Lawyers in Love - Part 1
This is an ongoing story with over 200 pages
A story by JRN for the wife he adores...
She looked down at the bracelets on her wrists. They were stainless steel,
shiny, almost sexy and VERY secure. She pulled at the handcuffs again for the
fiftieth time that evening. the result was always the same. Flesh and bone
versus steel and the steel always won. The shoulder length leather gloves
protected her wrists from the bite of the metal. she let her arms relax against
her body, the snug chain around her waist never letting them move more than
few inches from her body. the chain padlocked behind her back and ran down to
pair of leg irons around her booted ankles. She could still do most of her
household chores like this but there was no chance of escaping the solid chains
without the keys. Mopping and sweeping, dusting and vacuuming could be done
with some effort, and she had even learned to do the dishes and fold small items
with a little practice. She had, had alot of practice. She sucked in the
rubber phallus in her mouth and hummed a soft tune through her gag. The leather
panel that covered her face fro her chin to her nose muted out almost all of the
sound.
He looked up from the book he was reading and saw her standing in the doorway.
A vision of erotic loveliness. She was dressed in a frilly French maid uniform
of glossy satin. The dark silkiness a perfect contrast against her creamy skin,
as was the little white lace hat against her mane of shoulder length hair. He
admired her figure, not the barbie doll that some men wanted, but perfect in
every aspect to him. Her starched white apron was edged with the same white
lace as her sleeves and cap. The neckline plunged in a way not to be obscene,
but to accentuate her ample breasts. The short hem of her skirt gave just a
glance of her fishnet stockings before her thigh high, spiked heeled boots
began. "Come in my love. All finished with your chores?" She gave a nod as
she glided into the room. He never understood how she could move so gracefully
in the high heeled boots and chains, but the again, she did get plenty of
practice. It was her favorite outfit, and he couldn't blame her. He loved the
way she looked in it, the contrast between the shiny satin material and the
slick black leather of the long gloves and boots. She shuffled in and sat down,
putting her head on his shoulder. She looked into his eyes longingly with her
big green emerald eyes. she batted her eyelashes in a flirtatious manner and
nuzzled his cheek with her flowing mane of hair. She turned her head away,
offering him the small padlock on the buckle of the gag. "Mot yet baby." He
pulled a padded blindfold out of his back pocket and buckled it securely over
her eyes., blocking out all light.
She felt safe and secure. She sensed movement and soon her arms were moved from
in front of her to the rear and the handcuffs were re-locked behind her back. A
final click and they were again padlocked to the chain around her wrist. He put
his hands under her arms and gently lifted her to her feet, propelling her
blindly into the hallway. He held her tightly against him as he forced her up
the stairway. Her bound hands could feel his erection through the leather of
the skintight gloves. She gave him a little squeeze. At the top of the stairs
they turned left and she knew they were entering their bedroom. He gently
manoeuvred her face down on the big four poster bed. She felt a tug on her
ankle chain, and her legs were forced up and open like a frog. Lubricant was
applied to her anus, and she knew what was coming next. The butt plug felt huge
as he eased it past her sphincter, but it was actually the size he always used.
The size that she liked. The ring of muscle gradually relented to the rubber
intruded and it slid all the way in, settling itself nicely in place. When the
widest part made it past, she let out a small, mute groan into her gag, and
shuddered in a mini orgasm. Next came the wide, eight inch long, ribbed
vibrator, which he worked slowly and sensuously into her. No lubrication needed
for this one, she was as wet as ever. Both plugs were secured in place with an
elastic crotchstrap, allowing her to push the dildo out just a bit with her
vaginal muscle, and the butt plug to shift withe very movement. He pulled again
on the shackle chain, this time attaching it with a small padlock to the chain
running around her waist. She was now secured in a tight hogtie, or a frogtie,
since her knees were then forced apart by him. He buckled a leather cuff above
either knee, and fixed a spreader bar between them. She tried to close her
legs, to no avail. Ropes were then tied from either knee to the posts on the
footboard of the bed. He caressed her face and she cooed into the gag. He ran
his hands through her hair, lovingly combing it with his finger and pulling the
trapped ends out from beneath the plug gag strap. He slowly pulled a discipline
hood over her head smoothing it down over every curve of her face. "Does that
feel okay?" She nodded the best she could, as he tightened the laces down the
back, tying them at the base of her neck in a double knot. Another rope was run
from her ever present locking collar to the headboard of the bed, holding her
totally immobile. She jumped as both devices inside her hummed to life. She
was floating in an orgasmic bliss as she thought of how it had all begun...
