She walked into the room slowly, the terry cloth bathrobe cinched up tight. Her face was over done as requested, too much blush and lipstick, gaudy eye shadow and thick eye liner. The cheap blonde wig made her look like another person all together, and that was the point. I wanted her to feel like a different woman; a stranger in her own skin, able to break from her normal boundaries. I could tell by the way she walked she wasn't used to such high heels, again a device to transform her.
"Well let's see the rest," I gently commanded.
Sheepishly she undid the belt and the robe swung open to reveal a day-glow green string bikini. Even through the rouge I could see her cheeks turning red. Was it that she was being made to be exposed while I stayed dressed? Was it the years of stereotyping the "stick girl" bikini body that she didn't posses? Maybe it was just the whole ensemble's tackiness. Whatever it was it turned me on, starting out with some humility would make her training that much easier.
"All of it," I stated firmly as I walked to her and pushed the robe from her shoulders, sending it cascading to the carpet around her feet.
"What is it about these clothes?"
"Well you'll be tied up in this, and I don't want to have to untie your bonds to get at everything." I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me, I knew she could feel the bulge in my pants pressed against her belly. As I fondled the bows at each side of her waist I went on, "By pulling a few strings I can get full access, top or bottom" With that a gave her a big hug pressing he full breast against my chest and running my fingers up her spine to tug gently on the bow between her shoulder blades, then up to the one at the base of her neck."
"No I mean you never seem to want me just naked."
"It's not just you, it's any woman. An almost nude woman is always hotter in my book. She's more alluring, seductive, and even more feminine some how. And it's the mystery, what's known but not seen. Why do we wrap Christmas presents? And on that note there's the fact that a toy is at its best when the wrapping first comes off, no sooner is the paper on the floor than fun time begins."
I could tell by her eyes she didn't get it completely. But a long lascivious circular rub of the hand on the soft thin fabric covering her butt helped explain. Then I gave a gentle pat and broke our embrace.
"Or maybe Victoria's Secret catalogs and Sport Illustrated swimsuit editions were easily attainable soft core that dominated my early, formative, masturbation fantasies."
"Have a seat" I gestured to the arm chair placed in front dresser, facing the mirror. She followed my order, as I grabbed the bathrobe and threw it in to the bathroom. I walked to the bag of toys on the dresser before her, I could see in the mirror's refection her curious eyes were trying to peer around me to see what was in there. She was quite curious about whatever leathery article, with its chrome and lace, I now held as I walked behind her.
The curiosity died as I placed the collar over her throat, and held the fake blonde locks up so I could begin to lace it up in the back. I glanced up at her in the mirror and looking into her reflected green eyes.
"Makes you look at bit regal, huh?"
She didn't answer I could tell she saw her self dolled up like a trollop, and couldn't see the royalty in her temporary persona. I went back into the overnight bag and retrieved her leash. In a fluid and sudden motion I twirled around and clipped end of the lead to the ring on the front of the collar. A mischievous couple of tugs on the leash tested the latch.
"You're right, more pet than princess" I chuckled. I pulled up on the leash and she came out of the chair. I lead her around the room on a pointless path, in no particular hurry, her gait still wobbly on the extra high heels. Finally I got on the bed, "Hop up, girl. Get on all fours my little sex puppy"
Standing on the center of the mattress I slowly guided her to crawl in circles around me. The heels, the bikini, the wig, the degradation, she was a fine pet. I was so turned I wanted to fuck her senseless right then, I could only hope she was excited as well. I hopped off the bed and led her back to the chair but instead of leading her sit down again, I positioned her to stand right behind it.
"Stay!" I commanded. Then it was back into the bag for a couple lengths of soft nylon ropes.
Moving in behind her I knelt down and placed the little coils of rope at each foot. Before I started tying her, I took sometime to amuse myself. I rubbed her calves, the heels made their shape so much more appealing. Then running my hands up her thighs I spent a bit of time exploring every square inch of her bikini bottoms with my fingers.
"Tell me if I get these too tight" I instructed as I began to tie her to the ankles to the back legs of the chair "We need your blood to be flowing for tonight's exercise."
I then proceeded to lash her securely to the chair. She wouldn't be using those heels for walking anymore; and her legs were left tantalizingly spread. As I stood up I took some time to investigate how well this position left her crotch open, my hand moved in and out between her thighs. It was perfect, almost.
Back to the bag to retrieve a set of fur lined hand cuffs. Again I looked at her through the mirror. She seemed to have a pensive grin as I held the cuffs up for her to see. Instinctively she held out her arms, the wrists about a foot from each other. It is always good to see an eager, self training, bondage toy. The cuffs made that unique mechanical clicking noise as they fastened one wrist to another. Another trip to the bag yielded another length of rope.
"Put your hands out again" I asked and she obliged. I tied one end of the rope around the links between the cuffs. The dropped the rope on the floor in front of the chair.
I gave her a lewd wink and walked around the chair behind her and got on all fours. Reaching between her spread feet and under the chair I grabbed the rope and pulled it under the chair to me. Then I sat back on my haunches and began to slowly take in the slack and once tight I decisively and steadily began to pull on the strand. This caused her hands to be pulled under the chair and watched in delight as her body began to bend. The more rope I took in the further she bent. The further she bent the more her delicious booty spread out, inches from my face. I felt like an artist who stretches a canvas onto a frame. Keeping the rope tight I couldn't help myself I began to kiss and suck on those bikini bottoms now stretched tight over her bum, finally I gave her bare cheeks a few playful bites.
Now I passed the remaining length through the back of the chair; through the hole by her knees, between back and seat. Again I went to the front and secured the rope to itself, now that it looped around the cushion. She was now immobilized; I inspected my handy work tugging on the last rope gently. Seeing her somewhat worried face in front of mine began to passionately French kiss my helpless toy. When I pulled back from her lips I noticed the fact that the only thing keeping her beautiful D-cups from hanging down freely was that thin green fabric. I had paid so much attention to the briefs I forgot to examine the bra. The bikini felt wonderful over her nipples and I rubbed and groped until I had my fill, there was little she could do to stop this manhandling in her current position.
"Hmm looks pretty good" I assured myself as I tested the ropes again. Walking to the bed behind her I sat on the end. "See if you can get free" I ordered. It took a second for her to realize what she'd been commanded to do. Then she slowly began to squirm and wriggle. She wasn't getting anywhere, but that was the point. Her futile writhing and soft grunting really got my desire up and I couldn't help myself. I put my hand down my pants and massaged my hard on as I watched the show.
"OK, stop." She obeyed as soon as I completed the sentence. "Now, don't go anywhere I'll be right back." I cracked with a grin. With that I collected my key card off the nightstand and headed for the door. I glanced back and saw the almost comical look on her face as I went out into the hall and shut the door behind me.
I figured she was probably looking herself in the mirror with that whore's face painted on her. What was she thinking? How did I get myself into this one? How long is he going to be gone? What else is in that bag of tricks? What's he going to get? And what is he going to do with it when he returns? Whatever she was thinking, I let her mull it over as I bought a soda from the machine and leisurely drank it down.
Before returning to the room I gave the button on the ice machine a quick press and grabbed a few cubes. I came back into the room and of course she was still in that beautifully vulnerable position. She watched nervously as I walked toward her with something hidden behind my back.
"There you are!" I joked again "I was looking all over for you." I walked in between her and the mirror her face was deliciously at crotch level. "Open up", I said and with that she parted her lips. I placed the ice cubes in her mouth and told her to chew on them. While she crunched away I undid belt, button, and fly to produce my now happy-to-be-free cock. "Now suck."
Always the willing slave I was taken into her face immediately. The combination of cold ice and warm tongue that greeted me was a wickedly uncomfortable yet sinfully pleasurable experience. I let her go at me until the ice was melted and the resulting sensation was pure bliss. After basking in this joy for a minute or two I withdrew, her mouth was only going to be the first stop tonight.
"Are you having fun?" I earnestly inquired as I walked around behind her. Her eyes in the mirror followed my movement. She was looking to see if this was a real question or some new game. I raised my eyebrows to indicate I was sincere.
"Yes" she whispered.
"Really?" because if not I can just get rid of this woody in your coochie right now, and then untie you. But if you like this game there's a lot more fun in that bag of mine. So what'll it be?"
She thought for a moment as I undressed. She had made up her mind as I started to hump her bent butt. "What's in the bag?"
I said nothing but continued to grind myself into her. I slowly tugged the bow at the base of her neck undone. I massaged her now exposed tits; then I undid the bottom rung of the bra letting it fall onto the chair beneath her. A bit more fondling and frottage got us both near the brink of a quiet orgasm. So I backed off to let the tension build.
I walked over to the mysterious bag of goodies and began to pull out all sorts of things and laid them out on the dresser in front of her: A paddle (one side fleece one patent leather), a small anal plug, a small rubber fringe whip, a bear shaped bottle of honey, a strange looking dildo with a tube leading to a pump, and a big tube of KY jelly.
"Here's what I was looking for" I held up a fur lined blindfold. Again I walked behind her and rested my stiffy on her fabric covered crack as I put the blinder on her. I gave a gratuitous double handed cheek grope creating a deeper valley for my cock to enjoy. Then I slowly walked back to the bag.
She could hear a cap being opened and the squirting/sucking sound of what sounded like the honey bear. "Open up one more time" I said as I tickled her chin. Her mouth popped open to receive what she thought would be a honey coated hard on. The taste was honey, but it had been put on a ball gag that was now being fastened behind her head. "A website told me the honey would promote drooling, I'm not sure why that turns me on but it does. Maybe it's your helpless loss of control, or maybe it's just kinky fun."
Now I looked at her in the mirror: The blindfold, the ball gag, and the collar, sure made her look like a helplessly subjugated slave. And in fact she was as I took the paddle and whip and took up my favorite position, behind her.
Alternating the sensations I would rub the fleece paddle on her milky skin, then maybe a light flogging, mixed in with either a soft fleece thump or a leather smack. I never let her know which would be next and would pause for a bit to let her anticipation. The excitement in her could only be expressed as "mmphs" and "gwrlls" through her pretty red gag; which was now in fact beginning to release a steady stream of saliva. I dropped the spank toys to the ground. The drool caused some Pavlovian response in me.
Playtime starts now I thought as I undid the bows at her hips and she was now exposed to her master. I went over and grabbed the honey bottle. I squeezed a bit out right above her anus. The worked the sticky goo from the top of one hole to the bottom of the other. Then dropping to my knees I began to toss her salad. Working diligently from one hole to the next, and back again. Her breathing was hard as she could only use her nose and the hums from her throat her only for of speech. Finally her whole body shuddered as she began to orgasm. Just as I was getting the last of the bee's honey cleaned up, she began to produce her own.
"You naughty girl!" I said as I picked up the paddle from the floor and let her have it with the leather side. Several good solid whacks rang out. "Who said you could cum first?"
I walked over to the table and grabbed the plug and lube. Putting a generous amount of jelly on the toy I again moved behind her. If she'd been a seasoned slave I would have just shoved it right up her ass. Yet I remembered she was a trainee I slowly worked it into her bung with a slow twisting motion. I heard her hold her breath and her thighs tightened as the object continued to widen as it was inserted. Then when it was in place, when the wide part tapered back down, she relaxed.
"Don't you think I want to cum too?" I said as I picked up the whip. Spinning it to give a windmill effect I lashed her cheeks, and then her crotch. This made her writhe and more noises came out of her muffled face.
Dropping the whip, I slid my dick into her now very wet pussy. I knew I had to go slow. She didn't have her full breath due to the gag, and if I'd gone fast I too would be guilty of cumming early. Again this wasn't the last stop for my cock tonight. As I slowly fucked her I undid the gag and she took in a deep breath.
"Anything you'd like to say?" I asked
"God, yes, fuck me!" she pleaded.
At that I promptly withdrew, though she was in a perfect position to get rammed silly, she was in no position to give orders.
I walked around her to the dresser I picked up the vibrator. "Have you ever seen one of these?" I quizzed as I let the tube and pump dangle.
"No", she panted
"Oh, you'll like this then" I almost walked around her again but stopped for a moment my throbbing penis right at her lips. She inhaled me and gave a spot of head without me having to ask, was she almost fully trained?
Once again behind her, I lubed the probe and inserted it into her receptive tang. I flipped the switch on the vibrator and watched her hind quarters jiggle with ecstasy. Then taking the pump in my hand, gave it a few squeezes and her body froze as it began to inflate in side her. I let off the air valve and it returned to normal.
"Oh!" she whimpered.
"I told you that you'd like it."
Leaving the air valve open I pumped again fast and steady and again she began to shake and moan as the toy throbbed within her. I continued this until she was in the full throws of a gagless orgasm. As she came I closed the valve and inflated the probe as far as it would go. She went wild and almost tore the chair to pieces. Once she finished her bound pleasure dance, I released the air; the dildo deflated and so did she.
Now she looked spent. Her face a mess, smeared lips stick, watery eyes streaking their liner down her cheeks.
"One more hole and we're done, are you ready"
She could barely nod out an answer. I removed the butt plug from her and after re-lubing the dildo pressed it against her anus.
"Now we need as much communication as lubrication here. Tell me what you're feeling, if you need more jelly, if I'm going to fast, whatever."
"OK" she cautiously whispered
I patiently waited through minutes of "ahs", "oohs", "slowy", and "hold on" until the probe was fully in her ass; then I turned on vibrator this seemed to relax her more. So now the inflation began as I began to squeeze the pump. I hung on her every word to see how much I could get away with. After a few cycles of deflating and inflating the toy it looked like she would be ready to handle my girth.
I Gave her another lubed butt plugging to increase the dose of jelly in her. Then I gave a liberal squeeze of the jelly on to my excruciatingly excited member. Now was the time for the crucial communication as I slowly pushed myself into the heart of her ass. I spent several minutes sinking in millimeter by millimeter; stopping the process momentarily when she would plead for mercy. I loved watching the expressions she made in the mirror, it was clear she was focused on one thing alone; my rigid phallus invading her most private of personal space. Once I was all the way in I just basked in the glory of being deep in her forbidden zone. Again as slowly as she commanded I began to pull out and push in, pull out and push in. Her face now told a tale of being overwhelmed by the sensation of being reamed. Over time the strokes became longer and faster, until she was truly being butt fucked. Her blank expression now only conveyed surrender; she had been vanquished and ravaged. Now she longed for the victor to claim his victory and I did in pulsating waves of cum, shot deep within her. So hard was the ramming as I climaxed that I worried I would tip the chair over and her with it. But she stayed upright mainly because she was hoist up by my rock hard jubilating woody. Once the last waved past through me I collapsed on her back. I softened and was expelled naturally from my unnatural location this was the last stop for my penis tonight.
I massaged her rope marked legs and aching hunched back as I undid her binds. Thanking her for being such a great playmate. She had gone through one heck of a training session and was now a graduate in the school of B&D.
Once freed, she kicked off her heels and swaggered along a crooked line to the bathroom. She had air, semen, and jelly to expel into the toilet. I followed and jumped in the shower to wash myself. She joined me under the warm running water. We scrubbed one another backs and talked about our unforgettable night; and talked about what we might ever do to top it.
