Leather & Lace - Book II
Chapter 1 - New Blood
By White Knight
I sat there staring intently at the computer monitor as I pondered how to boost
the hits on our Leather and Lace website. It had been my brain child to turn
our store site into more than just a place to purchase items but also to show
off different ways to enjoy our products. My contention was that we needed to
bring in more potential customers to the site and by adding a bondage gallery
section our hits would increase exponentially.
It had started out as a small side item in our special sales section. Our
colored rope sales were lagging so Greg and I did a few shoots where he bound me
in different positions and in varying forms of lingerie all of which were of
course available through L&L. After my notoriety of winning the 2004 Bondage
Convention Contest and being named Queen slave had made pictures of me in
bondage in high demand and the websites hits tripled in the first hour that they
were posted. By the end of the first day we had had 50,000 hits or about ten
time times our normal load. Over the weekend we were forced to add a second
server to cover the increased volume so that site wouldn't crash. Harry, the
CEO, wasn't very upset about that being as sales had increase three fold over
the same time period.
I was on cloud nine from all the accolades that were being lavished upon me and
all from just a few dozen pictures! To make it even better it was Greg's
passion to put me in bondage and take pictures of me and the helpless positions
had there own rewards for me. Needless to say that this new side line was more
play than work.
For the last three months we had followed up our success with weekly updates.
From corsets to suspension cuffs we showed the world just how much we enjoyed
playing in the world of bondage and domination. Week after week our sites hits
increased until we had had to split off the bondage site from the main site and
make it a pay site in order to reap the full benefit. We still posted free
thumbnails on the sales site but the new L&L Bondage Site was where the full
sized photo's could be seen or downloaded. We had even started making
mini-movies which seemed to be all the rage now on bondage web sites.
Regardless of all of our best efforts though the sites hits were starting to
decline and that was the cause of my worry as I pondered the computer screen
before me.
'Oh, that's great baby', Greg said enthusiastically as the flash of his camera
blinked brightly to my left. 'Just keep that frown. It shows up perfectly
around your ball gag and gives you a fantastic pensive look!'
I turned to him and raised my chained wrists putting my palms up and shrugging,
'Fabulous, baby, just fabulous.' After many months of being Greg's personal
model I knew just what he was looking for and it always thrilled me to give it
to him. That boyish smile of delight that showed me how much he enjoyed owning
me was to me as blood to a vampire or screaming fans to a rock star.
Besides all work and no play would make Sharon a very dull girl, so bringing the
two together was just perfect. Greg had had me dress in our deluxe French Maid
costume complete with petticoats, ruffled white panties and lacey finger gloves.
My coiffed hair was topped with a little starched lace head piece and my legs
were covered in textured black fishnets. The miniscule skirt was fronted by the
even smaller white lace apron and my boobs were nearly bursting out of there all
too small cups.
Now that alone would probably have been enough for a good shot a few months back
but now we needed to entice our audience with even more. So Greg had taken it
up a notch and had named this shoot working at home. The maids outfit was my
uniform of the day and I had been chained to my work. Chrome cuffs surrounded
my wrists and ankles both of which were connected to each other by short lengths
of gleaming chain.
Greg had found one of those ergonomic secretaries chairs which forced me to sit
up straight backed on the stool, while my calves rested against the padded bars
and my ankles dangled ten inches off the ground behind my back. Their chain was
lashed behind the stools central pedestal support which of course meant that I
couldn't move unless he released me. Judging from the amount of shots he was
taking of my feet bound in our new seven inch cross strap sandals I didn't think
that that would be anytime soon.
I turned back to the computer console and rested my wrist against the edge of
the desk. The chain joining my wrists had shifted to mostly one side of the
eye-bolt that secured it just below my keyboard so I centered it before
returning to my thoughts. In the process one of my cuffs snagged the chrome
chain hanging from my nipple clamps making me wince in pain until I could free
it.
'Perfect, baby, great face', Greg said as the flash fired.
I ignored his comment and went back to thinking about the declining hits that
our site was receiving. I was still a hot property and obviously people liked
looking at what Greg had in mind for me week after week, but even with our best
efforts such as today, it was only a matter of time until we faded like
thousands of other sites before us.
Damn, I had to figure a way to turn this around or this new income stream that I
had created for the company would dry up like a desert lake bed. But, what
could we add to spice up the site? Add more S&M and show Greg whipping and
spanking me? Hmmm, the idea did hold some appeal, but even that would only be
holding off the inevitable. As I flipped through other bondage sites trying to
see what they do differently it became abundantly clear what we needed to do.
'Eeww ooouudd!' I shouted excitedly around the huge two inch rubber ball which
spread my ruby colored lips to the near breaking point.
'New blood?' Greg asked. 'Did you cut yourself somehow?'
I shook my head in the negative and said, 'Oo. 'a ite eeds ew ooud!'
'Oh, the site needs new blood', Greg replied. His ability to understand gag
speak was legendary, but it took a few seconds for my words to sink in. 'Hold
on a minute there baby, you're my only model. We've got a monogamous
relationship and it's staying that way, just like Dad and Cassy.'
'ake ot a ag' I told him as I gave him a dirty look. He removed my gag as I had
requested and I worked my jaw to loosen the tortured muscles. 'I'm not
suggesting opening up our relationship Master, what I meant was that we need
fresh faces to entice back our clientele.'
'But you are gorgeous, what more could they want then to see you bound in
gloriously compromising positions?' Greg replied disgustedly.
'Thank you for that Master', I replied, 'but it wouldn't matter if I were the
most beautiful woman in the world our audience will sooner or later get tired of
looking at me. So if we want our site to continue to grow we are going to have
to start thinking outside of us.'
'How about some of L&L's models?' Greg suggested.
'That would get to expensive if we had to pay a model for a weekend shoot. No,
we need really new blood. Girls that have never been into bondage but are just
looking to make a few extra bucks.' I said thoughtfully. 'You know some big
breasted college co-eds.' I watched his eyes glaze overly thoughtfully. 'Of
course I'll be there every step of the way, in fact I may even have you teach me
how to be the shoot wrangler. Heck, what could be hotter than me decked out in
sexy clothes tying up our itsy bitsy co-eds.'
'And just how pray tell are you going to find all these sexy young things that
are going to be willing to pose for our site?'
You let me worry about that. Once I figure it out I be the first to tell you.
Brunette with pony tail, jogging across the street. Her huge breasts jut
forward yet hardly bounce at all and her pert little bottom looks great in her
tight white shorts.
I had her dress in a black textured body stocking that left very little to the
imagination and then let Greg have her. Immediately he ordered her hands behind
her back where he bound them with white nylon rope at the wrists. She began to
complain when he bound her elbows together, not realizing that he was being very
kind to leave them nearly six inches apart. My Master is truly adverse to
complaints and quickly settled that by applying a particularly nasty white
leather harness gag. I hated the way that it forced the ball so far back in my
mouth and from the way Tara was wincing I suppose she felt the same.
Ah well, the poor lass had been told that she would be bound for up to four
hours to earn her two hundred dollars. Her eyes looked at me imploringly as she
teetered about the room in her five inch heels. They were the highest heels
that she could manage and Greg wasn't taking that at all well. Greg had made it
part of our sites motto that I would always be shod in the highest heels
available and now he had to deal with an inept amateur that couldn't even stand
in six inch heels.
His dissatisfaction was easily seen in the rough way that he had bound poor
Tara's breasts. The simple lasso slipped around the base of her huge breasts
had been tightened until they resembled red balloons that were near bursting.
When I first met her I couldn't believe that they hadn't been augmented but she
had assured me that all of the forty-eight double d's were purely from mother
nature. I'm sure now that this was a good thing as I'm not sure how well
implants would have held up to Greg's non to tender mercies.
Greg forced her to walk about the room by pulling on first one roped breast and
then the next while the whole scene was recorded by both digital camcorder and
three separate digital cameras. Her pained facial expressions and little
whimpers that made it through her gag were all that I could have wished for as I
watched the computer monitors split screen record each and every shot.
As I watched my Master stop her and than tie her legs together at the ankles and
knees I realized that her pictures were portraying something that I could not.
Fear. Plain and simple fear. Fear of falling on her face from being bound
standing in heels that she could barely walk in. Fear of what the man before
her was going to do with that white leather crop that he flicked at her from
time to time. Fear simply of the unknown.
Thinking of the hundreds and thousands of pictures that Greg had taken of me and
I couldn't think of one that simply smelled of fear. My photo's generally
showed me majestically bound in whatever position my loving Master wanted me in.
Even my wincing from a crop kissing my rump or a clamp pulling on my nipple was
serene when compared to the lovely captured creature before us.
Greg was coercing Tara into bent over position that offer an amazing view of her
tight little ass when I saw the first tear roll down her cheek. I'm sure that
pulling her arms up into the air was uncomfortable, especially the way they were
bound so tightly behind her back, but it shouldn't be causing her that much
pain. Then it hit me. She was worried about him whipping her with his crop!
'Tara', I called out, 'Relax, I told you that you wouldn't be hurt. Greg is
just placing you in a position that looks like your going to be whipped. It's a
real money shot.' That was all it took and then she began sobbing in earnest.
She must have barely been holding it together and now the tears were just
rolling down her face.
'Cut', Greg shouted. 'I can't work with her like this.' Dropping his crop and
ropes disgustedly he stalked over to the water cooler to get himself a drink.
I ran my fingers through her hair and asker her if she were OK. She shook her
head in the negative. 'You're afraid of him aren't you?' This time she nodded,
yes. 'Look if you quit now you forfeit your fee and we still get to keep the
pictures that we've already taken. Do you think you can pull it together?'
Again a negative shake of her head. Damn, that means that we would have to shot
again tomorrow with another young hopeful so that we could meet our site update
time schedule. Which meant that we would be working through the weekend and
that worse yet, Master wouldn't have any time or desire to play with me! 'Could
you go on if I was the one binding you? Would you be able to trust me?' I
asked her quickly trying to think of anything that would keep her from
defaulting and in the process save my love life. Her head remained still as she
thought it over. I continued to run my fingers through her hair and I felt her
whole body shudder a bit as she relaxed just a bit. 'How about if we double the
money to four hundred for the four hours, do you think you could make it then?'
Another shudder ran down her spine and she slowly nodded her head in the
affirmative. 'Alright, give me a few minutes and I'll get this worked out with
the producer. I'll be right back.'
Right back was a bit of an over statement, as it was probably closer to thirty
minutes until I was back on the set. Greg had me put on my red and black satin
corset, black seamed stockings, elbow length gloves and six inch spike heel red
patent leather pumps before I was ready to enter the shoot.
Stepping around the cameras I spied Greg sitting on a stool. As I got closer I
could see that he was animatedly talking to Tara, who had been shielded from my
sight by his body. The way she was leaning forward on her seat made sure that
he couldn't miss her huge jutting breasts. She was eating up every word he
uttered and with the tip of her pink tongue wetting her lips I could tell that
that wasn't the only thing that she was thinking of eating! Jesus Christ, she's
blatantly trying to steal my man while I was going out of my way to help her.
I didn't want to let the little vixen see my ire so I planted a smile on my face
and announced my presence by asking my Master, 'What would you have me do with
her for the next shot Greg?'
The dear turned to me without a hint of guilt in his smile, 'Hey baby, I think
I've got Tara back in the right frame of mind. She's all set for our next
shoot.' He turned to her, 'Aren't you honey?'
'Oh, yes, now that you've explained everything to me I feel so much better', she
said with syrupy sweetness.
'Perfect', he said as he got up off his stool and moved it back out of the way.
He turned to me now all business, 'OK, baby we've got time for two more
positions. I want to do the standing butt lashing that we talked about and a
hog tie with her wearing ballet boots.' He went on with more specifics but
while he talked I was looking over his shoulder at Tara's eyes as they took in
and digested his well muscled form with obvious desire.
'Will do', I responded diffidently to my all too innocent husband. 'Alright
Tara let's get this show on the road. Turn around so that I can bind you hands
behind you.'
'Can't you just go behind me?' She asked as her eyes continued to follow Greg.
Obviously she wanted to keep eye contact with him as long as possible.
'No, dear', I said through gritted teeth, 'the camera's are set up this way.'
'Of alright', she grumped and shifted on the stool with her arms presented
behind her. The wrists went quickly and then I moved up to the elbows. 'Ow.
Ow. OOOwww! Hey, what are you doing back there it feels like your trying to
break my back!'
'Just tying you elbows together dear. It will make for a really excellent shot,
don't worry!' I'd nearly gotten her elbows to touch which really did a great
job of perking up her bulbous breasts, before her complaints became too loud to
notice. Well, the stupid little fluff head had that an more coming. Try and
make time with my man will she! 'Now let's stand up and I'll put on the ankle
cuffs and attach your spreader bar.' We had briefed her with pictures of me in
similar situations so didn't complain as I helped her to her feet, giving her
arm a more than gentle squeeze in the process. She flicked a quick look at me,
but only found my smiling face. The cuffs went on easily, but she moaned and
groaned as I made her spread her legs to accommodate the mere two foot bar.
Jez, what a cry baby, I thought to myself.
Greg was looking through a telephoto lens lining up potential shots when he
called to me, 'baby you'd best tie her sandals to her feet with stirrups. She
doesn't look any to steady to me.' Good God! First we have to put her in mules
because she can't get comfortable in the pumps we wanted her to wear and now she
can't even balance properly in them. I kept my grumbling to myself as I grabbed
two six foot lengths of rope and made short work of it. I grinned to myself and
realized that I had gotten plenty of practice lately as Master had had me do a
number of shoots where I had to tie myself up. It was a bit backwards like
trying to tie someone else's shoe laces, but when I was finished the twin nylon
ropes criss-crossed beautifully over her arched instep and finished with pretty
bows below her ankle cuffs. 'Excellent baby, that looks great!' I ate up
Greg's compliments and gave her a shark-like smile as I looked up at her from
the floor.
'What gag did you have in mind?' I asked innocently as a reached into a box
behind her back and held up a penis harness gag. Greg smiled at me as he began
to catch on. I don't think he knew why I had it out for Tara, but it didn't
seem to bother him much that I did.
'Oh, I think the penis gag would work best', he replied as if it were his own
idea. 'Make sure that you take plenty of time putting it in... you know her
licking it the fake penis, giving it a kiss, that kind of thing... then slide it
in nice and slowly.'
'You heard the man', I told her with a smile. 'Now bend your head down as if
you were bowing to it and give it some nice slow licks and kisses just as if you
were going to blow it.'
She did what she was told, but you could tell that she had her reservations.
That all changed when Greg stepped behind me and into her view. Her eyes raised
themselves and then she smiled and I saw the flash burst out of the corner of my
eye. 'Hmm, just as if I was giving this thing a blow job, eh? Well, it isn't
very BIG she pouted, but I'll do my best.'
I felt like picking up the crop and whipping her until she bled! Just wait till
that four inches of hard rubber hits the back of your throat and then tell me it
not very big, I railed to myself as she pursed her pink cotton candy lips above
the life like looking penis. She kissed the head with fervor and than her
tongue darted out and be began to lick its way up and down the pole that I held
out to her. Tara was really going at it as her eyes strayed behind me every so
often to look for Greg.
'That's just great honey', Greg said as he took shot after shot. 'I suppose
from this little demonstration that you are no stranger to the oral arts.'
Tara slowly licked her way back up to the top of the rubber cock and said
sexily, 'I've found that most men can't resist my great body, but none of them
can resist a great blow job!'
Greg chuckled and that almost made me lose my calm. 'I take it that turns most
men to putty in your hands', he laughed.
I flicked the rod at her lips which caused her to glance at me. Her eyes were
contemptuous as she realized that I had done it on purpose. 'I swallow', I told
her quietly through gritted teeth.
Looking me hard in the eye she knew that the battle had been joined. Nineteen
years old with a body that would stop traffic had made her cocky. I could see
it in her eyes, she was going to have Greg and it didn't matter if I liked it
our not. 'So do I', she replied equally softly, 'so do I.'
'OK, baby', Greg said oblivious to the little power play going on right in front
of him. 'Let's get that gag strapped on, I've got plenty of shots of her
playing with it.'
'Open wide', I said with a smile.
'How about you put that thing close to my lips and I'll suck it into my mouth',
she said loudly enough for Greg to hear, 'it should make for a great shot.
Shouldn't it?'
'Sounds great', Greg exclaimed.
Gritting my teeth I held the white cock up against her pursed lips. The head
went in with a slurping sound and then she sucked for all she was worth. I was
so surprised that I nearly lost my grip on the leather base when the thing
seemed to jump into her mouth. Good Lord, she was a human vacuum cleaner!
'That was incredible', Greg yelled, 'and I've got it all on tape. Man 'oh man,
is that one going to make every one of member's cream or what!' He scrambled
around back of the computer console. 'You finish strapping her up baby, I've
just got to see that again. Damn, I haven't seen anything like that since Darla
Craig made love orally to a dildo while she was bound.'
She looked at me smugly like the cat that had swallowed the canary. The white
round leather base was hard up against her lips, which meant that she had taken
all four inches in without even a hint of annoyance. That burned me also
because I knew that when that hard rubber hit the back of my throat it always
made me gag until I could control my automatic reflexes. I slipped the harness
over her head and watched as the white leather pushed her gorgeous brunette
locks tight against her head.
'He's mine', I told her softly still maintaining my smile for the cameras that
continued to click on there prearranged schedule. She just batted her eyes at
me and shrugged her shoulders in a kind of "we'll see" response. I jerked the
strap tight pushing the penis even deeper down her throat and was rewarded by a
quick bought of gagging, but she overcame it quickly and just glared at me.
With the harness gag firmly in place about her head I picked up a long fold over
piece of rope. I started putting knots in it about every inch or so. 'Don't
you think it was a tad bit stupid to piss me off before you agreed to be tied up
totally helplessly?'
'Ready for the crotch rope Greg', I asked with a smile and wave to the camera.
I received an affirmative nod from him and turned back to her. Her eyes had
just a tinge of fear behind them. Not quite as frightened as she was this
morning, but the clenching of her bound fists behind her back was also giving
her away.
(Knotted crotch rope vs non, spreader bar at ankles with white leather cuffs.
Bind her 5 inch slides to her feet. A dozen stinging swats with the white
crop.)
