“Report!” said Sir James. “You first,” as he tugged the bundle of rags from her mouth.
Alex was still breathing quite heavily, gathering herself. She licked her lips.
“Umm.”
“Come girl, or shall I press the button again, for longer this time.” Sir James was
using his bossy voice.
“It’s not actually painful.” said Alex.
“No. I’ve set it so it just locks your muscles together. Around the - wherever it’s
connected,” replied Sir James.
It dawned on me. “Your bottoms?”
“Yes Sir.”
“So now we set the timing and the duration. The red one sets the length of each pulse,
I’ll set that to short. The yellow one sets the interval between each pulse, I’ll set
that to the ‘long’ setting and this switches it from manual, the button, to automatic.
The ‘blue’ is for strength.”
The girls looked at each other, tense, waiting for the pulse of power. Just as they
began to relax it hit them, very briefly. Clearly going off before they actually had time
to react.
“Aah. That’s weird. It won’t do any harm, will it?”
“Not at all my dear. I’ll leave you now, you’ll find it quite enough for the time being.
Get used to it. The switches on your bindings aren’t connected yet. It’s just the
regular pulses. I’ll come back to you when we’ve got the pretty one wired up.”
They hated that: ‘the Pretty One’. What girl wouldn’t? I saw it in their faces. Then
the next pulse hit them. They twitched, the rope jerked, I began to see what would happen
when that was connected too.
But I wanted some time with Petra, it’s her turn. But No, I didn’t want her to be wired
up to some devil machine. She was mine. And I’m a mechanical engineer by training, a
salesman by marriage, not some electronic nerd that wants to do things by pressing
buttons. It wasn’t for me. I knew where Petra’s button was and I wanted my finger on it,
not some bit of wire. And when the lube was plentiful and the pressure was building I
also knew how to relieve the strain for her. These new surroundings would raise her
excitement a good bit. She loved new techniques, new places, new equipment. This place
was made for her.
Her eyes watched me as I got near, I kept my face straight, not letting her read my
intentions.
Her pink tongue licked her bottom lip.
Her breasts heaved as her body demanded a deep intake of oxygen.
I stopped a yard from her.
“Close your eyes.”
A whimper, hoping I’d relent, then they closed. She didn’t know what, where, when. She
began to pant, little shallow breathes. I walked away, back to the box of ‘toys’ that Sir
James had shown me. Nipple clips, of various degrees of torment, and with weights or
bells depending on the mood of the - of Me, the tormentor.
And a heavy leather hood to block every sense but touch, ear muffs included, just two
small breathing holes either side of her mouth. Not even easy to breathe through, but
enough I reckoned. And I grabbed the broad leather belt, realised it was carefully shaped
like a short corset. That she would like, O loved her waist cinched in. She’ll like the
thin thong too, that went where thongs go, to hold the things she’d already got there deep
within her. I filled the hood with the various items and headed back to her.
“Look. These are the things you are going to experience. At my hands. No noise though.
Just because I’m not gagging you but that doesn’t mean I want your advice. Not tonight!
Just let me know if I’m doing something too painful. Nothing else; no tips; no
suggestions. Got it.”
I held up a white dildo, not too big for her mouth, and it slipped in easily, to the back
of her throat.
“Wet it.”
Her mouth worked, wandering where it was going next. She’d got one in her pussy already.
But I wanted her to feel her juices running, down there, ready for the thing buried in
her mouth to invade her wetness, fill her tube.
“Enough. Keep still.”
She met my gaze as I drew it slowly from her mouth, just a little whimper as I lowered it
out of her eyeline, to stroke down between her breasts, across her belly, lower. Under
her, where I turned the tip upwards, feeling for that soft bump in her slot, helped by her
hips rocking to make sure it was lined up.
“Close your eyes.”
I drew the black one out of her, offered the white one there, against her slowly closing
pussy, and slipped it into her. It was already an inch in, sliding so easily, me feeling
for the right alignment.
“It’s very big,” I told her. She shuddered, she’d seen it, but the words made her feel
so vulnerable.
“Open wider. I don’t want to hurt you!” using my nasty voice.
Another whimper as she sagged down against her bonds, forcing her knees wider. I pressed
it in, and inch at a time, watching the ripples of muscles run across her belly, the
trembles in her thighs, like an orgasm but without the relaxation that follows.
“Hold it there. You’ll be in big trouble if you let it fall.”
I saw her muscles tense, her thighs trying to close up. Her diaphragm sucked upwards
trying to draw the white stem inside herself.
I stood, showed her the black one, wet with her juices.
“You’ve made this all gungy. You’d better clean it for me. Open wide.”
She hated this, hated me, hated sucking her own juices off of anything. Her personal
definition of ‘Dirty’.
But she obeyed, hesitantly. She had no choice. She’d get her own back, somehow.
I left it in her mouth, watched her tongue working around it, her cheeks bulging, her
eyes glaring just how much she hated me.
I bent to empty the hood between her feet, taking the rag to stuff her mouth with when I
slipped the black thing from her mouth. Then I slipped the hood over her head, pressing
the earmuffs in place, lacing the hood down the front of her face, tugging the laces
tight, just her nose peeping through, and the clothes that gagged her.
I had to speak against her mouth for her to understand what I was saying.
“I might whip your breasts. They look superb, a few strips will stand out so nicely.”
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