To Catch a Smuggler
By BlueWords
Chapter 8
He lead her by the leash off to the other side of the room. Rhianna was
a bit embarrassed by having to walk through the crowd naked, on a
leash. She noticed that she was getting stares, too. She couldn't
decide on what to do with her hands. She wanted to cover herself with
them, but knew that would not be appropriate. She almost wished that he
had hooked them back together behind her, at least she wouldn't have
the temptation to bring them up over her breasts. Finally, she decided
to hold them together behind her back herself, feeling this was a
properly submissive gesture.
Anderson led her to another alcove that was currently unoccupied. There
was a low wide leather ottoman there. It had been modified with places
to attach chains or ropes on the sides. Anderson had Rhianna sit on the
edge of the stool while he set her dress down and retrieved some rope.
"Lay down, pet, on your back," he told her. She did so, and he began to
tie her to the stool. Using her cuffs and the hooks on the ottoman's
side, he bound her arms, then her legs, so that she had very little
movement. When he was done, her legs were spread wide, bent at the
knee. She could lift her head, but otherwise was helpless.
He got a set of nipple clamps, and showed them to her. "They aren't set
very tight at all, it will be more like a kiss than a pinch." He bent
down and sucked on her right nipple, making it very hard. Then he
gently applied one of the clamps. It was tight enough to hold on to the
nipple when pulled, but didn't hurt at all. He did the same to the left
nipple. Rhianna was slightly squirming now. She'd never had nipple
clamps on before, and she found them very distracting, causing all
sorts of odd sensations. Anderson lifted the chain between the clamps a
little, and Rhianna let out a low moan.
Anderson dropped the chain and went off to get something else. He bent
in front of her and she had a hard time seeing what he was up to. She
turned her head and looked out into the crowd. A few people had
gathered to watch as Anderson did whatever he was doing, and Rhianna
felt her skin flush in embarrassment.
She felt his fingers between her legs, touching her anus. "Oh, sir,"
she said breathlessly.
"Relax, pet. Relax and enjoy it." His voice was calm and soothing, and
Rhianna felt a little better about it all, knowing he was the one
there, doing all these things to her.
Anderson slowly pushed a lubricated finger into her anus, and moved it
around. Rhianna moaned again. He removed his finger, but replaced it
with something slightly harder and slightly bigger. Rhianna had never
seen a butt plug before, and now she had a thin one inside her.
Anderson trailed a finger up her slit and lightly grazed her clit. "Oh,
god," she said involuntarily. Her rational thought was quickly leaving
her. Even though she was tied down, what he was doing was really
turning her on. Maybe even because she was tied down. A finger entered
her cunt, and she realized that she was very wet. I'm an FBI agent, she
tried to think, but somehow it didn't seem to matter right then. She
wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.
He continued to tease her with just one finger for a while, pushing it
into her slick cunt, lightly touching her clit on occasion. He stood up
and removed his jacket, and then knelt back down and continued his
maddening assault. When his tongue passed over her now engorged cunt
lips, she gasped.
"Oh, sir, uh, master!" she moaned. She wanted to beg him to continue,
but he only teased her some more. Feelings were building in her, but
they never reached the boiling point. Finally she couldn't take it
anymore.
"Please, master," she said.
"What, slave?" he asked.
She tossed her head from side to side. Why couldn't he just let her
come? "Please, master, let your slave come. Please?" She sounded so
pitiful, even to herself, but she no longer cared.
He didn't answer, but just kept up his slow torture. From somewhere he
had gotten a thin vibrator and it was buzzing in his hands. He rubbed
it gently up and down her labia and pushed it a short ways into her
vagina, but avoided touching her clitoris. Rhianna felt that she was so
close. She wasn't thinking much about her role-playing, only her need
to come. Some where in the back of her mind, she heard Tonya telling
her that slaves weren't supposed to come until their master let them.
"Please, master," she pleaded again, "please let me come."
"You may, when I tell you to," he replied. He continued to tease her
with the vibrator. Then he held it over her clit. "All right, pet,
now," and he placed the buzzing tool directly on her now engorged
button.
Her orgasm hit her immediately and seemed to explode through her.
Rhianna screamed out and bucked against the stool. Anderson didn't let
up, and her orgasm blasted away any thoughts she might have had.
Finally, he let her come down from it. Tears streamed down her face,
running her makeup. When she could think again, she felt like she had
just run several miles. The fluid from her cunt had run down her legs
and stained the leather stool. Rhianna felt great, but exhausted.
"How did you like your first orgasm of the night, pet?"
Rhianna was going to answer that she loved it, when she realized what
he said. "First, master?" He just laughed in reply.
Anderson retrieved something else, and Rhianna wondered how much she
could take. He fastened a strap around each of her legs, high on the
thigh. Then he place something that was attached to the straps over her
clit, snuggling it between her lips. He removed the plug from her anus,
and slowly slid a thin vibrator in its place. Then he turned them both
on.
Rhianna's mouth formed an 'O', but no sounds came until after her
orgasm hit her a few seconds later. This one seemed to last forever.
Rhianna thought she might have passed out briefly, because when she
came to her senses, the two vibrators were gone.
Anderson played her for a long time. She lost track of how many orgasms
he had given her. Sometimes she pleaded to come, but most of the time
she just screamed out her pleasure. He occasionally gave her a sip of
water to help wet her mouth. At one point he removed the nipple clamps
and that set off another orgasm. He replaced them, set slightly
tighter. The small butt plug was exchanged for a little large one, and
she'd had many different types of dildoes and vibrators on and in her.
It seemed like days to Rhianna, but it was really only an hour or so.
Anderson had teased her mercilessly for a while, not allowing her to
orgasm, but bringing her close over and over again. Finally, she
thought she realized what he wanted, what he wanted from her, for her
to say. And she knew that she wanted it, too.
"Please, master, please make love to me," she asked between moans.
Not stopping what he was doing, he goaded her. "What?"
"Please, master," she asked again, almost whispering, "please fuck me."
"What?" he asked her again, pretending not to hear.
"Please," she begged, unashamed now, her world reduced to a glowing
spot between her legs. "Please, master, fuck your - slave."
For his part, he could take no more. He originally had not planned to
do anything but drive her wild, over and over again. He found that he
was so hard he could no longer stand it. He stood up and unzipped his
pants and pulled them down lightly, letting out his jutting cock. He
bent over and fingered her some more, causing more moans. He gently
tugged on the chain connecting her breasts, causing yet further moans.
"Fuck me master, fuck your slave, please, fuck me," she begged aloud,
unabashed.
That had been what he was waiting for. He knelt down in front of her
and quickly pushed his penis into her wet cunt. Rhianna was no longer
thinking of anything except how good it felt right then. "Oh, god,
master," she softly cried out, as he began to pick up the pace. He
leaned up and over her, his hands on the stool at her sides, his arms
holding him up. Rhianna couldn't remember when she'd made love like
this, if ever. She saw and felt the attraction of being tied down,
unable to do anything but feel the pleasure.
She looked up and saw him over her. He was looking at her intensely,
and she wished she could kiss him. She vaguely remembered she was
acting at something, that she was supposed to be submissive.
"Master," she said breathlessly, "I, may I come?"
As an answer, he leaned down to kiss her deeply on the lips. Rhianna's
mind left her then, blown away by yet another powerful orgasm. Waves of
pleasure radiated through her. The only thought she had was how happy
she was when she noticed his face turn into a sensual grimace,
indicating his orgasm. She felt him pulse inside her.
Rhianna was slowly coming back down off of her high, basking in the
wonderful feelings running through her body. Anderson had slowed down,
but not totally stopped thrusting into her.
"Oh, Matthew," she said.
"You're welcome, pet," he whispered to her, kissing her, either failing
to notice or ignoring her breach in protocol.
To her surprise, he began to pick up his pace again. She looked at him,
eyes wide, as she began building to another orgasm. "Master?" she
asked, and he laughed, and began fucking her stronger.
"Oh god, master," was all she could get out before her words turned to
continuous moans.
***
He had untied her, and she had barely been able to sit up. She had
never felt so - so well fucked. Her body was tingling all over, and she
was covered in a sheen of perspiration. No she thought, sweat. Her cunt
was still throbbing, and she was surprised to find out how wet the
stool had become. She looked up to find Matthew coming back with two
glasses of champagne. He handed one to her and stood before her.
"Thank you, master," she said.
"How do you feel, pet, after your first time at a party?" he asked her.
She was sure she looked a mess, makeup running she was sure, hairstyle
ruined, fluids leaking from her cunt down her legs. She looked around.
There had been a crowd of people watching their show, but now most of
the onlookers had left, and she got only occasional glances from people
walking by. She was tired and a little sore, and she still had the
clamps hanging from her nipples, not to mention the butt plug.
"I feel great, master," she said truthfully. He may be a smuggler, but
he's a damn good lover, she thought. I'll miss him when he's in jail. A
frown momentarily came over her face.
Matthew noticed it. "Is something wrong, pet?" He looked concerned.
Rhianna forced a smile. "No, master. I, I just am not used to all of
this, sir. And I think I'm still a little light-headed." She drank a
sip of champagne and giggled.
"Well, I guess this is a bit much for a first date, but you did
wonderfully, pet. I'm very pleased with you." Rhianna felt proud at
that statement before she realized what it meant. Then she just felt
confused. "There's one more thing you must do, then we can wander
around some more, maybe get a bite to eat."
"Sir?"
"You need to clean me off, pet," he told her.
Rhianna looked around for a towel before it hit her what he meant. She
set her glass down, then dropped to her knees in front of him, pulled
his now flaccid penis back out of his pants and began to lick it. This
is what sex tastes like, she thought as she sucked both of their fluids
from him. She found that she didn't mind the taste. It did remind her
that she was hungry.
After she finished, he was semi-erect again. "That'll have to wait
until later," he laughed. He zipped himself back up while she knelt
there. Once dressed, he asked her to stand. "Turn around," he said. He
locked her hands together behind her, then grabbed her leash again.
Before going on, he reached up to the clamps on her nipples and turned
the thumb wheel, tightening them a little more. "Just to make sure they
don't fall off," he said.
Rhianna felt the slight additional pressure. It didn't hurt any more,
but she found that it did serve to keep her stimulated, even after all
she had been through. With a tug of the leash, they were off to find
the buffet.
***
Matthew had gotten a large plate of food from the buffet, and they had
found a chair he could sit in while they ate. Rhianna knelt next to the
chair, waiting for him to feed her pieces of food. For his part, he was
making sure that she became even more of a mess than she already was.
He 'accidentally' would miss her mouth, getting sauce on her face, or
dripping it onto her breasts. She didn't mind that much, she was very
hungry. Most of the food was finger food, perfect for feeding to your
slave, she thought.
Even at the buffet, things were odd. There were two people tied down to
the table, one man and one woman. Much of the food was arranged around
and on top of them. The couple on the table weren't able to partake,
as they were gagged as well. Rhianna wondered just how weird the party
could get. She was about to find out.
After they had eaten their fill, Rhianna needed to go to the bathroom.
"Master, I need to, um, use the ladies room, please."
Anderson smiled. "You probably just want an excuse to take out that
butt plug," he laughed.
"No, sir, I, it's okay, I mean -" she stopped, flustered. She hadn't
even thought about the plug, it no longer seemed very big, and she'd
almost forgotten about it. She didn't want to seem like she was
complaining about it, since that didn't seem like something a
submissive might do.
"That's okay, pet, I was just pulling your leg. Let's go find the
bathroom." They got up and went off through a door and down a short
hallway. Anderson led her right into the bathroom. Inside, there was an
attendant.
The attendant was a woman dressed in rubber. From her high-heeled
boots, to the top of her head she was encased in rubber. A short chain
hobbled her boots, but her hands were free. The only skin showing was a
small circle around her eyes. Coming from mouth, which appeared to be
gagged, was a thin tube with a bulb on the end. Two more of these hung
between her legs, and one hung down from the middle of her rather ample
chest. The woman had been standing, but straightened up when they
walked in.
Anderson had Rhianna bend over and he removed the plug and tossed it in
a sink. Then he motioned for Rhianna to use one of the toilets there.
There were two toilet bowls, but no stalls for privacy. Of course not,
thought Rhianna. Anderson stopped in front of the rubber covered woman
and nodded. The woman led Rhianna to one of the toilets and helped her
sit down. The rubber woman stood next to her as Rhianna sat there.
After she was done, the other woman wiped her off, and helped her stand
again. Anderson picked up Rhianna's leash and took her out of the
bathroom.
"What were those bulbs for, master?" she asked Anderson.
"They are used to pump up her various, uh, devices. She has a gag, and
two dildoes, and her bra. They all inflate. They were pretty pumped
from what I could tell." There was a little bit of disbelief in his
voice, as if he couldn't quite understand the woman's bondage either.
Before going back to the main 'ballroom', Anderson turned to Rhianna.
"Pet, would you be terribly disappointed if we left for the apartment
soon. I think I'd prefer to be alone with you for the rest of the
evening."
Rhianna felt a smile form on her lips. "Master, it's for you to decide.
I'll do whatever you wish." She found herself sincerely wishing that
they'd leave the party, and not because she just found the whole thing
weird.
Anderson smiled back at her. "Good answer, pet, but tell me, what would
you really like?"
Rhianna didn't have to take long in answering. "This party is a bit -
odder than I imagined, but really, sir, as long as we stay together,
I'll be fine."
Anderson considered her words. "Well, lets go wander around a little
more and then we can head off home."
End Chapter 8
Copyright (c) 1999 David Wright
