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The Mistress and Her New Toy volume 2
(Melissa DuVant)
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The Mistress and Her New Toy Vol 2 Melissa DuVant Copyright © Melissa DuVant The right of Melissa DuVant to be identified as the
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retrieval system, is forbidden without the written permission of the author. All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known or unknown to the author, and all incidents are pure invention. Table of Contents Chapter 1: Terms and Conditions Chapter 5: Pleasure and Punishment Maid Cage Club 2: Two Month Vintage Waking up in the grasp of a sexually dominant mistress, who could want anything more? Chapter 1: Terms and Conditions Tamsin tried to move, feeling how she was restrained. Her arms were behind her, wrapped around with tape from her hands all the way up to her elbows, with her hands forced into fists. When she tried to flex her fingers, she could feel the tape shift, sticking to her fingers, strong enough that she couldn't break out of it. Leather covered her eyes, a blindfold strapped into place, blinding her, and there was an oversized gag in her mouth, dribble spilling out and soaking into her t-shirt, making it sticky and gross. A ridge dug into her back - probably a chair back, rope going above and beneath her breasts, holding her securely into place. Her legs were held spread, her thigh-high socks thin enough that she could feel the rope prickling and rubbing her ankles, more of it wrapped around her knees, holding her legs spread. 'Mphhh!' She shook her head, feeling the ropes tighten over her chest, rubbing even through her top. 'I suppose we should begin then.' 'Mrhhh?!' The voice was female, and close - and one she sort-of recognized, but couldn't quite place. A finger poked into her breast, before sliding up and hooking beneath one of the ropes, making the others even tighter, the prickling compression getting stronger. 'Apparently you're something of a brat? Well, that can be cute... in limited amounts.' 'Mphhh!' Tamsin started to try and wriggle and twist more, testing the strength of the knots, feeling the ropes take her movement, pressing back on her, keeping her securely pinned. She could twist her weight about a bit, but having her legs pinned high up made it harder to move, and the chair-back was starting to press against her, making her twist and writhe to try and make it more comfortable. 'Ah, there we go. A good submissive would be nice and polite and quiet while the mistress is talking.' 'Mphhh!' Every time she tried to speak, her jaw tensed around the gag-ball, and more dribble splashed onto her chest, making her top sodden and sticky. 'I'm quite confident in my rope-work, but feel free to test it.' The finger twisted, making the ropes tighten more, and letting Tamsin feel which ones were connected. 'I've been asked to help make you into a better submissive - one that is less prone to being a bloody nuisance.' The finger slid out, before a hand groped her breast. Through the thin material of her top, Tamsin could feel that it was wrapped in what felt like latex, the feeling of the touch different even through her clothing. It stroked her skin, making her twist in pleasure, the strokes light and pleasurable, before pinching her nipple. 'I do like a challenge though. So, to make things entertaining for both of us, I'm going to lay out some rules.' Another hand touched against her knee, before sliding up her leg. When it touched the bare skin of her thigh, above her high socks, it was slippery-smooth latex again, before moving between her legs, lightly tracing her lower lips, beneath her panties. The touches were light and teasing, and she felt her body react, stirring her up. 'You may try and free yourself as you will - if you can remove your collar, then I will let you go, and even pay you for your time.' Tamsin's skin crawled, her shoulders tensing as she turned her neck - it was currently bare. But she didn't like the thought of a collar, of something so tight around her throat, and of the ownership it normally signified. 'I'll even ensure that the key is somewhere close by to you - no trickery, but you'll need to work for it. If nothing else, then I suppose it will help me improve.' The finger between her legs was joined by another, tickle-teasing against her lips, and Tamsin tried to wriggle away, hearing the chair creak, the thing rocking slightly. 'See? This sort of thing is why other dommes think you're a pain in the ass. But now it's time for the collar - you should be honored, my last submissive had to work for over a year before she was permitted to wear it!' 'Nphh!' Tamsin tried shaking her entire body, the chair-creaks getting louder, before a hand grabbed her throat and squeezed. It cut off her air, turning her protest into a drawn-out whine before she slumped back down, not wanting to waste all her strength in fighting back when she was clearly outmatched, at least for now. 'It's a nice collar as well - thick, sturdy metal, and it needs a special key to open.' The teasing fingers moved away from her slit, a hand gathering up her hair to keep it away from her neck, and then metal pressed against her neck. It was cold, and felt far too solid, a thick band pressing against her skin. 'It's made just for you - cost me a pretty penny! So I hope you'll be entertaining enough to be worth it, or I'll have to find someone else with exactly the same neck size.' It was wrapped into place, clicking shut, sealed closed, draining off her body heat. A wave of stifling, crushing claustrophobia rippled through her, and Tamsin's struggles intensified, as she threw herself against the ropes, hard enough to make the chair shake. The hands withdrew, leaving her to it, and she felt the chair twist to the side, legs scraping against a floor. But no matter how she twisted her neck, the collar stayed in place, not moving at all! And it even limited how she could move her head, making it harder to twist her neck, and biting into her if she looked down, making it harder to look up. 'A good submissive would be honored, rather than throwing a tantrum.' Her hair was grabbed, dragging Tamsin to a halt, strands getting torn loose from her scalp. 'You're here to learn - and for me to improve, I suppose. But don't worry, we'll have fun together. You do enjoy this sort of thing, don't you?' One hand stayed tightly gripping her hair, the other moving back between her legs, pressing more insistently against her pussy. 'You can't hide what your body wants.' A tingle of pleasure ran through her body, a finger sliding up between her lips and then finding the soft bud of her clit, pressing against it. She heard herself mewl through her gag, the sound of pleasure making her cheeks warm with a blush, unable to prevent her hips from wriggling forward, wanting more. 'Not yet, my suddenly-eager submissive! You'll need to work for that - you really have been spoiled, haven't you?' The fingers continued to tease and stroke, at least helping Tamsin help forget the choking collar-pressure on her neck and throat. 'So this is the key for the collar.' Her hair was released, and a moment later she felt metal against her cheek- a metal rod, with pokey bits at one end, and a wide circle at the other. It was pushed against her cheek, and then removed, a metal scraping noise, the tightness around her throat loosening for a moment, and then getting pushed back. 'You see? It all works, just so that you know this is fair. I'm not going to cheat by filling the keyhole with solder or damaging the key. You can win this... but I'm not going to make it easy for you!' Tamsin started to struggle again, although with less vigor now, more of her attention on the growing warmth between her legs. If she could at least get out of the ropes, then maybe she could grab the key and get out? The tape was still holding strong, her fingers barely able to flex, her elbows pinned together. The rope felt like it was pressing more and more tightly as she tensed up against it, making it bite deeper into skin, starting to leave indentations in her flesh. 'I can see this might take a while. Well, I suppose you are a brat, so it's only to be expected. I hope to get to the stage of being able to show you off though - you're shorter than me, but some heels will help to make up for that. I'm thinking some nice tight dresses, to show off your body.' After another quick clit-tease, the hand moved from her crotch to her breasts. 'These are a nice size as well. Not too large, not too small - maybe a pushup bra, to make them a little plumper? But they can work as they are. I do like piercings though, so maybe I'll take you into having a few.' The ropes were starting to ache, a strangely pleasurable warmth settling over Tamsin's chest and legs, where they pressed in on her. She shook her head, feeling the movement restricted by the collar, twisting her body with enough force that she managed to get away from the touch, at least for a second or two, before the hands returned. The damp dribble-patch down her front was getting bigger and bigger as more spit flowed from her mouth, impossible to swallow back down with the gag in place. 'You will need to dress better - the short skirts and thigh-high socks are nice and slutty, and show you off well, but they're a bit plain. And this t-shirt? It looks years old! But once you're somewhat obedient, I'll be dressing you in lingerie and more upmarket clothing. Probably still slutty, but better made. But you won't need clothing for a while, so let's get you out of this, and then I can properly check what your body is like.' She tried to wriggle away, getting enough force behind herself that she felt the chair rock, a delirious moment where it felt like she might fall, before her hair was firmly grasped again, along with an exasperated sigh. 'This is going to be a lot of work, isn't it? I just hope it's worth the effort! Now, stop wriggling for ten damn seconds, so I can get you nice and naked.' Metal brushed her cheek - long and cold, the back of a scissor blade. Then they withdrew, and she felt her t-shirt getting pulled, the dribble having soaked through to her skin, the material peeling away. Scissors snipped, the tension of the clothing changing as it was sliced away, until the scissors came to just beneath the ropes below her breasts. Then it snipped away at the part between the top and bottom breast ropes, and then down from the neck-line. A few pulls and yanks, and the rest tore. Where it was held by the ropes, it rubbed and chafed as it was pulled away, making her feel a little sore, but soon it was gone, and her top was only covered by her bra. A few more snips, and that was gone, a purr of pleasure sounding out. 'Excellent! Nice and perky.' A latex-wrapped hand groped her breasts, cupping them each in turn. 'But there's going to be plenty of time for that later. So let's get you nice and naked - except for the collar, of course.' A finger slid into the waistband of her skirt, followed by more snipping noises, and then the thing was pulled away. Her panties were next, lasting just another second or two. Tamsin tried to tense her thighs, wanting to pull her legs together to cover herself, but that just made the ropes around her ankles bite harder. 'You should get used to this - you'll need to earn clothing. Or manage to wriggle free and find some, I suppose.' The scissors weren't used on her high socks - she felt them get torn away, a few scraps lingering around her knees and ankles, held there by the ropes. 'You'd make a lovely maid, you know. Nice and cute and sexy - and obedient if you can manage that!' 'Nphh!' Tamsin's protest made more spit dribble onto her now-bare chest, as she struggled again. 'I've spoken to some of the other dommes that have had to put up with you, so I know what you're into - don't worry, I'll even do a few things you'll enjoy. But you're going to need to work hard, this isn't just for your pleasure. And when it's done, I might have a nice little subby-toy for myself!' Tamsin tried to growl, but her attempt was disrupted by fingers probing between her legs again. 'At least you're enjoying this.' It was hard to deny the pleasure tingling through her, a latex-wrapped finger pushing into her and twisting around, making her gasp, head reeling. 'You see? Your spirit is submissive, you just need to learn to be less bratty. And then I might let you have some fun - and you'll probably appreciate being able to see again, I would think? Or you can keep being annoying, and then I get to use all my fun little toys. I've not had the chance to use the anal hook on anyone yet! And there's some suspension ties I want to try - although I suppose I'll need to put padding down, just in case you fall. If you're getting injured, I want it to be me doing it, not gravity!' Two fingers pushed into her, deep and pleasurable, before withdrawing. 'Unfortunately, I have other business to tend to, and so can't spend all day with you. The key, I will leave dangling on a chain on the far side of the room - about a meter off the floor. So you can theoretically get it, if you can get free. I'll leave you with this so you can have some fun! Oh, and I'll be taking the scissors as well - don't want to make this too easy for you.' Fingers, still damp with her own pussy-juice, slapped against her cheek, a light impact, and then something was pushed into her slit, a bead twitching and throbbing intermittently. A plastic block was taped to her leg, a wire running around her thigh, another strip of tape over her slit. Then she heard heels tapping against a hard floor, and then the tinkling of a metal chain, before a heavy door opened and shut, a lock sliding into place. And then... silence. She immediately started to wriggle and twist, throwing her weight from side-to-side. The bead inside her kept buzzing and twitching, never enough to get her off, but distracting her, filling her head with warm fuzz. She had to build momentum, swaying from side-to-side, until she managed to make the chair fall, landing on her shoulder with a jarring thud. She lay there for a long moment, trying to gather her strength, before starting to struggle against the rope. Tamsin started to strain and tense, trying to slip free of the ropes, feeling the knots tighten against her. It was like an inescapable hug, stifling and close, combining with the tightness of the collar against her throat to make her breathless and hot, a tightness in her chest that got worse and worse. And the ropes held strong, pressing harder against her skin, making her ache as the pressure got more and more intense. On her side, still tied to the chair, she couldn't make it flip over, and the tape around her arms was strong. Tamsin started to try and twist her shoulders, seeking a weak-point there, wanting to escape... Tamsin was sore now, her hours of wriggling
against the ropes having chafed her skin, made it soft and sensitive. And she
was still tied up! This wasn't like the other dommes, who left more slack in
their ties, or left the knots within reach of her fingers - it would have been
impressive, if it hadn't been so irritating! Especially as her bladder felt
full and hard, making her strain not to piss herself. Her arms and fingers were still bound as well - wrapped up in the tape. She'd managed to wriggle her fingers enough to poke slightly out of the tape, feeling it cling still, tugging at her skin. But it had been wrapped multiple times, and was too tough to physically break. She needed to find something to rub it against, to peel it off her skin! The thing inside of her wasn't helping, buzzing and thrumming enough to keep her horny, but never enough to let her get off. She threw her weight around, feeling hair flop over her face, a pool of dribble beneath her mouth. If there was something else, then maybe she could use that to rub the blindfold off, and at least regain her vision? With enough shaking, it was possible to move herself, the chair sliding around, over the stone floor. It was long-winded and exhausted, but there had to be a wall somewhere! Even if she'd lost track completely of where the key was, assuming it was really there and that hadn't been a cruel lie. By the time she finally managed to find a wall, bumping her head against it, she was exhausted, her bladder even more strained. It was blessedly cold against her forehead, slightly gritty stone, rather than brick. An older building, then? She tried twisting, hoping for some bump or lump she could use to get the blindfold off, but it was too smooth, and all she did was scrape her skin. 'Impressive work! That's further than I expected you to get.' 'Mhrhhhr!' Tamsin protested, or at least made a vague grunt, feeling more dribble flow from her mouth. She hadn't heard the door open - had it been covered by the sounds of her movement, or were there more entrances? 'But you've had your first chance, and I've done what I needed to do, so now we can have some fun.' Footsteps approached, and then there was a little grunt of effort, Tamsin getting pulled back upwards, her head spinning from the forced movement. 'You are a bit of a mess, aren't you? I suppose you've not pissed yourself, but you've left a slug-trail of dribble. At least there's no need to worry about scratch-marks on the floor down here.' One of her breasts was groped, just a swift and casual squeeze. 'So let's get you cleaned up, and then we can carry on.' The chair lurched forward, legs banging onto the floor, each impact slamming through Tamsin, making her shake against it. The changes in where the ropes bound made the parts where it had chafed her skin even more sore. The vibrator gave another buzz as she was moved, making her grind her hips against the chair, body desperate to get off, despite not having anything to grind against. 'For your information, that was a small stone room, pretty much just a cell. Just in case you did get loose, I didn't want you having a tantrum and breaking anything! This place is nice and isolated, so we don't need to worry about interruptions, or people coming if there's a noise. I hope you're not a screamer though - it's just so undignified. And it must hurt your throat.' The chair continued to be bump-walked forward, Tamsin yelping in pain, her skin worn away and now super-sensitive. 'Hmmm, I suppose a wheelchair might have been easier? But this place isn't really built for that either - it's got lots of basements and cellars that were easy to turn into dungeons, but isn't really great for accessibility.' Tamsin was wrenched over a threshold, feeling herself be lifted, before a terrifying split-second fall, the chair creaking ominously, something cracking. 'I don't know how much more that chair can take, it's pretty old. I guess I'll just have to carry you.' A grunt of effort, as latex-sheathed arms wrapped around Tamsin's body, just beneath her breasts, and she was lifted off the floor. She could hear the woman straining more, as Tamsin was carried, feet waggling in empty air. 'Stop wriggling! If I drop you on my feet, I'm going to be pissed off.' The arms tightened, squashing air from Tamsin's lungs. She could feel every step, and several times the chair scraped against a wall, before she was put back down again, the surface sounding different. 'Dammit, you're heavier than you look! Although carrying people isn't something I normally do. Now, if I remove your gag, are you going to be a good girl and have food and some water? Or am I going to have to get a ring gag and feed you paste?' Tamsin groaned, able to remember the gritty, flavorless mush from previous experiences, dipping her head in temporary defeat. 'Good. I know it says it contains all needed vitamins and everything, but I have my doubts. I've got better things to do than mess around with enemas, so I'm going to cuff you in a toilet and let you clean yourself up, understand? Make a mess and you'll be cleaning it with your tongue.' 'Mph.' 'I hope that's a yes!' Hands reached around her head, unbuckling the gag, another fat torrent of dribble splashing between Tamsin's breasts. 'Like a leaky tap! Water first.' Something touched against her lips - a straw - and she started to suck, glad of the cool, fresh water, drinking it down, feeling herself fill up even more, her body full to bursting. Shame started to prickle through her, at the thought of pissing herself in front of the woman, whoever she was. Some friend of another mistress she'd pissed off, probably! 'And some food. It's going to be fun making your brain form all the mental associations between me, and food and water. I want to make sure you're nice and dependent!' Something solid, slightly squishy, touched against her lips and then into her mouth, and she took a moment to realize it was a tomato. She bit into it, feeling the juices explode into her mouth, sweet and sharp. 'That's it. Good girls get nice food - freshly picked! If you're naughty, then I might dip it in the hottest sauce I can find first. Oh, and no speaking without permission.' 'That's not OW!' The slap struck her cheek - not full-force, but enough to cut off her words and make her cheek sting and flare with pain. And then a rush of pleasure as the vibrator thrummed into life, for just a few seconds. 'No speaking without permission.' A hand squeezed her cheeks, forcing her mouth open, and another tomato was pushed in, before her mouth was released and she was allowed to chew. 'I deliver punishments as soon as there is a failure. Do you have anything to say?' 'Goddam... OW!' Another slap, harder than the first. 'Another attempt at speaking, and it's the ring-gag and the food paste. Nod your head if you're going to be a good girl.' Tamsin shuddered, then nodded, feeling the collar press back against her neck. 'Good girl.' The rest of the "meal" was tomatoes, several slices of cheese, and some slices of ham. It all tasted good, fresh and filling, but that just reminded her of the increasing urgency of her need to pee. She whined softly, not wanting to be gagged and force-fed, shuffling her hips around. 'Horny?' Tamsin shook her head. 'Oh, you need to piss? I suppose it's been a while.' There was another skin-scraping sequence of bumps, and another change in the sound of her being put down. 'Right, you can go there, and then I'll hose you down. You don't deserve a proper shower just yet, so this is what you get.' The sense of shame and humiliation got even stronger, her cheeks burning, and she turned her face away, even though she couldn't see. And then she relaxed herself, letting it flow out. She could feel the wet warmth against her thighs, the flow guided by her body, before splashing off the seat, into whatever was beneath her. It felt good to be empty, but not to have to do it like this! A motor thrummed along with the sound of flowing water, and then it hit her. The water was bitterly cold, icy-sharp needles biting into her skin, making her yelp and moan. It washed away the piss, but damn it was cold, making her shiver uncontrollably. 'If I ever take you to show off, then I'll do your hair and make you look fancy, but when it's just the two of us, then you don't need to be groomed. You're quite pretty even without it, or at least pretty enough that it makes it fun to do things like this.' The stream of water flicked upwards, over her face, and she closed her mouth tightly. 'Good, you're learning to keep your mouth shut! Keep that thought, and I'm sure we'll get along fine.' A hand slid between her legs, plucking out the vibrator and tearing away the controller from her leg. As the water kept streaming, it started to soak into the ropes, loosening them slightly. It also slipped down her taped arms, making it easy to wriggle her limbs more, the tape-glue getting washed away. Maybe she could slip free now? More water streamed over her face, making it hard to breathe without choking and gagging, weakening her struggles as she gasped, until the water-flow suddenly stopped. The ropes tightened for a moment, and then the ones above and beneath her breasts were pulled away. Blood rushed back into place, making her torso tingle and throb. She tried to force herself to move, but her limbs were still taped, while her legs were still roped into place. Metal clicked, scissors snipping up behind her, the tape falling away from her wrists. Cuffs snapped into place, the metal rings connected directly to each other, not even on a chain. Tamsin still tried to wriggle and twist, shifting her shoulders around, feeling a latex-wrapped body push back. A hand shoved against her forehead, pushing her back, before water splashed all over her face, making her gurgle and splutter, trying to keep the stuff out of her mouth. 'That's earned you longer with the blindfold - your sight is a privilege that needs to be earned.' The water-flow was viciously cold against her face, threatening to drown her if she ever opened her mouth. 'And I'm going to be gagging you again.' The ropes around her legs tightened for a moment before starting to loosen, slither-splatting to the floor. Pressure pulled on her collar, making it tighten around her neck, forcing her to stand. Her legs were weak and wobbly, pins-and-needles prickling her muscles as she followed the movement. 'I suppose this will do as well as anywhere else. For your wriggling, you don't get to be dried - you can air-dry instead.' Her cuffed wrists were pulled upwards, making her hunch over, arms going up, her butt thrusting out. She could feel something shake a little bit, from side-to-side, but the chain, or whatever it was, was firmly attached above her. 'Now, time for your gag. It's a muzzle - I suspect you might be wearing it a lot, from what I've seen.' Strong fingers grabbed her jaw and squeezed, forcing her mouth open. She tried to tense up and keep it closed, but the force was constant and strong, impossible to resist. A dense rubber lump pushed her tongue down, a leather panel pushing against her lips and face. It was hard there, stifling any sounds she made, before straps were buckled over the top and around the sides of her head. When Tamsin moved her lips, she found that the thing was firmly locked into place, firmly strapped there. 'That should keep the dribble down! Much less messy.' Her legs were aching less now, but strain was starting to put in her shoulders, forced to bend more than was comfortable. And the cold water was dripping down her, draining off her body heat, shivers starting to run through her, impossible to control. 'See? This is what you get for being naughty. Want to be hosed down again?' Tamsin couldn't even grunt through the gag, having to settle for shaking her head again, feeling damp hair slide over her face. 'Good! Nice to know that you're masochistic, but not stupid. Speaking of which, this is something you should enjoy.' Hands grabbed her hips, latex gloves taking firm hold and making her turn around, her ass still thrust out behind her. The grip was strong, fingers solidly gripping her body, her feet splashing in small puddles of cold water, a drain gurgling. 'I think thirty should be a good starting point. Normally, I'd make you count them and ask for more, but you're not allowed to speak. So I suppose you'll have to trust me to count.' She heard a whipping noise, with barely a moment to recognize it as a cane, before it sliced across her buttocks, hitting both of them. It stung her chilled skin, making her gasp into the gag, and then she was struck again. The impacts were hard enough to hurt, hard enough to take her mind off the chill of her body, but the pain kept growing with each strike, the cane welts landing atop each other. She lost track of the count herself, grunting with pain from each one. Whenever she wriggled to the side, trying to protect herself, then the angle of the strikes changed, hitting against the bone of her hips until she turned back. 'Don't be naughty! Unless you want another ten strikes?' Tamsin tried to stay in place, despite the constantly-growing pain. That it was turning her on didn't help - she could feel her pussy loosening, warm and ready to be used. Both her ass and her pussy were getting hot, but in very different ways - her buttocks felt like they were on fire, her skin bruised and welted by the cane. 'That should be enough for now. Or would you like your breasts done as well? Or maybe here?' The cane flicked up between her legs, hitting against her inner thigh. She tried to pull her legs together to protect herself, the thing sliding against her crotch, and then into her slit. Tamsin couldn't move enough to keep it out of herself, and couldn't make any sounds through the gag. It slid back and forth, making her squirm in frustrated pleasure, hating how the throbbing pain of her ass was turning her on, the woman probably able to see. She was still bumping against the chair as well, before it was pulled away, leaving her in the wet puddles, warm air coiling across her body, making her shiver more and more. 'Heh, you shivering like that isn't very cute. But hopefully you're going to start to learn to behave.' Something metal poked into her ribs. 'And here's the collar-key - remember, if you can get your collar off, then you're free to go.' It jabbed into her again, before it was pushed into her palm. 'Don't drop it!' Tamsin tightened her grip around it, feeling it press against her palm. Could she get it to her neck? She started to twist and squirm, trying to move her neck down and her hands up, while keeping her fist tightly clenched around the little metal rod. 'That's a delightful sight! I like to see a sub work themselves hard. Keep trying though - I suppose it means you'll dry faster, at least.' The cane kept sliding back and forth, stirring Tamsin up, adding another source of shivers. 'Another gift for you - I'll leave the cane there. If you've dropped it by the time I come back, then I'll be using it on you. Or possibly something else, I'm not sure yet.' It was pushed forward and then let go, nestling between Tamsin's thighs, awkwardly held there. She kept trying to reach her neck, unable to bend herself anywhere near to what would be needed to get her hands to her collar. 'Have fun! I'll be back later.' The heeled footsteps retreated, the sound changing from a hard floor to wood, then moving out of hearing as a door closed. Tamsin kept squirming and twisting, trying to keep the cane in place, while also desperately reaching for her neck, her arms aching as she desperately tried to stretch enough to reach. About the Author and Artist Melissa DuVant writes a variety of BDSM-inspired stories, such as Digital Slave and is one of the co-writers of the St Michael's University setting. When not writing, she is generally planning RPG campaigns, reading or cooking. Maid Cage Club 2: Two-Month Vintage There's always something going on at the Maid Cage Club!
There's new equipment to be tested (gas masks, vibes, and more toys), new games
(guess who is in the glory hole?) and even a special seasonal event (with the
maids changed into bunnygirls for Easter!). There's never any quiet time, with
the Bunny-bitch whipping the maids into shape when they misbehave, medical
checks and customers to please! Velvet pressed her hand against the metal wrapped around her crotch, trying to push around it. It pinched into her skin, but she ignored the pain, wanting to slide a finger beneath it, to be able to touch herself properly. She could feel her own desperate wetness, so close, but locked behind the metal - and the transparent panel in front of her slit didn't help, letting her see how aroused she was in the mirror, as she tried to touch herself! The pressure-pain against her skin was increasing, the metal chafing against her finger, scratching her skin. A flare of pain slapped against her buttock, the head of a crop impacting against her skin, jerking her out of her focus. She growled, before seeing the reflection of the Bunny-bitch behind her, petite body sheathed in her usual outfit, bunny-ears poking up from above her military cap. And tiny, even in her heels, not quite coming up to Velvet's shoulder. 'You knew what you were signing up for! And I didn't see you complaining about the payment.' She flicked her wrist again, the crop tapping against the chastity belt, before sliding against Velvet's thighs, making her spread her legs. Even that impact rippled through her, adding another pulse of pleasure to her annoyed frustration! She growled again, before wincing at another strike, unable to move away. 'It's not like most of your fanboys even want to fuck you, they just like seeing you. And you've been drinking cum - isn't that enough?' 'No! I want to be fucked! And not in the ass, that's just not the same.' She tightened her buttocks, able to feel the metal band there, holding them apart, her asshole accessible. 'And having the nurses tie me down to keep me shaved is even worse.' The damn bitches liked to tease - not just keeping her pussy nice and neat, but also sliding their latex-wrapped fingers over her slit, tapping and probing, getting her close to the edge before cooling her off with an ice cube. 'Oh, is that what the screams were? I had wondered.' The Bunny-bitch moved closer in, wrapping her arms around Velvet, lifting up her latex skirt and sliding a hand between her legs, spreading fingers over the locked-off pussy. 'Well, it's your lucky day - enough people have bid on you that you might get released. So we need to put on a show.' She tapped a finger against the pussy-panel, making Velvet shudder again, biting her lip. 'So I want you to dress up nice and pretty. Maybe those long gloves you like, and something shorter and tighter than normal? I'm sure you want a nice high price, don't you?' Velvet groaned, the pleasure throbbing, her thoughts scattered. She wanted to grab the bitch, tie her down and fist her, see how that tight, petite body reacted to a large and forced intrusion! Or even just a fuck-fest gang-bang, get that neat, black bustier of hers stained with cum, the same for her glossy black hair! She managed to suppress the moment of rage, tensing her hands until it was over. 'You mean it? I'm going to get fucked? Hard?' 'Probably. Your buyer might want to lock you away again, just for fun. But you've got your fanboy squad, so I'm sure at least one of them will want the chance to use you.' She was pressed tightly against Velvet from behind, who could feel her small breasts, as the crop slid over her legs, just above her latex stockings. 'So go dress up - I'll put you on first, so you've not got long.' She pushed Velvet away, who was already peeling her usual dress away, loving the way the latex clung and peeled off her skin, letting her go in a kissing-caress. She was careful to hang it out - she'd have to properly clean it afterwards - before picking out a different outfit, one she'd wanted to save for a special occasion. But being fucked for the first time in two months was definitely special! The skirt didn't even cover her buttocks, so short that the curves of flesh could be seen, along with the chastity belt. There was a transparent panel over her belly, showing off the soft skin and the dip of her navel, low enough to show off her sealed crotch as well. It had belt-straps around the waist, letting itself get tightened into a corset, emphasizing her waist, pushing her breasts up, and a nice, deep cleavage, to showcase her breasts as well. Every time she moved, the shiny material gleamed, even in the crappy lightning of the dressing room, and when she twisted her hips, she could feel it shift and rise slightly. Latex gloves covered her arms, leaving just a band of white skin on her upper arms, while her legs were sheathed in latex stockings, giving her nice plump thighs, helped by the three-inch heels. She tilted her head, making her hair flow over her shoulders, making sure that no strands were caught up, smiling and pouting at the mirror. She was hot normally, but dressed like this, she was certain to get attention! And a nice high bid, and maybe even several? And in the pussy as well, not just more disappointment ass-fucks! As she dressed herself, other maids entered, getting their own clothing on, tending to their makeup, the air fogging with a haze of perfume and cosmetics.. Velvet gave the mirror a final pout, before turning and heading towards the main café. She could feel how wet she was, the metal pinching at her skin, her breasts feeling tight and hot against the bodice of the dress, the latex stretching and shifting as she moved. She loved the feel of it on her skin, tight and stretchy, closer than any lover's embrace, and the way it made her skin shine. She'd rather wear a bodysuit, to feel the same touch all over her body, clinging close and hot, but the bunny-bitch normally gave her shit for it, even if she wore a maid dress over the top. But it felt so good, and made her figure amazing. As she walked, she stroked herself, enjoying the way her latex gloves stretched over her arms and on her palms, feeling the softness of her breasts through the dress, tightening her thighs, suppressing another frustrated growl from the feeling of the chastity belt there. Two months! Two bloody months, with only the occasional ass-fucking, as well as a lot of cock-sucking. The money had been good, but two months! Even with her fans paying up for pics, having to go without fucking for two months had been a torture. The closest she'd gotten had been the two nurses strapping her into their damn examination chair and teasing her, bringing her to the very edge and then using ice cubes and electricity to make her squeal. She shivered at the memory, feeling her body get even warmer. There was already an audience, murmuring amongst themselves. Velvet saw a few of her fans, "V" badges catching the light and gave them a smile. Who would be renting her for the evening? Or maybe a group purchase? The way she was feeling now, it would take more than one man to satisfy her! The lights changed, crowd fading into darkness, spotlights bursting into life, dazzling Velvet for a moment. When she could see again, the Bunny-bitch was stood at the front, microphone in hand, the chatter of the crowd going silent. Unusually, the nurses were with her, wearing their tight latex mini-dresses, a matched pair in black-and-white, faces covered by surgical masks, gloves and stockings sheathing their arms and legs. 'Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the Maid Cage Club, where your pleasure is our passion! Before the usual entertainments start, we have something special - little Miss Velvet, our latex lover and shiny queen, is now being released from her chastity!' Velvet curtseyed, lifting up her dress to show off the metal belt, twisting her hips, enjoying being looked at, smiling into the darkness. 'Open bids, ladies, gentlemen and others! Who wants to be the first to see what two months without pleasure does to her? She's going to be lovely and wet and ready!' She heard shouts from the crowd, and could see the movement of hands being raised, the price going up satisfyingly fast. Even with the club taking it's cut, it would be a nice bonus for her as well! Maybe enough for some new bodysuits? Or something custom? As it ticked higher and higher, she posed and preened, half-turning to show off her backside, then bending over to make her dress tighten over her breasts. She wanted someone with a lot of stamina, or, even better a group! The bidding slowed down as she continued to pose, the Bunny-bitch working the crowd. Despite being a bitch, she was a good MC, encouraging the crowd, working them up and getting them excited. A hand touched against her feeling, latex-smooth, the sensation making her purr in pleasure, before seeing it was one of the nurses, the one in white. Another hand pressed against her torso, fingers jabbing just beneath her ribs, making her wince and gasp. Fingers tightened on her shoulder, pulling her backwards, the other maids parting to let her through. 'And going thrice - the Miss Velvet fanclub! In a specially arranged "snap the choker" challenge.' Velvet had to resist a groan. Oral throat-fuck? She wanted her pussy stuffed! But she let herself be dragged by the maid, not wanting those fingers to jab into her kidneys in painful little strikes. The other nurse was opening up the booth, revealing a device of shining steel, a heavy chair, a notch cut into the back, and heavy metal restraints, ready to bind the occupant. And a motorized dildo, positioned at the ready, between where her legs would go. It was a nice large one, covered with pleasing bumps and lumps, and she felt herself tingle again, wanting it inside of her already. She pulled herself out of the grasp of the nurse, settling herself into the chair, feeling it leech away her heat, the metal chill against her skin. She could lean her head far back, feeling her throat stretch out, the world tilting, now mostly upside down. Her arms settled into place, metal cuffs fastening over her wrists, the padding on the inside making them a little more comfortable. More cuffs clicked around her ankles, holding her legs spread, air kissing against her inner thighs. The white nurse brushed hair from Velvet's face, before sliding a finger over her throat. A band was passed over her skin - a choker made of thin fabric, prone to tearing. Well, at least if someone with a big enough cock fucked her throat hard enough! She wanted the dildo though, to have that cock thrusting into her, rough and hard. If she had that, then she didn't care what was done to her throat. Everything being upside-down made it all seem strange, the lights shining down from the ceiling glaring in her eyes. The Bunny-bitch led a group of men - the winners, her fan-club - over to her, explaining the rules. '...rough as you like, she's used to it. Whoever snaps the choker gets to fuck her sweet little pussy, which is sure to be nice and tight now. And our lovely nurses are testing a new device.' Velvet tensed up. What new device? She just wanted to be fucked, she didn't want to be a test subject! 'They've got some numbing gel, so we can get Miss Velvet nice and warmed up for you, but without ever getting her too hot. At least until someone wins her.' A latex-wrapped hand covered over Velvet's mouth, swallowing any protest she might have made, pressing down against her lips. More smooth fingers brushed over her thighs, touching against the belt, and she lifted her hips. There was a crisp, beautiful click, and she felt the pressure ease, the crotch-panel getting pulled away, blissfully cool air kissing against her cunt, her desire surging sharply enough to make her gasp. Fingers probed against her cunt, easily sliding into her, and she felt her body tighten, greedy for more, before they withdrew. The dildo pushed against her, the tip just lightly penetrating. She couldn't close her legs - not that she wanted to - but when she tried to bump her hips forward, a hand pushed her down, before a band stretched across her belly, elastic but without enough give to let her take the cock into herself. She growled from behind the gagging hand, glaring up into the eyes of the nurse. They laughed, the sound made strange by the surgical mask, before she withdrew her hand and stood aside. Velvet could see her fanclub, all arranged, the first few already being stroked by some of the other maids, getting them prepared. The Bunny-bitch stalked forward, crop in hand, leaning over Velvet to slide it over her body. When it touched against her thigh, she shivered, and then it raised up and flicked down, cracking against the top of her slit. She twitched, feeling the restraints easily take her movement, not letting her free, pain-pleasure coiling through her body. 'She's nice and ready for you! Let's see who can stretch that throat out!' The crop flicked again, hitting the same spot, tears forming in Velvet's eyes, her pussy still teased by the cock, just slightly entering into her. It was impossible to shift herself forward, no matter how much she wanted to! And her pussy ached, from the bloody Bunny-bitch and her bloody crop! Another stinging impact, making her body jangle and ache, but one of the men opened up his flies, his cock already half-erect. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out. It was a decent-sized cock, the tip red. And then another flick of the crop, making her hiss in pain, her vision blurring for a moment. Hands grasped her head, cautiously at first before tightening, her view now limited by the man's shadow, his cock bumping against her lips. She could smell him, the scent of his soap as well as the fleshier, sweaty tang beneath, making her mouth water, as he drew back and then pushed his hips forward, the cock sliding between her lips, and into her throat. His balls slapped against her nose, the hair prickling her. She let herself relax as much as she could, the cock sliding deep into her throat. The choker-band stretched, but didn't snap, as he started to twist his hips back and forth, balls slapping against her face. There was the vague background noise of the Bunny-bitch giving commentary, but Velvet could barely hear it, as she let the cock slide into her, twisting her tongue around, trying to get him off as soon as possible. The cock pushed into her, making her gasp around the penis in her mouth - but it felt cold, her body not reacting. She mewled around the shaft in her mouth, wanting to feel the hot rush of pleasure and release, but there was nothing there - she could feel that she was filled and stuffed, but nothing else, despite how desperate she was! And then the man came. A blast of cum in her mouth and down her throat, making her cough and splutter, the taste flowing over her tongue. She could feel her eyes water as it withdrew, the wet shaft slapping her face on the way out. There was only a few seconds before the next one, a stronger grip, sliding straight into her mouth. This one was more forceful, thrusting his hips with greater vigor, his cock pumping all the way in then out again. Slobber started to spill from her mouth, down her face, and then onto her forehead, making her feel dirty and sticky. The cum-taste in her mouth, and the flavor of the fresh cock, was sending her into a swirl of lust. The dildo-shaft pushed deeper into her, spreading the numbing coolness - she could feel it penetrating into her, spreading her wide, but there was no pleasure, just the sensation of being filled. The man pulled back, thrust forward, making her throat stretch out, pulling out again, and then he came. The blast of cum hit her in the cheek, a stream of sticky gobbets, the scent overwhelming. She went limp, although it was hard to think or force herself to move, as another man moved in, eager to start using her. She just barely had time to swallow, taste of semen sharp and strong, before her throat was used again. The dildo was moving still, sliding in and out, and she had to force her body to tighten around it, trying to force herself to feel pleasure, but whatever those bloody nurses had put on it was making her numb and cold, making it impossible to get off. And she was tied into place, with a cock in her throat, so it was impossible to protest or do anything else, other than endure. At least she had the satisfaction of a cock in her mouth, even if it was starting to make her throat sore - she'd never deepthroated in this position before! She pushed her lips together, suckling the hard cock-shaft, flicking her tongue over the crown, then the length as it shoved into her mouth. Hands gripped her head painfully tight, pressing against either side, dragging at her, the cock impaling her throat. She could feel the choker stretching over her throat, willing it to break - and then she could go and be fucked normally! But it didn't break, as her throat was ravaged again, another blast of cum shooting straight into her throat. It was getting hard to breath now, her mouth blocked, her nose right up against the man's ball-sack, his cock remaining in her mouth, still hard even after his climax. His cum mixed with her spit, as she tried to push it out with her tongue, wanting the next cock already. The dildo twisted in, the cold throbbing making her whine - it wasn't fair being made numb down there! She was so wet and loose that the dildo was sliding in easily, stretching her out, but there was no pleasure, at all! As the cock withdrew, she gulped in several swift pants, trying to recover her strength, just long enough before another shaft impaled her throat. She was aching now - she'd be struggling to talk after this, her voice all raspy and rough. This cock felt huge, or maybe her throat was just sore now, stretched out by the previous cocks. This one grasped her throat, a thumb pressing down on the top, making her feel the stretching out of her skin even more, as her throat was made to expand around the intrusion. How big was he? He felt huge! And the way he squeezed her throat - a firm grip, pressing down against his cock through her skin. He squeezed again, and she went limp, unable to find the strength to do anything else, her vision blurring. The pressure on her throat started to change, and then she heard a distinct snap, the choker breaking. She managed to find the strength to wriggle, slapping her hands against the arms of the chair. Someone had won! Now could she have regular sex? The cock continued to slide back and forth, as she twisted her hands around, grunting around the shaft. It withdrew, leaving her gasping, wincing as it slapped her across the face. 'And we have a winner!' As her strength returned, she started to twist more, wanting to be set free. She still wanted to be fucked, even if she was numb, but that would need her being freed! 'Time for the competitor to claim his prize!' The metal cuffs on her arms and legs both clicked open, and she sat up, ignoring the semen and spittle that was starting to crust on her face. She stood up and turned around, stepping towards the man, shoving the Bunny-bitch out of the way. The man still had his cock out and gawped at her, as she pressed in close to him. 'You are going to fuck me raw! And I'm not letting you go until you make me cum.' She reached down and squeezed his balls, not letting go and dragging him away, using her other hand to finger herself, trying to restore heat and pleasure to her body. She'd get off if it was the last damn thing she did! |