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Before Double Trouble VI
Lori was startled awake by the sheet being pulled from her body. She started to scream, but a hand clamped over her mouth. Then, “Sssh,” came Josh’s voice.
Josh was home! Lori could hardly believe it; it was still dark outside, and the alarm clock read just 3:35 AM. She twisted around to wrap her arms around her lover, but was brought up short by her ankle cuffs, locked together, and her wrist cuffs, also locked together behind her back. That’s when she remembered self-bondaging herself before falling asleep.
“Hi babe,” Josh said as he stroked one of her full breasts. “Miss me?”
“Oh, Josh, you’ll never know how much!” she responded eagerly. “What are you doing home so soon?”
“Business later, Lori. Right now I have to show you just how much I missed you. Where the heck are the keys to these locks on your cuffs?”
“Aargh, I forgot. I threw them away somewhere in the room.” After a few minutes, Josh was able to find the keys and returned to unlock his girl’s ankle and wrist cuffs. Switching her wrists to her front, he reapplied that lock. Lori sighed happily and closed her eyes … damn, her cunt was already starting to leak some love juice as she looked forward to what was to come.
Josh stretched her cuffed wrists upwards towards the head of their bed, hooking them to a handy hasp installed for just such a purpose. While Lori licked her lips and made happy noises, Josh stretched her legs down towards the foot of the bed. He spread her legs widely and connected some straps already attached to the bed’s end to her ankle cuffs. Josh tightened the straps until Lori was stretched to the max, then tied them off. He now took the two pillows and, lifting her taut body with some effort, slipped the pillows under her ass.
Lori’s body was as close to perfection as he had yet seen; her breasts still jutted out despite the upward pull on her arms, and her flat belly, small waist and glistening pussy pulled at him like a magnet. Josh very quickly became naked, tossing his clothes willy-nilly about the bedroom.
Josh kneeled between Lori’s outstretched legs and, to the accompaniment of loud moans of pleasure from his sex/bondage/pain slut girl, bent to his girl’s glistening cunt. With his thumbs, he spread her labia to reveal the pink inner core of her pussy, then lowered his head to give his lady a thorough cunt licking.
Lori, her body twitching as much as it was able in reaction to his excellent pussy-eating attack, quickly reached sensory overload. With a soft scream of pleasure, his girl reached the first of what would be multiple orgasms. How could she help it? Lori had been so sexually frustrated, for so long, that her overdue climaxes began to take over her body, as though she had no control.
After her second or third orgasm, Josh had to wipe her pussy juice off his face with a towel before switching his attentions to her breasts and now very erect nipples. He tongued all around her magnificent boobs, ending by gently biting her ‘kiss me please’ nipples, now at very strict attention.
Although her tight-spread bondage limited Lori’s responses, her long-denied sexual urges took over. She moaned in pleasure constantly, and ongoing orgasms threatened to denude the girl of all rational thought. Josh’s tongue kept up its assault on her boobs and nipples, and her climaxes just kept coming.
Finally, his cock as rigid as a flagpole, Josh eased it into Lori’s sweet pussy, and the girl uttered a long “aaaahh” of satisfaction. At last! He plunged his dick as deeply into her inner sexual core as he could; still biting her dear nipples, Josh withdrew only to impale Lori again. And again, on and on; she kept moaning throughout her intense pleasure, then loudly enough to wake the neighbors, almost.
She felt his muscles tense, and knew that Josh was close to climaxing. Her vaginal muscles continued to milk his cock, but now with new urgency. Crying out, Josh came with an orgasmic explosion as his cum fire hosed into her receptive pussy. Lori thought she had gone to heaven, without the unpleasant necessity of dying first.
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Lori came awake slowly; after their frantic love making, she had dropped back off to sleep, although still bondaged in a very strict Y-tie. Turning her head, she saw that Josh was still dead to the world.
“Josh,” she called softly – no response. “JOSH!” she almost shouted, and that did the trick. Her lover stirred, then opened his eyes, still gummy from sleep.
“Hi again, doll. How are you doing now?” he asked.
“Well, my muscles are a bit sore from being stretched so long, but sexually? I’ve never been better, my dear lover,” she smiled at him. Josh sat up then, and realized that Lori was still in her tie.
“Let me get you out of that, babe,” he said, and followed up by loosing the straps holding her cuffed ankles and legs so stringently split wide. Lori stretched her legs luxuriously as Josh continued by unhooking her wrist cuffs from the head of the bed.
“You can get the cuffs off yourself,” he told her as he turned to climb off the bed and head for the shower. She joined him a few minutes later, and they had a delightful wet-down together. Lori surprised him by dropping to her knees as the water cascaded down; taking his soft cock in her mouth, she began tonguing and licking and sucking him until he was once again at rigid attention.
Lori continued her oral ministrations lovingly, now stroking his bulging balls, now digging her nails into his ass as his muscles tensed. Soon enough he had erupted into her mouth and throat, his pubic hair mashed against her mouth and nose as she deep-throated him magnificently. She held his slowly softening dick in her mouth, continuing to lave it with her tongue. Finally she released him, turned off the water, and they both exited the shower to towel each other off.
“Hey, I almost forgot – how did you do down in New Orleans?” she asked.
“We got the deal!” he said triumphantly. “They really liked my initial designs, and said they would cable my boss and ask that I be made the lead designer for their project.”
“That’s wonderful!” she exclaimed, hugging him closely. “I want you to take me down to the ‘fun room’ and have some fun with me,” Lori added mischievously.
“Hmm, you have a point, babe,” he grinned at her. “Clean yourself out well inside, front and back, then report down to me in ten minutes. I’ll go down and set up.”
“Yes, master, right away master,” she taunted him, but with a smile.
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True to her word, Lori met Josh in their fun room/dungeon, the large 30’ X 30’ room in the basement. Josh motioned for her to drop her robe as he lowered the ‘hanging bar’ down. Directing her to stand beneath it, he attached her wrists to the attached suspension cuffs, then powered it up until she was in a comfortable position, her hands and upper arms about two feet apart.
Josh turned around to dig into a gift box sitting on a side counter. Peeling off the onion wrap within, he withdrew a red satin corset, the most beautiful that Lori had ever seen.
“Oh Josh, it’s absolutely gorgeous,” she gushed.
“Once the deal was locked in, I went shopping to get you something special to wear,” he told her, holding it up so that she could better see the detail. “You’ll soon find out how special it is,” he continued, walking over to where she stood.
Josh wrapped the below-bust, over-hips corset around her sumptuous body, and began the chore of lacing it up.
“Your waist is what, 25 inches?” he asked as he worked.
“Just under that,” she replied. “I think about 24 1/2 inches.”
“Well,” Josh replied, “this baby has the capacity for a six inch pull. Let’s see if we can get you down to less than 19 inches.”
‘Oh my,’ thought Lori happily. She loved tight corsets, loved the severe constriction it brought, the delicious feeling of being tightly compressed. She was also aware of the marvelous way her already lush body looked when confined in that manner.
Josh kept up his lacing efforts, slowly drawing the corset more and more tightly about her. He stopped a few times to give her a few minutes to get used to the boned corset’s grip, and to adjust her breathing to accommodate it. Continuing his work, after ten more minutes it was as tightly laced as he could manage, and Lori’s waist had indeed been squeezed down to just under 19 inches (he measured it). That done, he engaged the power hoist to lift the lacing bar, and her arms, straight up. He continued until Lori’s toes were just brushing the carpeted floor of the fun room, then stopped.
“Now,” he told the gasping girl as she struggled to breathe within the corset’s very strict embrace, “Let’s see if we can’t get an extra half-inch or so of pull.” Josh reattacked the lacings and, bit by bit, was able to squeeze Lori’s waist down to just a bit over 18”. Satisfied, he tied off the laces, inserted the extra lengths through the top lace, and covered the lacings with the attached panel on the corset.
Lori, her arms stretched high over her head, toes barely in contact with the carpeted floor, could hardly breathe. She saw her mirror image, her boobs a bit flattened from the strain, but still pushed up and out by the corset, proudly pointing straight ahead, and her waist so small that it almost seemed grotesque. Her hips appeared to bloom beneath the corset like tulips from their stems. Josh allowed her a few minutes to get her breathing into a more-or-less comfortable rhythm.
He went back to the gift box to return with one more item, a seemingly-huge dildo, and returned to the suspended girl. The dildo had bumps and veins all over it, to enhance the feeling she would experience once it was buried deep within her. It also had numerous little plastic spikes that would tease and torture her, and further enhance her discomfort/pleasure.
Josh lubed up the nine-inch monster, then began to insert it slowly into Lori’s already-dripping pussy. Inch by inch the dildo invaded her, each vein, bump and little plastic spike making themselves felt to her. Josh stopped the insertion from time to time, to pull the dildo out a few inches and wiggle it around in circles, to Lori’s delight, before resuming its inward passage. She grunted as the rubber cock slowly slid into her, deeper and deeper, sighing loudly when it was at last fully entrenched within her love canal.
Her corset didn’t have a crotch strap attached, so Josh had to encircle Lori’s miniscule waist with a two-inch wide bondage belt that did have such a strap. Cinching it closed as tightly as he could manage, Josh took the hanging strap and tugged it down between his girl’s lovely ass cheeks, through her loins, and over the fat end of the dildo. Taking a heavy strain on the strap, he pulled it through the D-ring at the front of the belt and secured it.
Lori was in bondage heaven/hell. Her waist had been compressed to near-invisibility, and now her pussy was so full with a huge spiky dildo such that she thought she could feel every single spike teasing/tormenting her inner sexual core. Being the bondage/pain slut that she was, Lori was not at all surprised to find her sexual hot flashes ramping up rapidly.
Reaching over towards one wall of the fun room, Josh selected a single-tail whip designed to really sting, but not do any real damage. Turning back to Lori, he snapped the whip out to strike right across her jutting ass cheeks. Lori moaned; it hurt, but was a nice hurt. “One,” he said.
Josh settled into a routine, snapping the whip against her bottom every five seconds or so. Top of her ass; “Sixteen”. Middle of her ass; “Twenty-four.” Underneath her ass cheeks: “Thirty-nine.” Tops of her thighs; “Fifty-three.” Back to the middle of her butt; “Eighty-seven.” Lori was crying softly after ten minutes of his efforts, and her ass was a glowing pinkish red, when Josh at last put down the whip. He approached Lori’s swaying form to caress her outthrust breasts, and tweak her very erect nipples. While doing that, he kissed his girl fully on the lips – Lori responded warmly, passionately embracing his tongue with her own, even as her ass gradually changed from burning to a source of sexual charge for the girl. Her pussy juices, running down the insides of her legs, attested to her erotic state.
“OK,” Josh said after a few minutes, “you’ve hung around long enough. Time to let you stand for awhile.”
Releasing Lori from the lacing bar and slowly removing the big dildo that had so recently held her cunt captive (‘ooohh,’ she felt when it had finally been extracted, ‘those damned little plastic spikes were real torture … and incredible pleasure,’), he began to gather the various items that would constitute her next tie. Lori massaged her arms and legs while sitting on a nearby chair with some difficulty – the corset was no less strict than it had been earlier.
Josh approached her now with her ballet boots with the crazy eight inch stiletto heels. She extended her right leg to fit her toes into the cramped toe portion, her foot forced into a severe arch in the process. Once her foot was fully ensconced in the bottom portion, Josh began lacing the boot up to her knee, slowly and patiently. Lori felt the length of the boot tighten more and more as he worked up her leg, until her calf was lovingly squeezed in a leather embrace. Josh then attended to her left leg in the same manner.
He had Lori walk around a bit until she felt comfortable (except for her toes, which bore all her weight). She had worn the boots many times before and, while never quite getting used to the strain of her arched feet or the pressure on her toes, was otherwise quite satisfied with their feel.
At Josh’s direction, Lori stood on tip-toe beneath a hoist with a slim chain hanging from it. Her lover continued with her bondage by lacing a leather helmet tightly around her head. Her hair, earlier braided by her after Josh had told her to do it following her enemas, went through a hole in the top of the helmet. Lori’s eyes, nose and mouth went uncovered.
Soon enough her head was tightly enwrapped by the helmet; Josh now added a thick 3” leather collar around her neck, running the three small straps at its back through their corresponding buckles. The collar had a large O-ring in back, from which a short chain hung. Josh removed her suspension wrist cuffs but replaced them with regular two inch leather cuffs. With Lori’s help, he guided her arms upwards behind her back until he was able to connect the end of the chain from her collar to the D-rings in the cuffs. She ended up with her arms bent double, her wrists secured high up behind her back.
‘Boy,’ she thought, ‘he’s really doing this up right.’
Josh lowered the chain on the hoist enough so that he could tie Lori’s braided hair loosely to the ring at the end of the chain. Lori moaned when she saw the alligator clamps in his hands … those damned things really hurt, at least initially. He proceeded to clamp her right nipple first, the tiny teeth of the clamp biting on that sensitive nub (‘OUCH!’), and then did the same to her left nipple (‘OUCH’ again).
Now came the devilish part. Attaching the chain between the clamps to yet another chain, Josh linked the other end around the ring holding her braid. He clicked the hoist remote, and the hanging chain began to ascend. He had to adjust the chain from her nipple clamps a couple of times before it was taut enough for his satisfaction, then stepped back to admire his very bondaged lover.
She was teetering atop her ballet boots, waist very strictly compressed by the corset, her head held rigid by the helmet, neck cuff, and braided hair tie, her hands held high on her back. She was also having to make tiny adjustments so that the upwards pull from the clamps on her nipples was as less-uncomfortable as possible. As she became used to her tie, Lori noted that the bite of the alligator clamps had lessened somewhat, to be replaced by the mounting eroticism that she always received when wearing clamps.
Josh wasn’t through, though. He took the big dildo that had so recently teased/tortured her pussy and, after lubing up her ass rose bud, began to insert it into her anus. Lori flinched at that, thus inadvertently tugging on her nipples and hair tie. She could just picture how that monster was going to torment her ass canal, while at the same time looking forward to the fullness it would provide, and the orgasmic pleasure to come from that.
Josh slowly worked the big dildo into her ass, twisting it as he went so the veins, bumps and little plastic spikes could each brush against her sphincter in turn. Lori moaned and grunted as her ass was stretched by the dildo’s girth, and then stretched even more. At last she was completely impaled, and Josh could lock it in place by the strap hanging from her bondage belt. Pulling on it tightly, he passed the strap over her ass invader (‘oog’ Lori murmured as the last half-inch of it slid in). Josh pulled the strap through her loins and, making sure it was perfectly centered between her spread pussy lips, secured it tightly to the D-ring on the front of her corset.
“Well, that ought to hold you, Lori. I’m going upstairs to check on my e-mail, but I’ll be back before too long,” he told his strictly bondaged girl. With that, he turned and went upstairs.
Lori could feel her pussy coming erotically alive beneath the strap that split her labia, as the first bit of cunt juice trickled out and down her legs. Her already small waist had been compressed to an even 18”, her arms already starting to ache in their high-on-the-back position, her neck was rigidly held in position by the hood and neck cuffs; she was being assaulted by the large invader up her ass, and her nipples and hair braid were constantly being tugged on as she fought to maintain her balance in the stiletto-heeled ballet boots. She loved it!! Sexual pleasure fought with her discomfort … and won by a landslide.
Josh returned an hour later. Lori was unsurprisingly still in the same position, but now evidence of multiple climaxes was evident in the glistening pool of cum between her booted feet, and all up and down her legs. Josh carefully released his bondage slut from her tie, nipple clamps first. (‘OOWWW!’ as the blood rushed back into her previously squashed nipples).
At last Lori was free of all restraints, including her beautiful new corset; she lay unmoving on the mat for a few minutes, then began to tentatively exercise her tensed muscles. When she was more-or-less back to being the lush Lori again, Josh helped her up the stairs to their shower for clean up. When she emerged from the shower and dried off, Josh called to her from the bedroom.
“I almost forgot,” he began, “but I’ve set up a lunch date with an old friend and his girl for next Saturday.”
“OK hon,” she answered while toweling her hair. “Just let me know when I have to start getting ready.”
“Will do,” he replied.
(This is the end of the Before Double Trouble section)
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