close. She heard the snap of a bottle lid and then felt a cool trickle down the crack of her ass. Your finger massaged it in to her relaxed ring and then you added more, practically dropping it straight in her asshole. She trembled at the chilly intrusion, hoping for what was coming next. Finally she felt you standing closer to her, a gentle touch from the slippery head of your cock against her slick hole. You filled her in one slow, smooth stroke, the preparation paying off as she gasped at the sensation. Your body pressed against her cheeks, staying as deep as you could be as your hands stroked across her back.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
She just about managed to speak, her hands grabbing the sheets as she gyrated softly against your frame, basking in the feeling of fullness. Your hand plucked at the chain of her nipple clamps, she tensed up immediately. You groaned appreciatively as her ass squeezed him tighter. You started to withdraw, just a little and then thrust back in - her turn to groan a guttural, animal sound. The thrusting continued as you gathered a handful of her hair with the chain and pulled back slightly harder. Her back arched, beads of sweat starting to form on her back. The sound of bodies slapping filled the room as the pace picked up, the smell of her arousal filling your nose. She started to pant, almost a whimper with each stroke, you knew what that meant. Reaching under her you found her dripping, utterly turned on by the brutal treatment you were giving her. This brought you closer to the edge. You levied a few slaps her sore ass as you repeatedly pushed into her.
You suddenly dug your nails into her back, she tensed everything as you started to pump your load inside her. You were as deep as you possibly could be, emptying into her, making her ass feel used. You let her hair and chain drop from your grip, she lowered herself forward gently, grinding against your body. You hadn't intended for it to be over that quickly, but you couldn't help it.
"You like the feel of cum inside you then?"
"Yes thank you Sir."
"Good girl."
You stroked in and out a little and then withdrew, her ass sucking at your dick, greedily trying to keep you in there. Reaching down you rolled her over and removed the clamps, her nipples standing red and proud from their pressure. Amber was a hot, sweaty mess, her pussy dripping, her ass covered in lube and cum. She'd got lube in her hair and over her side, everywhere your hands had wandered.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, my dear, you're a bit sticky."
She heaved herself off the bed, slightly unsteady on her legs and went into the shower. You went to run the bath, hot and bubbly, a sweet smell in the air. She walked across the bathroom from the shower, her body glistening wetly. You kissed her as you wrapped your arms around her, she tucked her head into your shoulder.
She stepped into the hot, bubbly water and gingerly sat, her head against the wall, relaxing after the intensity of what they had just done. You eyed her purple butt as she'd stepped past. You went and sat on the stool at the head of the bath and started to gently massage her head and run your hands through her hair, she shimmied down the bath slightly to submerge the back of her head, basking in the attention. After a few minutes of this you slathered your hands in shampoo and started to rub that in, paying special attention to that little spot behind her ears that always made her almost purr with pleasure. A spot that you had found after one of your nights defiling her.
You then rinsed through her hair using a large jug, filled from the tap, gently letting the flow wash out the mess of lube and juices that your hands had left streaked through it. On finishing, you started with the conditioner, really working it into her hair as your hands constantly moved across her scalp. She was in a dreamlike state, utterly relaxed, like putty in your hands. You kept up his efforts far longer than was necessary, loving her bliss. Eventually, you spoke "Come on, let's do the rest of you."
She made a grumpy sighing sound and sat up a bit, pulling her hair over one shoulder and allowing you access to her body. You soaped up a loofah and started to rub in short strokes up and down her exposed neck, slowly working from one side to the other. She exhaled, turning it into a groan of appreciation. You moved down onto her shoulders, now moving in gentle circles. Reaching around, you worked over her breasts, taking care over the still red, sensitive nipples. She stood up when you paused to allow for access to the rest of her.
"Bend over a bit."
She obediently leaned forward, placing her hands on the lip of the bath and presenting you with a full view of her abused ass and her pussy - still slightly swollen with excitement. Your touch was tender over the developing bruises, lightly pulling her cheek to one side, you slipped the loofah over her red ring of an asshole, cleansing the mess of lube and cum he'd left oozing out. You slipped the fingers of your free hand in between the folds of her pussy, her clit was a hard little nub, and still desperate for the orgasm she had earlier been denied. Massaging it, even just momentarily, led to a sharp intake of breath followed by an appreciative gasping.
"Spread them wider." You said, tapping the inside of her leg as you did so. She splayed them out, leaving her standing sideways-on in the bath, bent over against the wall. You pushed your face into her sopping pussy, your lips and tongue immediately drawn to her clit as your thumb rubbed over her used ass. You sucked lightly, flicking her nub against your teeth. She started gyrating against your face, eager for it to continue. You started sucking a little harder, ever so gently beginning to scrape his teeth on her clit.
Amber was panting now; after being wound up for so long, this wasn't going to take very long. Her body bucked against yours as you popped a thumb into her ass up to the first knuckle. This increased the intensity and she shuddered through a drawn-out orgasm, silently screaming against the wall as she did. As she stopped quivering you moved your mouth from now too-sensitive clit, gently kissing up her stomach as she turned around and cradled your head against her, clinging on. You two held this awhile and then she sat down, pulling the plug from the bath when she did so. You picked up the jug again and rinsed her down, then engulfed her in a warm towel, holding her tight to your chest.
You simply relished in this comforting moment, one of many that you will experience. “Amber, my dear, mornings like this come few and far between for a young girl like you. Give your life to me and I will take care of your every need, your every whim. Never will you be hungry for any of the riches of the world if you are with my company. Most importantly, you’d never be lonely again. So, my dear, what do you say?”
“I’d love that, sir.”
“Good girl.”
***
Orange light basked the living room in the dying light of the sun, distorting the multitude of ornate furnishings with a heavenly glow. There were some paintings decorating the room – of brilliant vistas of turbulent seas and soaring mountains – complimenting the big, ornate chandeliers hanging above. Crackling of embers completed the warm and snug air of the place, emanating from a large fireplace that chiseled a stone spine up the room. Amber, kneeling by the fireplace, nestled on a velvet pillow, waited for her Master’s return.
Her hair was tied up in a loose pile, on top of her head, with long strands of her fringe carefully positioned either side of her face. It was elegant, but not overly so. She'd spent more time touching up her face, her eyes and lips to meet with your taste.
Her delicate form was embraced by a black and white maid outfit, much akin to what she had worn but considerably more lascivious. She was dressed in the stereotype uniform of black satin. It had a tight bodice that bound her lower waist, cinching her waistline into an hourglass, and a short skirt which billowed out with layer upon layer of fluffy white short petticoats. Finally, short, black, cut above the knees, straps hung off her shoulders. The dress was all trimmed out in white lace with a very low neck line displaying her well-endowed womanly assets that seem to quiver ever so inviting with every breath that she took. She had on the standard little white apron around her waist and its corresponding white maid's cap upon her red hair. It was risqué, it was sleek - it was perfectly attuned to your sensibility.
A satin strip of material wound around her eyes, robbing her of sight. She was used to it by now, for this was now you expected her to be every evening. In fact, she had long since grown fond of how her sense of smell, hearing and touch all seemed to be brought to a heightened state of awareness: a pinprick would feel like a stab-wound, a small breeze would feel like a typhoon.
A click. A groan form the door. Your thunderous footsteps.
“Master’s home” Amber whispered to herself. She counted your footfalls until you would stand before her again – thirteen long, grueling steps.
She was shaking before your form – your private little maid, Amber. She was perfect – you had made sure of that. Still, you couldn’t help but think about the journey that won you this prize; the rush of deceiving and manipulating someone to your whim, you wanted more of it. You’ve had your eye on this mail-girl that’s been delivering to your mansion for a while now; but all of that is for another day, right now, you’re here to enjoy your current private slut.
You began to undress, excruciatingly paced in order to prolong her wait. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you saw her jump at the sound of your belt crashing into the floor. Your pants slipped into a neat pile at your feet. You thumbed the rims of your undergarment and slipped your cock free. The musk hit Amber like a truck.
Words tried to form at the cusp of her lips, quivering as if she was freezing, and the edges of some shook their way out in intelligible whimpers. You throw your hand over her mouth, muffling all but screams.
“Are you doing well, my beloved?” A nod, or at least, the best the poor girl could do with your vice around her. “Good, now, who do you belong to?”
When she answered, she whispered her response so softly that it was more breath than speech, but you squeezed her breast tighter, palming her nipple while shooting her an inquisitive, expectant look, encouraging her to try again.
Amber blushed and looked away, hot lust pooling in the deepest recess of her mind, electrifying her veins. If she said what he wanted, he would own her, completely. She would be his to control. She hesitated, her breaths coming faster, her hips and legs betraying her as they bucked and flexed to ease her heat. She turned to him, defeated, dominated, controlled, owned – admitting that she was his slut and his property, his fuck-toy to use and bind and spank.
"You, Master." She says, getting to her knees.
You take a moment to enjoy the sight of her from across the bedroom. Naked, on her knees, the early morning sunlight diffusing through the curtains to softly illuminate her pale smooth skin. Her tight little bottom resting on her heels as her supple legs curl beneath her. They rest on the pillow that you gave her. The ones that puts her mouth at the perfect height.
You glance up and down her slim torso. Your eyes linger on her perfect round breasts with their pretty pink nipples. There is an innocence to her in this moment. Gazing vacantly at the floor as if she has no idea what is about to happen. But of course she knows. She waits for it patiently like a good little girl.
You place my fingers under her chin and gently tilt her head back. Her sparkling red eyes meet mine with a look of obedience and submission. And that mouth. That gorgeous mouth. I rest my thumb on those perfect pink lips.
"Who owns this mouth?”
"You do, Master."
You answer her only with a crooked smile. Your eyes gesture to the only part of you that was partly erect. She raises herself into position, puts her hands behind her back, and opens her mouth.
You reach out with one hand, fingers slide through her soft hair and wrap around the back of her head. I step towards her and guide myself inside her waiting mouth. You let the tip rest just inside for a moment. Her tongue begins eagerly working along the sensitive spot under the head.
You feel yourself expanding and hardening inside her warm wet mouth, and you push myself in deeper. She lets out a long moan. Taking her head in both hands, you begin thrusting back and forth. Gently at first. She does her best to maintain eye contact. Hoping that they would do the job of pleading for her release now that her lips were hostages to your will.
As you build momentum, you thrust deeper into her throat. Her eyes shut tight as she gags, but she knows not to recoil. Mercifully, you pull out for just a second and her eyes reopen. They are already watering.
You push back inside and continue fucking her mouth. Your strokes are shallow, but occasionally probe deeper, eliciting more gagging and coughing. She tries to pull away, straining against the ropes that chained her body until she felt herself go numb. Without warning, you force her head all the way down, as far as it can go, and hold her there. You can actually feel myself pressing against the back of her throat, like a hearth it warmed your mass, rippling your mind with palpable pleasure. Young Amber’s tongue, like velvet, lapped and caressed at the underside of your penis. Her nose and forehead are squeezed tightly against your body. Her chin against your scrotum.
Her body seizes as she struggles to hold this position. She wants to recoil, but she dared not for your iron will alone was enough to hold her steady. You see panic in her eyes as she looks up, unable to breathe. She settles down, accepting your manhood inside of her, disregarding her own desperate clawing for air, choosing to only be a tool for your pleasure instead. What a beautiful sight.
“Good girl.”
