Leather & Lace
Chapter 17 - Always Thinking
By the White Knight
(Note: Back to Sharon's perspective)
The alarm went off in my apartment as it did every day, but as I shifted to turn
it off I realized that the time was reading 6:30am versus the normal 7:00am.
"Did you change the alarm, honey", I asked over my shoulder.
In seconds I felt his warm hands moving through my hair, his body sliding neatly
against my own and his lips planting gentle kisses up the side of my neck.
"Hmmm, yes baby", he answered between kissing and sensuously licking my throat.
"I thought we might enjoy a more intimate workout before we move on to our
regular morning workout".
"That's one thing that I love about you", I responded as I turned my body into
his, "You're always thinking!" As I leaned towards him, with my eyes closed and
lips pursed... SLAP. His hand landed with a crack on my rear. My eyes popped
open in surprise and a startled "OW" escaped my lips.
"Bathroom break first baby", he smiled at my reaction as he jumped out of bed.
"You really don't want to taste my morning breath". By the time I reached the
bathroom he was already brushing his teeth and I wasn't surprised to note that
his toilet kit was already neatly stowed in one of my many shelf cubbies. As he
moved into the little side room that held the toilet, I went through my own
morning rituals.
As my eyes began to become adjusted to the glaring lights in the bathroom, I
smiled as I looked myself over. Last night after our second round I had ended
up having to change my outfit. So this morning found me wearing a bright
scarlet baby doll that barely covered my sex, which was probably a good thing in
that I wasn't wearing any panties. This gown also had under wire support in the
cups that pushed my healthy chest upwards and together displaying a host of
cleavage. I played a bit with the red ribbon bow, tied just below the center of
my chest, knowing that its only purpose was to draw more attention to my sexily
contained mounds. My legs were sheathed in shear nude stockings that shimmered
in the morning light and were topped by red lacy elastic tops. On my feet were
the gold satin slippers that I had worn all night long. Greg loved the feel of
them against his legs and sometimes when I stirred in the middle of the night, I
would roll up against him and give him a caress or two with the sexy slip-ons
before sliding back off to sleep.
Done with straightening my hair and brushing my teeth I headed back to bed with
a spring in my step. My bed had a man in it! Not just any man... but my new
found love, my lord and my Master!
As I slid into the embrace of his arms I smiled, thinking that this was so much
better than waking up alone in the morning! Our mouths joined and I sucked his
questing tongue deep into my mouth, reminding him what awaited him anytime that
he wished to use it. Soon his kisses became more ardent and his left hand began
alternating between cupping my breast and tweaking my nipple. The pinch to my
nipples was like waving a red flag in front of my sex, which his digits soon
realized as they migrated to my already moist lower lips. Matching his passion
with my own, I lowered my hand slowly down his chest until it found its way to
his rod. I was a bit surprised to feel how hard he was in such a short time,
but then again I guess that I shouldn't have been considering how wet he was
finding me! We rubbed each other in tandem as our lips continued their dance.
Shortly though Greg was ready and his gentle hands helped roll me onto my back
before he plunged into me.
Plunge is exactly what he did. I had barely had time to raise my knees and
plant both of my feet against either side of his buttocks, before he had entered
and then pushed his entire manhood into me. I gasped slightly as this still
thrilled me every time he did it.
My previous boyfriend hadn't been quite so well endowed as Greg so when he dove
into me I really felt it! It was such a wonderful feeling, to feel that
fullness down there that I almost came instantly. Darn, I was getting
distracted again and I had almost forgotten!
"Master, can I please cum now?" I asked in a small pleading voice. Greg had
told me that asking to cum was the proper thing to do for one such as myself.
"Yes, baby, you can cum as many times as you like", he breathed softly just
before his teeth bit down on my earlobe.
"Oh, God", I groaned happily as the pain of his bite unleashed the orgasm that
had been building in me. The wave surged through my body, which bucked against
him driving him even deeper into me. My whole body arched and Greg stopped at
the peak of his deepest penetration, until the wave passed and my hips lowered
themselves back onto the smooth sheets. He resumed his pumping and my coos and
moans of excitement seamed to spur him on. Even as the glow of contentment
seeped into my being, my excitement grew as he changed his thrusts. Shallow and
quick they came rubbing my clit like a second set of hands.
"Oh, my God, oh my God, oh my God", I said startled as my second orgasm began to
build even before the first had ended. Greg being such a quick study now began
to suck and nip at my neck. "Oh GOD", I moaned loudly. No one before, had
found this connection between me being nipped and my orgasms. But he had
immediately linked the nipping of my lobe to my first orgasm and now he was
intent on pushing me to my next.
Greg growled into my ear like a tiger tearing into his latest feast as he
kissed, licked and nipped at my tender throat. My hands pulled at his hips
driving him further into me. With a chuckle he responded to my request and
began deeply impaling me once again. My second orgasm burst over me like a
tempest. Involuntary muscle contractions caused me to twitch and buck against
his body. It took awhile longer for this one to ebb, as Greg gave me less time
to rest than last time.
As the warmth of the second spread throughout my happy frame, I had my first
thought of Greg's own needs. Slowly, the thought seeped into my foggy brain
that he should have come by now. He had been going a good ten minutes and
though I hadn't had all that many boyfriends, the ones that I had generally
never lasted this long. Before I could finish my thinking he changed his
motions once again.
"Oh, God", I groaned in disbelief. He was shifting his hips from right to left
by flexing his legs in unison with his hips. It was as if someone had put a
mixer inside of my sex and it felt incredibly good. The only time that I had
ever felt anything like this was when I had tried one of my girl friends
vibrators at college on a dare. That one had a head that rotated within me just
like Greg's cock was doing. But what that plastic creation could not do was
provide the human warmth. That plus the fact that the bottom of his rod was
rubbing right up against my clit excited me to new heights. BOOM. His teeth
once again sank into my earlobe setting off another orgasm.
Again my body bucked beneath his as it responded to this latest sexual
explosion. After he paused in tune with my latest body stretching "O" Greg
switched from the mixer motion back to long slow plunges. He was sliding in and
out of me much more easily now that I had greased his rod for the third time. I
tried to offset this by gripping him even tighter with the muscles in my lower
mouth, but found that I was barely able to control them. I had always prided
myself with the fact that I could grip a guy as tightly with my sex as I could
with my hand, but now that those muscles had been rocked for the third time they
weren't responding in their normal fashion.
This didn't seem to upset my lord and Master who continued to thrust in and out
of me. It took him awhile, but sure enough he brought me back to the brink once
more. As my heavy breathing announced my excitement he again began sucking,
licking my neck and nipping at my lobes. Again it was like flicking a switch
and my fourth orgasm of the morning overtook me.
I bucked and thrust myself into him for all I was worth and slowly, slowly, my
excitement ran its course. Greg's plunges slowed in tune with me, until finally
a giggle of happiness escaped my lips. He lay on top of me for sometime, still
embedded within me, as both of our breathing returned to normal. With a last
kiss to my ear, he whispered "grand slam" before he rolled off of me.
Rolling up onto his chest, I tiredly asked, "Thank you Master, but what about
you? Why didn't you cum?"
"Cum, baby?" He said with a chuckle. "Cum and deny you of your morning protein
drink. Never happen!"
I smiled. Of course I was supposed to wake him with a blow job every morning.
I couldn't believe that I had forgotten. Especially since it was a job I whole
heartedly loved as I was very orally oriented. Despite my near exhaustion I
perked up immediately, "Oh, of course Master. It's the least I can do for you!"
With an enticing flick of my hair I added, "Perhaps, I could enhance the
experience for you, Master." Greg cocked up one eyebrow questioningly. "Maybe
you would like it if I put on my red satin opera gloves and my new red patent
leather six inch pumps."
Understanding dawned across his face. "Oh, yes, baby, I would like that very
much."
It was as if my tiredness passed in a flash as I leapt from our bed and
retrieved my pumps and gloves. I bounced happily into the bathroom to repair my
makeup and slide into my new accoutrements. Working quickly, I soon was giving
myself a last once over in the mirror. My ruby red lips and white teeth gleamed
back at me as I smiled at my reflection. I was dressed and made up like a high
priced hooker... and I loved it! I knew that it would turn Greg on and besides
I truly loved being what he liked to refer to as his 'beck and call girl'.
My heels clicked on the bathroom tiles as I returned to my lover. My smile
turned into a frown of consternation as I found the bed empty.
"Greg?" I called uncertainly.
"Out here doll in the living room", he called.
I teetered in my huge heels across the thick carpet of the bedroom. It was
necessary to keep my weight centered over my toes, but at the same time this
made it difficult to keep my ankles straight. The pumps gave me a bit more
support due to the ankle strap, but the plush floor covering still caused me to
grasp pieces of furniture or nearby walls for support.
I sighed as I reached the more tightly woven carpet in the living room. I posed
in the door way to hide the fact that I was actually regaining my balance as I
looked about the room for Greg. There he was sitting in my large comfortable
winged chair. It was one of the central pieces of the room. Even when I
brought it I had always had in mind that it would be "His" chair. Yet, old
what-his-name had never even given it a second glance. My smile widened as I
looked at him sitting there regally as if he had been there all his life.
I noticed that one of the large pillows from the couch was placed on the floor
in front of him, so I steadied myself and sashayed over to him. As gracefully
as I could while trapped in my six inch heels I lowered myself to kneel before
him on the floor. Placing my satin sheathed hands onto his knees I looked up
into his shinning eyes and asked, "Is this what you had in mind Master?"
"Just about baby", he said with a grin. "But, I thought that we would take it
up a notch." With that he held up a blindfold and a number of pre-cut pieces of
rope.
"Hmmm", I purred. "That's what I love about you Master... you are always
thinking!"
The soft leather blindfold went on first. I shivered in an excitement in
anticipation as my feeling of helplessness grew. He had me hold out my arms in
front of me and I soon felt his rope looping about my wrists. Greg finished
with cinching the center of their coils between my palm to palm facing wrists.
Moving behind me he lifted my legs to slide a coil of rope about them and in
moments my ankles were also linked inexorably together.
I jerked a bit in surprise as I felt Greg lift the hem of my baby doll. "I
suggest that you brace yourself on the chair with your hands baby", he said
without explaining further. Searching in front of me blindly, I found the
chairs cushioned seat and grasped it. I felt the soft rope slide about my waist
and grunted it bit as he pulled it taut. The end of the rope seemed to be
centered just below my navel, which he held tight with one hand while he passed
the twin trailing ends between my legs. His fingers expertly slipped those ends
under the tight rope at the center of my back.
I gasped as he pulled upon the rope burying it against my sex and into the crack
of my ass. So Master wanted me in a crotch rope I thought to myself. As my
body assimilated these new and exciting feelings nothing could have prepared it
for his next assault. With one strong hand he lifted my bound ankles off the
floor and raised them higher and higher until they nearly touched my thighs. I
held on tightly to the chair, holding myself upright as I balanced my body on my
knees. The rope loosened slightly as he slid it between my bound ankles... but
then it happened.
BAM! He let go of my ankles and now the only thing supporting them in their
upright position was the rope. "Oh my God", I groaned as the soft nylon turned
into taut cables that seemed to be intent on splitting me in two! I've always
prided myself on my high pain tolerance but this was entirely new and it took me
a while to ride the pain down until it became merely extremely uncomfortable.
"Ah, there we are", Greg intoned as he finished binding my ankles to my crotch
rope. "You're ankles have pulled a bit further away from your legs than I would
have liked, but other wise it is quite an acceptable job."
"I'm glad that you are pleased Master", I said as pleasantly as I could manage.
I felt him step over me and seat himself in front of me leaving me in no doubt
as to what was required of me. As he settled himself into a comfortable
position my mind ran through the gymnastics that would be involved. I had just
about gotten it worked out when Greg exclaimed, "Damn".
"What's wrong Master?" I asked.
"It's your heels. They are hidden behind your back and I can't get a good look
at them", he responded instantly. Realizing that I didn't know what he was
talking about he continued, "When I was a producer this would be one of my
favorite shots. But I could always see all of the action from behind the
camera, now that I'm in the center of the shot, I can't see one of my favorite
parts. Your feet bound into those amazing spike heel pumps!"
I thought quickly and then asked, "Would a mirror help, Master?"
"A mirror?" he repeated.
"Yes, I've that oval full length mirror in my bedroom. I'm sure that you could
tilt it to whatever position strikes your fancy Master", I continued
confidently.
A gust of wind brushed my hair as I felt him literally leap over me. "What a
wonderful idea baby... and you say that you love me because I'm always thinking!
I must say that you are holding up your end of the brain trust quite well!"
I preened at his compliment, but was even happier to realize that it was true we
truly did make a perfectly matched team. The creaking of the mirror titling and
the sounds of something being shifted on the carpet greeted my ears. Then in
seeming seconds he was pushing my body from the shoulders away from the chair so
he could once again sit.
"Oh, ummmm", I moaned softly. His moving me about like that had caused my legs
to shift and with them the twin rope running through my pussy lips. Every woman
loves their clit to be rubbed and personally I like mine rubbed hard. This was
simply an incredible feeling. I can't even call it rubbing it was more like a
narrowly focused heavy pressure, but no matter what you call it the effect was
one of sending shivers down my spine and deep into my sex.
"Perfect, baby", he said as he settled himself. "Now I can see both your
gorgeous face as you blow me and your tightly bound legs and heels all at the
same time! Please proceed."
"Certainly, Master, as soon as I find you", I replied with a smile. I let my
forearms rest on the cushion as I used my bound hands to search for his member.
I soon found him and was not surprised to see that he was still as hard as a
rock. While my red satin sheathed fingers played with his pole, I began to
slowly sensuously lick and suck on his tender ball sacks. I heard him groan in
contentment and felt him jump in my hands as I sucked one of his balls all the
way into my mouth. I gave him a few good minutes of this treatment which found
him squirming and groaning to the delicious pressure that I was exerting on his
balls.
I left his succulent sacks to search for a more rewarding portion of his
manhood. Slowly I licked my way up his pole. Partly bringing it to me with my
hands and partly leaning forward even further as I slid further up his member.
From the micro jerks that his hardened rod was making on its own I could easily
sense his excitement. The thought that his excitement stemmed from having me
bound helpless to his will before him made me smile as I performed for my loving
Master. The pre-cum drops that I tasted as I pursed my lips to 'kiss' his head
assured me that my efforts were more than merely pleasing.
"My, my, my", Greg moaned softly. "What an absolutely beautiful picture.
Everything is so perfect, even the way that the elastic strap of your blindfold
pulls your long locks tightly against your head is wonderful. I look down upon
your beautiful face and can watch as that lovely pink tongue of yours swirls
around the capped head of my organ. Just a little lower I can feast my eyes on
your tightly bound wrists. Mmmm, the coils of white rope look so inviting upon
your red satin gloves. Oh, yes, and those lovely full breasts! They're
standing so tall and tight that they just make me want to bend down and bury my
head in them. Of course the best part of all is the knowledge that your crotch
rope is digging deep into your sex. With your bound ankles swaying back and
forth as your body moves while you blow me pulling those cords tighter and
tighter. In fact the rope is so taut coming from the small of your back that it
is actually lifting up the hem of you baby doll. It is simply amazing."
"Point your toes baby", Greg said in his command voice. "No slacking off just
because you are somewhat distracted." I complied briskly. I willed my muscles
to point my toes towards the back of my head in order to truly please my ever
demanding lover. "Lovely, just, lovely" he moaned happily. The mirror lets me
see the wonderful arch of your feet set into the tight confines of those cherry
red pumps topped off with the lovely white nylon coils binding your ankles
together." His body stiffened and he moaned "Oh my Lord... wow!"
I had maneuvered myself into just the right position and in one lunging motion I
let the weight of my own body force his enflamed rod through my mouth and deep
into my throat. Sucking like an out of control vacuum cleaner I lifted my head
up off of his member. Do to my Master's intricate bondage I was forced to
literally push my entire body away from the chair, so as to accomplish my task.
I snorted down a laugh as I thought what an interesting work out video this
would make.
"Ladies, looking to tone those flabby upper arms and work out your loose upper
abs, then try our new bound blow job work out. Guaranteed to get those muscles
in shape and please your significant other all at the same time!" I could just
hear the announcer's voice in my mind and picture all those males all over the
world with their eyes glued to the screen and their fingers pushing the buttons
on their phones.
Laughing and blow jobs simply don't mix and I had to force my thoughts back to
exciting my lover. Of course this wasn't as easy as it sounded. Sliding up and
down his rod may definitely have made for an interesting work out, but the
rubbing of the crotch rope was driving me to distraction. The forward and back
motions caused the ever tight rope, to slightly loosen and then tighten
incredibly. Especially as I strove to hold my feet in their arched position in
order to please my Master visually. I would never have believed it possible but
I knew without a doubt that my body was working up towards its own orgasm.
I groaned upon his member sending my own bodies vibrations down into him. I
slid down his cock until my mask rested against his tight stomach muscles and my
chin was tickled by his bristly pubic hairs. Then I pushed myself back upwards,
sucking and licking for all that I was worth. All the while my groans of
contentment increased in both volume and timber bathing his hard meat with my
own excited sound waves.
"Oh my Lord... Oh my Lord..." He groaned in unison with me, although my
imprecations were muffled for obvious reasons. His member jerked once, then
twice within the warm confines of my mouth like the warning rumbling of a
volcano. I pulled back so I only had a few inches in my mouth as I used my
hands as much as possible to continue those deep throat feelings. In only a few
more seconds I was reward with his first huge spurt of cum. I continued to suck
and pull at his cock with my satin sheathed fingers as he continued to pour more
and more of his fluids into my mouth.
I savored the taste of him as his warm cum slid over my tongue and down my
throat. Oh, how I loved that. Not just the taste, but the fact that I knew
that drinking his cum down was a huge turn on for Greg. I could just imagine
his body relaxing in contentment as he felt all of his semen sucked from his
pulsating manhood and swallowed down into my waiting stomach. I finished off
his last few drops and then quickly popped his cock from my mouth.
"Master, please help me cum", I said breathlessly.
"Huh... what?" he asked in a dazed voice.
"Please, Master, this crotch rope has brought me to the brink of an orgasm, but
I need just a bit more help", I explained as I continued to rock my legs back
and forth, keeping my orgasm just on the edge.
"With pleasure baby", he said gently as his lips met my own in a tongue twisting
kiss. We dove at each other like wild animals. I used all of that suction power
of mine to suck his tongue deep into my mouth, pulling him closer and closer to
me in the only way that my bound form would let me. One of his hands pried one
of my heaving mounds out of its satin confinement. Soon my nipple was standing
tall as his thumb and forefinger rolled and played with it. His other hand dove
between my legs, but the exceedingly tight rope frustrated his efforts. Not
giving up he contented himself with caressing my inner things and tracing the
taut moist rope with his eager digits.
"Oh, God..." I moaned in shock as my eyes popped open behind my blindfold. Greg
had pinched down of my nipple cruelly and the delayed shock waves were flowing
right into my sex. "Yes", I cried as my body bucked to the incredible orgasm
that followed. Every unconscious move I made caused some type of pain mixed
with the unbelievable pleasure of my climax. As I pushed away from the chair my
nipple was tormented by my lover's unrelenting fingers. My legs strove wildly
to free themselves form their bonds causing the crotch rope to be pulled taut
like a steel cable, making me feel like I was being split in two!
Finally my gyrations calmed and my body softened into the glow of contentment.
I was too tired to worry about my bonds and simply lay limply against Greg's
thighs. He chuckled at my exhaustion and leaned over me to free my ankles.
Letting the rope slide slowly through my ankle bindings he lowered my feet back
to the floor. I knew that if he had simply let the rope loose my feet would
have crashed to the floor as I simply had nothing left to give. He raised the
blindfold off of my eyes and I looked up lazily and returned his smile.
Exhausted, I continued to lay bound against his inviting body as I closed my
eyes to rest. For some that may have been a turn off, but for me the smile
remained upon my face as I thought of how warm and comfortable it felt to be
bound at my lover's feet.
After my rest Greg gently helped me up and got us both moving again. Thank God,
it was finally the weekend! I really needed the two days as I had twin warring
factions going on within me. The first was the thought that there was so much
that I wanted to experience with my lover and learn about my new station in life
and it seemed to me that I just couldn't start soon enough. But the second was
one of slowing down and smelling the roses. Since joining L&L my life had been
a total whirlwind and I felt that I was being taken by those winds wherever they
led. It had been a wild ride, but a very rewarding one and now I just wanted to
take some time out to enjoy it.
After stepping out of the shower and changing into a pair of jeans and sneakers,
I felt ready for anything. I found Greg working in the second bed room cleaning
off old what-his-names desk and setting up his computer. I could see that it
was a Dell and he quickly rambled off some statistics that came across to me as
meaning it was a high end model. What I liked about it was the sleek black
color and the huge 20" Trinitron screen.
"I hope you don't mind baby", Greg said with a smile, "but I thought I would
start straightening up this room and move in some of my things."
My first thought was how perfect he looked sitting in that leather chair in
front of the oak desk. I had brought them both as a present for my previous
boyfriend, who was so thankful that he let me put the desk kit together by
myself! He hardly ever used the room as he preferred to sit or lay on the couch
and watch one sports program after another. Greg just looked like he had been
made for that plush tanned leather chair.
It was like everything else about our relationship, it was simply comfortable.
He just seemed to fit into my life and home like the proverbial yang to my yin.
Even down to the clothes he was wearing. 501 blue jeans, a Harley Davidson
T-shirt and deck shoes, his version of relaxed wear, was a total match for my
own outfit.
"Not at all", I told him. I waved my hand around at the disorder state of the
room as I said, "This room became a kind of storage room over the last few
months. I'd always meant to clean it up, but there always seemed something more
important to do. Actually I'm glad that you've found a use for it."
"Use for it... Sharon this room is great! The two big windows give it plenty of
light, the overhead fan is perfect for keeping me and the computer cool and to
top it all off there is plenty of room for a work out bench." Greg was smiling
from ear to ear. He had found a place in our home that he could call his own
and his happiness glowed like a full golden sun on a beautiful spring day.
"Besides, I might even be able to find some closet space in this big double
closet here. I've been in your closet baby and I don't think a mouse could find
room to hang his clothes more less me finding room for mine!"
I'm sure my cheeks grew pink, but his good humor took away and negativity to his
words. "I guess I am a bit of a clothes horse", I said sheepishly.
He stood up and wrapped me in his arms, "And I wouldn't want you any other way".
I felt his warmth and love flow into me and I smiled with closed eyes as I
rested against his chest. He was just so perfect and I felt so comfortable...
all I could think of was to give a silent vote of thanks to God for bringing us
together.
"Can I help you out here", I asked looking up at his face.
"Not at the moment baby, I'm just working on getting the computer set up."
"Then how about I make us some breakfast", I asked. "How does eggs benedict
sound?"
"Sounds great!" He responded with alacrity. "I didn't realize that you were so
into cooking."
"Blue ribbon in two state fairs and A's in my home economics classes", I told
him proudly. I went to the kitchen and pulled out the necessary implements and
ingredients. Now eggs benedict is really very easy to make, but its one of
those things that people don't normally make at home so it impresses the heck
out of company. I had learned this trick years ago that you can make people a
great meal and make them feel really special, without putting a lot of time into
it. Of course having basic cooking skills helps, but after that it's merely
being interested in trying new recipes or playing with the ones that you have
already mastered.
"Breakfast is on, hon", I called as I served.
That was another difference between Greg and my ex. I only had to call him once
and there he was striding through door shaking the excess water off his recently
washed hands. (Note to self... put more hand towels in the bath room.) I loved
watching his eyes widen as he spied the neatly set table, complete with matching
place mats and napkins. His plate was set with two eggs and mine with one, both
with steaming cups of coffee placed slightly to the right of center of the front
of the plate and a glass of orange juice slightly to the right of the coffee.
The creamer and sugar bowl were set within easy reach.
"My goodness this looks wonderful", he said in delight. "You're simply amazing
baby!" I smiled knowing that this was one area where I would always feel that I
was tops. Having him compliment me for it just made it all the better. We sat
down and spread our napkins and I picked up my fork.
"Just a second baby", Greg said seriously. "It really amazes me how perfectly
we fit together and every day I just feel like thanking the Big Guy for it, so
if you don't mind I'd like to start the meal with a small prayer."
"I think that's a wonderful idea", I answered as I was definitely feeling the
same way.
Greg looked up towards the chandelier above the table and started, "God, first
off thank you for bring me and my lovely partner together. It is truly amazing
how you waited to introduce us to each other until we were both at just at the
right points in our lives to really appreciate the other. Now that you have
brought us together we are enjoying the fruits of your work... again and again
and again..." I gave him a look, part smile part stern, but he just smiled back
and went on. "Again, thank you Lord for bringing us together and thank you for
the great food."
"Greg, if you're going to make prayers that long every time we eat I'm going to
have to pre-heat the plates to keep the meal warm!" I said in mock
exasperation. "Besides you don't even know if it tastes good yet."
He stuck his tongue out at me and then put a fork full of food into his mouth.
Smiling he said, 'Unlike some people I never had any doubt... these eggs are
absolutely delicious!" He put on a haughty face and then spoke like a rich
connoisseur. "The sauce is tremendous just the right amount of spiciness
combined with a texture that is rich but not overwhelming."
I smiled with pleasure as he dropped his facade and dug into his eggs with
gusto. We were both pretty hungry after our morning's activities, so we ate
quickly with just a bit of light conversation. As we sat back to relax, Greg
told me that it was time for another shopping trip.
"Greg, what else could we possibly buy?" I exclaimed. "I've got more lingerie
than I could ever have imagined. Then there are all these new heels that
arrived on my doorstep yesterday, bearing your name with my address. And after
our trip to your father's company I'm quite sure that your bag of tricks is also
quite full. So what else do we need to shop for?"
"First hardware honey" he answered me.
"Hardware?" I asked puzzled.
"Yes, baby, hardware. We need a few good eye bolts, a drill set and a stud
finder" he informed me.
"Eye bolts?" I asked, again dumbfounded.
"Yes, for the hanging plants that we will buy" Greg added with a grin.
"Alright, I give up. What the heck are you talking about?" I finally asked in
exasperation.
He gave me his signature chuckle with that Indiana Jones smirky grin and then
explained. "I'm going to put heavy eye-bolts strategically about the apartment
in places were I may at times need to attach some ropes, pulleys or cables. For
example over the bed would be a perfect place for a few." He added a knowing
wink to this last statement. "To disguise the eye bolts we will buy some
hanging plants. Besides, I see that you like plants and this will just go with
your decor. Does that work for you?"
"Whatever Master wants", I told him with a laugh, "But, didn't you say first?
So what's on the list for our second shopping trip?"
"Ah, that's simple", he answered again with a grin. "We're going to need a
really high quality digital camera."
"Hmmm, and just why pray tell are we going to need such a good digital camera?"
I asked knowing full well where he was going, but I knew he just loved to drag
out telling me these things. He knew that I would agree to nearly anything he
wanted, but it was as if he just loved adding a tinge of suspense to our games.
"Dear lady", he began earnestly. "Now that I have such a willing and beautiful
subject to be my bondage model I'm going to need a very good camera to record
our sessions. The camera I used at the lingerie shop uses film and while I
don't mind having someone develop pictures of you sexily clothed, I don't have
any intention of sharing pictures of you in, shall we say, more compromising
situations?"
I laughed out loud at his soft soap approach. "I think that's a wonderful idea
Master. I'd love to be your muse, but only on an entirely exclusive basis.
Hence, taking pictures straight from the camera unto the computer would make me
a very happy lady."
It was a good day for this sort of shopping trip as the weather was being
contrary. Low clouds and a fine drizzle, however, didn't effect our happy
disposition as we went in search of our desired items. At the Hardware store
Greg was asking the elderly gentlemen that looked like he had been born and
raised in this very store where he could find some of the goods when I
interrupted him. "Actually, we don't need a stud finder, I already have one."
The older man looked me and Greg over and then his eyes glinted in amusement.
"Of course you do, my dear", he said easily. "You found him didn't you?" I
couldn't help but laugh and Greg joined in.
I looked at Greg sheepishly, "You know for hanging heavy pictures." He bent
over and kissed me on the forehead, before he turned to follow the salesmen
towards the appropriate bins. Greg was nothing if not decisive. In a very
short while he had purchased a Nikita rechargeable drill, a comprehensive set of
bits and eye bolts that looked like they could hold up a small elephant. To
this he added three rolls of 100 ft nylon rope and a roll of duct tape.
The old gentleman tossed a plastic wrapped set of six different colored
electrical tapes onto the counter next to Greg's other selections. Greg looked
at him quizzically, "What are they for?"
"When you cut the rope to different lengths, it's easier to find the ones that
you are looking for if you use different color tape to wrap the ends", he
answered looking directly into his eyes.
I felt myself blush as Greg began to chuckle. "No need to blush, young miss.
Me and the missus..." He nodded towards a lovely older lady at the next counter
"...Have been enjoying those types of activities since before you were born.
Needles to say, we are still happily married." I didn't know what to say and
still felt my cheeks burning red. "Oh and I saw how you looked at those eye
bolts. Your young man is entirely correct to get the heavy duty ones. No, you
aren't very heavy, but I can see that you are a pretty strongly built young
woman, so you'll see why for yourself when you start to really pull at those
bolts!" He said with a knowing smile. "Yes, I think that you'll be very happy
with your purchases."
I raised my eyes to find his wife standing next to him. "Don't you let this old
hooligan upset you honey" she told me as she took my arm and led me away from
the two men. "They're just men and you can't expect all that much from them in
the way of subtlety." She looked back over her shoulder to see if the men were
occupied. Satisfied she turned back towards me. "Obviously you're new to all
this, right honey?" I nodded yes, as I was still a little take aback by the
whole incident. "Do you love him?"
"Oh, yes. Yes, I do", I said earnestly. Then I thought about what I was saying
and how I must look to the older women and I couldn't help, but laugh to myself.
"I guess that sounded a bit like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz". I blushed a
bit again, but her laugh made me feel relaxed.
"Yes, you most certainly did honey", she said with a smile, "but it doesn't look
like you are trying to find a way to tap your ruby slippers together to go
home... hmmm?"
"No, mam", I told her. "I like where I am just fine. Besides..." I dropped my
voice even lower "...clicking your heels when there six inches in the air isn't
all that easy!" The two of us laughed easily together.
"I am happy for you honey. All that matters is that you love each other. As
long as you have that it really doesn't matter who's calling the shots." She
told me seriously. "Of course, as you'll soon learn, despite yours status as a
"bottom" that you can still have plenty of control of your life. That is what
makes a truly happy long term relationship... team work!" She looked over at
the men who were shaking hands as they completed their business. "You better
scoot hun, your lord and master is ready to leave!"
I smiled gamely at her as I walked over to Greg who took my hand as we left the
store. Her words continued to resound in my head... you can still have plenty
of control of your life. My God was that ever true. I had never felt so out of
control of my life as I had when I was with my ex, what-his-name. I was living
a life that my parents wanted me to have, but it certainly bore no resemblance
to the life that I wanted. Mind you I didn't truly know what I wanted at the
time, but now all was different. My tenure at L&L had been a total whirlwind
and meeting up with this wonderful man that I could only think of as the love of
my life... and my Master... would probably seem to many that I was totally out
of control. But quite the contrary, I had never felt as in control of my
destiny and as alive as I felt right at this moment. A smile beamed out from my
soul and spread to my face.
Greg noticed and asked, 'A penny for your thoughts beautiful?'
I laughed and squeezed his hand. 'I was just thinking how wonderfully happy I
am', I told him as his arm wrapped around my shoulders. 'Of course you can save
your penny though as all of me, including my thoughts are free to you Master.'
The second stop on our little outing was less time consuming. Greg knew exactly
what he wanted from research he had done on the internet. Three mexapixels with
an eight times optical zoom lens and a three times digital zoom he told me as if
I knew what the heck he was talking about. In a mere few minutes he seemed to
have bought every accessory possible including a bigger storage card that he
assured me would be good for a hundred pictures or more before it needed to be
downloaded. As I watched him sign the $800 dollar credit slip I had too
question the value versus the cost, so on the car ride home I asked him.
"It's very simple baby", he responded with a grin. "No film, no developing so
no one else knows our business." I understood that part. I had felt really
uncomfortable picking up the pictures from our last few encounters even though
the firm was very discreet and used to dealing with L&L. This new digital
alternative would totally eliminate that problem. "Besides baby, I intend to
take lots and lots of pictures of you. I've always wanted to be a bondage
photographer where I could take my time with my sub-ject and really enjoy
myself. Digital will let me do that at almost no cost and at the same times
allow me to crop and edit the pictures to my hearts content!" Now that made
sense, in the dollars and cents way that my mind worked.
"Hmmm, Master I will love being the sub-ject of your bondage pictures", I told
him in my best coquettish voice. "Just tie me up tight and please blindfold me
and I promise I will be whatever you want me to be." I knew as the words
slipped from my lips that they were true. It was as if my life was a blank
canvas just waiting for my love to paint the path that he wanted me to take. As
long as he was by my side, or perhaps slightly behind and to the left while he
wielded a crop, I would be happy to walk that path.
That afternoon I found out exactly what it meant to be a bondage model. After
returning from our shopping trip and having a light lunch Greg told me that he
would like to have a bondage session this afternoon. "Whatever Master wishes",
I replied with a smile. "And just what would Master like me to wear for this
session?" Greg rattled off his request like he had been thinking about it for
hours and not just making it up as he went. I was still getting used to how
much he liked garter belts and garters. Even with the baby doll night gown that
he wanted me to wear he still wanted me to wear stockings with garters versus
the elastic topped stay up type. It mattered little to me and besides as he was
known to joke 'it's good to be the king!'
I came out of the bedroom twenty minutes later and was totally surprised to find
a wooden chair perched upon my coffee table that had been moved into the center
of the room. He saw my concerned stare and smiled, "Not to worry baby. There
are a set of your hardcover books underneath the chair legs to make sure that
they don't dent the surface. The white sheet I've placed over them should give
us some nice contrast for the pictures."
"Sounds perfect Master", I said as I accepted the hand that he held out to me.
"And I suppose that you wish me to sit on the chair for the session?" Stating
the obvious was always one of my weak traits. He only smiled, as he helped me
up onto the platform where I turned carefully to seat myself. Only the front
pads of my slipper clad feet rested on the sheet after I sat down. It seemed
that he had used a number of books to raise the height of the chair to achieve
this interesting effect. "I was wondering why you let me wear my leather
slippers instead of one of your favored sets of heels, but seeing as how I had
to climb onto the table it now all makes sense."
"Yes, baby that is exactly why you are now wearing your slippers", he told me as
one of his hands caressed my thigh. His finger tips traced the length of the
suspender and then swirled around the top of the captured stocking. "However by
the end of this session you will have worn numerous pairs of your new heels and
perhaps even a pair or two of your slippers. You see once I've tied you up
appropriately the focus of many of the pictures that I take today will be of
your sexily shod feet. I do so love the sight of a beautiful woman tied up and
bound into a pair of heels... or slippers for that matter."
He smiled at my contemplative look and continued. "One of the things that my
father passed down to me is a love of women in heels and slippers. Even as a
child I remember Mom wearing spiked heel pumps around the house or when they
were relaxing in bed soft satin slippers. Of course Cassy simply feeds his lust
like it was a sweet tooth, wearing anything the company makes and even buying
things she thinks he would like herself! I'm sure you can imagine the effect
that seeing a lovely young woman day in and day out could have on an even
younger and very impressionable youth!"
"Oh my lord, I hadn't thought of that!" I answered in total seriousness. "My
God you must have had such a load of fantasies about her... it must have been
incredibly tough to have her so close..."
"Yes" he replied slowly. "Every young boys fantasy and then some so close and
yet totally untouchable. It's probably one of the reasons why I hated her so
much in the beginning. My hormones were raging as I reached my teen years and
having this beautiful woman walking about our home in heels and skirts or in
short robes and slippers..."
"I think I'm starting to get jealous", I pouted.
"Sorry doll", he said as he gave me a gentle kiss. "Memory lane kicked in, but
that is just to tell you why I have such a fetish for slippers and heels." I
wasn't at all worried about that as that particular 'fetish' worked in perfectly
with my own likes, but his feelings for his step-mom still caused me to wonder.
"I can read the look on your face... and I can tell you in all honesty that
despite my many fantasies about Dad's wife neither of us ever considered acting
on them. In fact it was that partnership that we formed to beat Dad at his own
bondage games that really made us a family. As you can imagine I had every
opportunity to take advantage of the situation, her being bound and me being her
rescuer, but soon what I felt for her turned from lust to... respect."
He saw my confused look and added, "Let me try to explain it this way. Cassy
knew that it made Dad feel good that he was tying her up before he left for work
each morning. You see in his own way he was making sure that Cassy wouldn't
leave him like Mom had... when she died." He paused for a minute to collect his
thoughts and then continued on. "And until I came into the scene and started
untying her before I left for school she had been giving up all those days of
freedom to make Dad happy. Then when Dad started to realize that I was untying
Cassy in the morning and retying her before he came home at night, instead of
letting him get mad about it she made it into a big competition. I know it's
not your average family game but this competition between my father and I was
what kept Dad's mind off of losing Mom. On top of that it brought us all
together as a family." He smiled at me and touched my face with the tips of his
fingers. "So you see baby, there is no reason to be jealous and besides... I've
found you and that's all I've ever wanted."
I felt a shiver through my spine as his words touched me to my core. Every time
that I thought that I couldn't love him any more than I already did he would
come up with something else that would take our love to an even higher level. I
could feel my loins warming from his words and smiled as I thought to myself
that this was almost as good as having sex!
"OK, now back to the matter at hand", Greg told me as he got back to business.
"Spread your legs baby." An unusual command for my current position, yet I
complied as a good bottom should. He held up what looked like a silver plastic
egg which trailed a long wire to a hand held unit. Reaching in between my legs
he slipped the egg in between my pussy lips and then using his finger tips
pushed it deep into my vagina. Now the crotch-less panties also made sense.
"You see doll you're going to be tied up for quite some time as I take my photos
and I don't want you to get to bored. Mind you I'm also not opting to use your
multi-pack unit, because I don't want you so excited that you knock yourself off
of your perch!" With that he activated the unit. He started it out with a low
amount of vibration and then gradually built it up to full power.
"Oh my", I said slightly shocked. "Yes, I think that will definitely keep me
from being bored."
"Perfect" he said as he flipped the unit back into its off position. "Now edge
forward on the chair and put your legs back together so I can start tying your
thighs together." Just like Mr. Thatcher, Greg was a perfectionist when it came
to his rope work. He looped a double strand of rope just below the tops of my
stockings and then wrapped them loosely in a second and third layer of strands.
He threaded the loose end through my legs, up and over the top strands and then
down back through my thighs. Knotting the rope below my legs he tightened the
six coils of rope tightly together until they took on the appearance of a single
white nylon cuff. The rope pressed tightly into my flesh, which while not being
in any way painful, was still more than tight enough to be secure.
He had started with a very long rope and he still had quite a bit left so once
again he began encircling my thighs. The rope nearly ran out when he completed
his third circuit, giving him that same six coil look, but there was just enough
for him to cinch it tight. He had started the second set about an inch away
from the first and now from my view point it looked like to completely different
sets of rope. Before I was finished admiring his handy work he had already
started on another binding, this time just above the knees. Again six coils
tied cinched tightly between my legs. The next flowed swiftly over my suntan
colored stockings onto my calves just below my knees.
My ankles were graced with eight strands of the rope and this time cinched
differently. He wrapped the rope between my ankles time and time again until he
ran out of rope and tied it off. The binding itself was just as tight as any of
its fellows but the difference in cinching allowed for about a two inch
separation between my ankles.
"Now slide back into the chair until your back is up against the wooden rungs",
Greg ordered me calmly as he surveyed his efforts. "Good now slide into these
heels." He slid off my leather ballet flats and placed the heels onto my feet
one at a time. Looking around my bound gams I could see that they were the new
pair of six inch pure black patent leather pumps. They were still a bit tight
as they hadn't been broken in, so I had to settle my weight onto them in order
to get my toes deeply into the tight interior. My feet stretched to the highly
arched soles and my toes were uncomfortably cramped, but I consoled myself as I
thought that it was a heck of a lot better sitting in six inch heels then it was
standing!
"Hands behind the chair" he ordered. I crossed my wrist behind my back and he
lashed them together in that crossed position. With the remains of the trailing
rope he tied my wrists to the wooden cross bar below the chair. His next move
was to add a double stranded "X" which crossed between my breasts and bound my
back tightly to the wooden chair rungs. His final wrapping bound my thighs
tightly to the seat of the chair, leaving me about as helplessly bound as I ever
had been before. One thing about the whole event struck me as important, but it
wouldn't solidify into words yet. Then as I saw him cleaning up some unused
loose rope, coiling and cinching it tight before he put it back into his bag, it
came to me.
"Master, how is it that you are so fast at your bindings and yet still as neat
as Mr. Thatcher", I asked for the truth was he was much faster than either Mr.
Thatcher or his own father.
"Lot's of practice baby", he said with a smile. "First I had to learn to tie
quickly to get Cassy back into bondage before Dad got home and then second I had
to become even quicker as a rigger." He saw in my eyes that I didn't fully
understand so he continued. "When I started working in bondage films my first
job was as a rigger and not as a director. Riggers are the guys that tie the
models up and the quicker he was the quicker that the director could get to the
money shot, so us riggers had to be quick. Of course I was working for one of
the big houses, Harmony Communications, so it had to look good also hence my
neatness plus speed."
"Wow, I hadn't thought about that", I replied thoughtfully. "Master, just how
many women have you tied up?"
Greg gave me his signature chuckle. "Hundreds baby, literally hundreds!"
"Then why didn't you find someone before me to fit my role in our little session
here if you were meeting these HUNDREDS of submissive's" I asked pointedly.
"Reeeooowww", Greg made a sound like an angry cat as he smiled. "Pull back in
those claws baby." He stroked my hair and then slid a blindfold about my head.
The elastic strap pulled the soft padded leather tightly over my eyes cutting
off even a hint of light. "Now open wide so I can put in your gag and then I
will answer your question while I take your picture." The soft latex ball gag
soon filled my mouth effectively cutting off the rest of the questions that I
might have asked. The only thing I could hear was the camera zooming in an out
as digital cameras don't have shutters that click as they take there pictures.
"First of all baby", Greg began his story. "Not all women who pose for bondage
pictures or participate in bondage films are submissive's. For a lot of them it
is simply a way to earn a paycheck. You see most of them never take off their
panties and don't have to do anything except look pretty and get tied up, not a
bad way to earn a few grand for two or three days of work." He paused for a bit
and I heard him moving to a different location. The zoom whirled and I suppose
another batch of photos was shot. "Then there were the true submissive's in the
harder core films. They would do the tougher shots like having their elbows
bound together during a hogtie sequence, nipple clamps with weights, suspension
bondage... well you get the idea."
"Yes, I did date some of those ladies and yes, I did tie a number of them up
during our relationships", he told me softly. "But it also never got this
far... being with them was like trying to fit that proverbial square peg into
the round whole. Sooner or later the relationships just fell apart because they
didn't have that special spark that I was looking for in a lover." That chuckle
of his filled the room as he moved to my right. "In fact I can say with total
certainty that not a one of them would have ever asked why I had picked them
versus the rest of the world's female population. Of course that is probably
one of the signs of the spark that only you possess which draws me to you like
no other."
The 'little egg that could', now humming deep with in my loins, was just enough
to keep me on the edge constantly. It made me hot in a physical sense while his
words melted me in a more spiritual way. I clenched my hands behind my back
wishing that they were free so that I could relieve myself. Of course the taut
ropes didn't give at all and I couldn't move my hands in any appreciable way.
I started as I felt his hands close over one of my shoes. "Time for a footwear
change, baby", Greg said lightly. "I think I'll switch you into the red six
inch sandals. Hmmm, interesting name, these are called Exposed according to the
box." He pulled the tight pumps off of my feet and slid on the sandals. While
he was buckling them in place he told me, "I really should have looked at the
names Dad puts on some of his shoes, they really are amusing. I'm sure that you
will be happy to know that the last pair of pumps that you were wearing were
called the Ultimate Pumps." Truthfully the name didn't matter, but the freedom
my toes felt in the sandals was greatly appreciated!
I heard the cameras zoom whirling once again and Greg's soft voice painted a
vivid picture for me. "My, my, those sandals work great with your cherry red
baby doll and the red satin gloves. Oh, and the garters peaking out from under
the skirt of your gown pulled taut against your thighs as they hold up your
stockings... lovely. The stockings are just perfect also. They have that
iridescent shimmer that makes your legs look like they are slick with oil. Oh
and the way that the arch of your foot is shown off so elegantly in the tight
red patent leather bindings of the sandals... magnificent. It is as if your
foot is just sliding down the sole of the shoe because it is so wondrously steep
and the only thing stopping you from sliding right out of them is the strap
grabbing your red-painted toes."
This went on for some fifteen or so minutes and now we were nearly an hour into
the session. The egg was still doing its job, but it was starting to lose my
interest. Albeit not entirely, yet it didn't hold the fascination for me that
it had at first. Greg's voice telling me how sexy I looked did wonders towards
keeping my fires lit, but I couldn't help wishing for a more physical motivator.
"Mmmmm", I moaned in satisfaction through my gag. Greg had moved to my left
side and was nuzzling my neck. I heard the camera being set onto the table and
soon felt his hands on my breasts. "Mmmmm", I moaned delightedly, now this is
exactly what I needed! Something to really keep me stimulated until he was
ready to let me cum.
His kneading hands slowly left my grateful silken sheathed mounds and his lips
followed shortly after. I heard him rummaging in his leather bag and wondered
what he was doing. I cocked my head trying to discern what he was looking for
and was rewarded by the sounds of chain links clicking together. That sound was
becoming increasingly familiar so I knew without a doubt what he had found.
Soon his fingers where once again on my breasts, this time pulling them up and
out of their supporting wired cups. His practiced digits tickled and then
manipulated my nipples until they sprouted outwards like little buds at spring
time.
"Owwww", I groaned through the gag as the first clamp bit into my nipple. This
one really hurt and I found myself struggling against my bindings yet finding no
release. "Ohhh... Ohhh", I cried in pain through that damn gag which was now
trying to choke me. My breathing had sped up, do to the pain of the clamps on
my nipples, so that I could barely bring in enough air through my nose. As I
began to calm myself and let the pain soak through me I could feel him handling
the chain that obviously connected the two clamps. "Oww, Oww, Oww", I whimpered
in total distress as I felt the chain pulled tautly away from my nipples. I
tried to lean forward to reduce the stress on my elongated nipples, but the rope
crossed between my breasts held my back tightly to the chair.
"Hmmm, your nipples still seem to be a bit tender from yesterday nights play
time", Greg told me in a clinical sounding voice. 'No shit, Sherlock' I wanted
to shout at him, but on second thought it was probably best that I was gagged!
The touch of his finger fiddling with the binding above my knees made it obvious
where he had tied off the lead he had attached to the center of the chained
clamps. I couldn't move my knees backward and I could not move my breasts
forward so I could do absolutely nothing to ease the tension in the line or the
pain to my nipples.
I tossed my head in frustration and felt my hair fly. Between that and
clenching my fists there was little else that I could move to show my
discomfort. As I slowly calmed down, I felt Greg swapping out my sandals for
another pair of pumps this one with a single ankle strap. "I'm letting you off
easy with these baby", Greg told me with a tinge of laughter in his voice.
"These pumps are called 'Extreme' but they only sport a five and three quarter
inch heel. There the same ones you wore this morning when you blew me. My
little gift to offset your new set of clamps, but you must know that I put them
on with you in mind." This time he did actually chuckle. "I couldn't have you
sitting there bored could I?"
"Aaannnkks ooo ott", I growled through my gag. In all honesty I couldn't hold
it against him, because it was definitely causing an interesting stimulation to
my already heated pussy. I smiled behind my gag as I remembered one of my
mother's old adages, 'be careful what you wish for!' I had been wishing for a
bit more stimulation, just not quite as much as Greg thought that I needed.
Though he was definitely keeping me interested as he stretched my nipples inches
closer to my knees!
My mind was focused almost entirely on my nipples and the pain that was
radiating from their clipped tips. It had moderated to a mere one alarm fire
from the initial four alarm status, but the pain was still very evident. Using
my yoga training I calmed myself and let the pain flow through me, which was
like sending bolts of lightening to my cunny. Combining this with the little
Easter present vibrating away deep within me, kept me just on the edge of
cumming. I barely realized that Greg must have finished his last shot until he
once again began to nuzzle my neck.
"Ooohhhh", I moaned as his hands cupped both of my firm breasts and gently
squeezed them. This once again sent bolts of pure sexual excitement down into
my warm moist love canal... yet, still it wasn't enough to push me over the top.
I shook my head once again in frustration. Greg merely chuckled and slid
another pair of shoes onto my feet.
"Later baby" he told me softly as he buckled the new set of heels into place.
"I promise that you will get the release that you crave... but just not yet."
He let his hands slide up over the ropes binding my ankles, tracing and
caressing the flesh nearest the taut lines. Moving them upwards he massaged my
legs over and around each of their bonds until his hands were resting on my bare
sensitive thighs just above the tops of my stockings. His fingers slid down
into the crack between my creamy smooth hips, but couldn't even come close to
reaching my flaming vagina. I moaned again in frustration realizing that in
this extremely tight bondage situation that it was going to be a bit more
difficult for him to get me off. Stopping his ministrations he said, "Now you
probably can feel that these shoes have a less steeply arched sole with only a
five inch heel. They don't seem to have a name, but they are basically a sling
back closed toe sandal with a cage like set of straps wrapped around your instep
to mid-sole. Black patent leather, by the way, and they really are very
becoming on you!"
I consoled myself in that at least if I couldn't cum yet that my Master and
lover was truly enjoying himself. Good God, it isn't as easy being a bondage
model as I initially thought. This waiting about for heck... hours while the
person behind the camera took the pictures was not as simple as it had looked.
When Greg had originally showed me pictures from his videos and on the net, I
had thought that it looked like a snap. Those girls were getting paid good
money for a really easy job. Just about now, despite the fact that I was
comfortably seated, I was beginning to revise that estimate.
Greg switched me next into a pair of fluffy feathered marabou mules, which I was
told were red satin with again a five inch heel. But after that he surprised
the heck out of me by sliding on a pair of flats. "Those are your white satin
ballet flats" he informed me as I heard the camera's zoom working. "Now I would
like you to arch your feet in them with only your toes touching the table, while
making the sole of your foot as straight to vertical as possible." I arched my
feet into a modified 'on pointe' position. The sole of these flats were solid
leather and not the soft split-soled suede of ballet slippers so I could not
reach my highest extension. "Ah, that's perfect baby, simply perfect. The toes
of your slippers are touching the table so lightly that the satin tips are
staying perfectly rounded. Oh, and your feet are arched amazingly to get that
nearly vertical line from your soles. The frontal view is stupendous! Your
knees are raised to keep those arches high, forming a beautiful trail all the
way down to the little bow at the throat of your pristine white slippers."
The next thing I knew his fingers were untying the ropes about my thighs. It
wasn't easy as he had purposely tied all the knots under my legs so that they
wouldn't show up in his picture set, but he got them loose somehow. Then my gag
was being pulled out and his lips met mine as one of his hands pushed its way
between my still tightly tied legs. He found his way to my moist mouth and
began rubbing my clit just the way I liked. I leaned into him in total abandon
as now I knew that he was finally going to reward me for my patience.
"Ooowww.... Ooooowww", I cried as his other had closed roughly on one breast and
began to play with the clamp. I began to buck against my bindings causing the
chair and table to creak ominously. This was far from my comprehension though,
as the orgasm that had building for nearly two hours burst over me in mere
seconds after being truly touched. His hand on my chest roughly restrained me
as despite my obvious release Greg continued to vigorously rub my clit. It
became self-evident why shortly.
"OH SHIT" I screamed in panic stricken pain as he removed one of the clamps from
a nipple. I don't ever remember having my nipples clamped for so long a period
and now I was learning that that numbness was only temporary. I threw myself at
my bonds like a mad woman as the excruciating pain of the blood flowing back
into freed nipple hit me. It took all of his strength to keep me from throwing
myself off the table as I sucked in lungs full of air through both my nose and
mouth. "OOOOWWW" I cried once again as the second clamp was removed. It didn't
hurt any less than the first, but I was more prepared for it this time. Tears
sprang unbidden from my eyes and were soaked up instantly by the blindfolds soft
fleece padding. Greg continued to rub my clit more and more quickly until the
excitement of my next orgasm engulfed the pain and took me for one of the
wildest rides that I will never forget.
Greg wrapped his arms around my middle and held me tight as my whole body burst
into convulsions. My strong feet and legs were arching and pushing against the
table so strongly that I nearly tipped myself over. Next I threw my body from
side to side again almost causing me to fall. Again and again my body strained
and pulled in utter abandon as this mother of all orgasms ran its course through
me. Greg held onto me for all he was worth and finally... finally... the waves
calmed and I sagged sobbing into his arms.
"Are you OK baby?" He pleaded with heartfelt concern as he lifted the mask from
my eyes.
I managed to wink at him and finally forced a tired smile to my lips. "Oh, I'm
much much better then OK Master. I may not be able to move for a while, but I
am much much better than simply OK." I repeated myself exhaustedly. "My God,
so this is what it means to be totally sated! I've read about it in romance
novels but I never thought that it was true." I leaned forward limply and let
my bonds hold me to the chair as Greg untied the ropes. When I was freed he
picked me up in his arms and carried me gently over to the couch. He laid me
down and pulled the gray wool blanket over my supine body as I lay there totally
exhausted.
He kissed me on the forehead and went to leave the room. "Master" I called
tiredly, "what about your needs?"
"I'll call for you later baby. For now just relax and rest" he said to me
softly.
"OK" I responded slowly as my eyes closed and my consciousness departed from
this world.
"Baby, oh baby" I heard as if from far away as I slowly regained my senses.
"Yes... yes, I'm here", I said through a deep yawn.
"I would greatly appreciate your presence in the computer room baby", Greg told
me much too brightly. I struggled into a sitting position and finally gained my
feet. My body was already beginning to ache from all too many pulled muscles
and that made me think of a nice warm soothing bath. I smiled as I trudged
tiredly, with nearly closed eyes, towards the sound of my lover's voice.
My lids flew open as I rounded the door frame. Greg sat there nude in the well
padded tan leather chair, but that wasn't what drew my attention. There I sat
bound to the chair, blindfolded, gagged, clamped and shod in six inch heels on
his computer screen which was the size of a moderate size television set. As I
walked closer I could see the incredible detail of the picture. The way my red
lips sucked in the black gag, how my nipples were pulled so taut that they were
white from the strain, how symmetricly perfect each of the sets of white nylon
coils were and how incredibly high my heels were suspended above those tall
spikes.
"Incredible isn't it?" he asked obviously pleased with his work.
"Yes... yes" I replied as I took it all in. I knew what I had been doing and I
had already seen pictures of myself bound, but blown up on such a large
screen... wow. It was a lot assimilate all at once.
I saw his hand moving, gently stroking his penis. "Hey, no stealing my job", I
cried in mock horror.
Greg laughed, but his hand did drop his near hardened cock. "Speaking of your
JOB... I really could use a blow job just now."
"Of course Master" I responded obediently as I began to move towards him. Greg
clicked a button on the screen labeled slide show and then the picture that I
had been looking at expanded to fill up the whole screen with a legend at the
bottom saying it was one of ninety-eight.
"You took ninety-eight pictures of me?" I asked incredulously.
"Actually, over one hundred and ten, but not all of them came out", he told me
as he pointed towards his waiting cock.
"And you want me to blow you while you are looking at these pictures of me?" He
nodded yes with a smile. "My, oh, my you do just love to have your cake and eat
it too!"
Greg just smiled at me as I knelt between his legs and began kissing his balls.
He turned back to the monitor and clicked to the next picture as my lips began
to encircle his swiftly hardening rod. I could hear the measured click, click
of the mouse as he advanced through the pictures while I began to ride his thick
manhood up and down. I added my hand to the mix pumping him into my mouth on
the up stroke and sucking him all the way into my throat on the down stroke. It
seemed like I had just really gotten into it when a huge wad of cum splashed
against the back of my throat. I backed off and continued to use my hand to
pump him as I sucked down his hot jism. This seemed to go on for much longer
than normal and Greg moaned in pleasure. Finally his eruption ebbed and I
licked off the last few drops from the tip of his head.
I looked up into his eyes as he looked down at me with a sated smile. With a
chuckle he said, "It's good to be the King!"
