She sat bound to a hard chair, tightly cleave gagged with a thick latex strap. Panties had first been wadded and the stuffed into her protesting mouth before the strap was pulled between her lips and pulled tight and buckled. Her initial protest had only caused her assailant to pull the strap another notch tighter.
Emily struggled helplessly in the basement room. She was dressed in a tight black latex catsuit, thigh high black leather six inch stiletto boots. On her arms she wore long black kid leather opera gloves. Tight leather straps bound her.
Emily’s gloved hands were bound at the wrist, hands behind her back, behind the chair with more straps. The straps were tight and unyielding. More leather straps bound her torso to the chair pinning her arms into the small of her back causing her wrists to be pulled pressing into the back of the hard wooden chair.
What was worse was the strap at her elbows pulling them uncomfortably until her elbows were almost touching. Obviously she had been tied by an expert who had pulled the straps just tight enough to be really uncomfortable but not so tight to cut off the blood circulation to her lower arms to inflict damage to her nerves.
Straps ran over the tight latex catsuit, around her waist, above and below her chest, round the back of the chair, binding Emily tightly to it. When she struggled helplessly, the straps would rub against the latex making a soft squeaking sound. A strap over her thighs running under the seat kept her ass pulled down on the chair seat and another strap at her waist pulled her tightly into the chair back. There was hardly any wriggle room making the position almost unbearable.
Emily legs had been force apart. She was bound at the ankles of her thigh high boots with more straps, tightly to the front chair legs. Her legs were also strapped at the calves to the chair legs. Emily tried to rock the chair, but it was bolted to the basement floor. Her captivity had been well planned!
She had sat in the cool dim basement room for a couple of hours struggling in vain. The room was stark. It was just bare brick walls with thick wooden joists and rafters above her head. On top of that there were a couple of inches of thick oak floorboards.
She had called out as best she could in her first hour of captivity, but her assailant had planned the place to keep her too well. The underground room seemed to absorb the sound she made rather than echo around and amplify the distressed, muffled gagged calls for help.
Her ass hurt from the wooden seat, her arms and legs were aching and her jaw felt like it was on fire. She tried to get comfortable with just the subtle movement of her body that the straps would allow and failed miserably. Emily wondered how long she would last tied like this.
Then she blinked at the pain in her eyes as the light suddenly turned on and she heard a tap of heels on the rickety wooden stairs behind her. The light glared and lit the room. A single strand cable dropped from the ceiling with a bare lightbulb. Emily could only recall vaguely her assailant dragging her down the steps what felt such a long time ago now, and how the straps had been cruelly tightened about her body holding her a captive to their whims.
Emily was weak from being bound for so long. She could hear the captor behind her. She tried to twist her head unsuccessfully to glare at them. She had been staring at the brick wall in front of her for an age and this would be her first human contact for a while. She could hear heavy breathing. Then she smelt the perfume and knew the woman who did this to her had returned.
Emily felt her hands on her shoulders and she clenched her gloved bound hands into hard fists. She was angry and her body shook with rage, not fear.
The woman’s hands caressed her shoulders kneading them in a gentle massage before slowly moving down her arms and across her taut latex covered breasts. She could feel her hands through the tight latex catsuit. When the woman’s fingers found the zip at her neck she started to slide the zip lower releasing Emily’s tightly pressed boobs from their latex prison. Emily murmured through the gag.
“Hello lover how do you feel?” She felt the woman’s soft breath on her cheek as she whispered it into Emily’s ear. Then she felt the tongue lick her ear lobe and her teeth nibble the ear before kissing Emily’s neck.
Emily mmphed a protest over the tight gag. It only got her the woman’s finger pressed over the gag onto her lips. It was the way you would tell a naughty child silently to stop talking. That was like a red rag to a bull. Emily shook her head aside removing the finger from her face. All that did was to antagonise the woman.
The woman sat astride her, pressing Emily’s thighs into the hard wooden seat causing her to grunt in protest. The woman bounced on her thighs once. Emily squealed quietly, and tried not to make a sound. She grabbed Emily by the chin and held her head tightly. Then she held either side of Emily’s cheeks. She bent her head and kissed Emily on both cheeks above the tight strap digging into her jaws. Then she kissed her on the forehead before rising to stand in front of her.
The woman was a tall brunette. Her hair had a slight curl and framed her face to fall down over her shoulders down to her shoulder blades. She was about five foot eight in height but the five inch metal spiked court shoes she wore took her to nearly six foot in height. She towered over Emily who was only five four in her stockinged feet. She had light brown eyes made up with a smokey eyeshadow and subtle false eyelashes that fluttered at Emily.
From the woman’s shiny brown hair that had been bushed so it shone in the light, to the plucked eyebrows framing her gorgeous eyes that made Emily melt. Emily’s eyes traced downward to the woman’s cute button nose and the dimples in her cheeks. The woman looked like a goddess. She smiled looking down at her victim with a gleam in her eye.
She brushed a stray hair from her cheek and flicked it back behind her ear, and then she smoothed down her dress. It was a little black dress that Coco would be proud to have worn. It fell to mid-thigh, with spaghetti straps at her shoulders that showed the woman’s tanned shoulders. Her hands were pressed to her hips as she stood one foot in front of the other in front of her prisoner. The pose had the effect the woman desired. Emily looked up longing for her. Emily wanted this woman badly. If only she would let her go, she would be putty in her hands and would do anything for her.
“I see that you still have a bit of struggle left in you. Maybe another hour should soften you up a little more.”
Emily glared at her trying her very best not to let the woman see her anger and distress. She shook her head side to side in protest. She really didn’t think she could take being tied up like this any longer. She closed her eyes and dropped her head in defeat.
“So my pretty parcel wants to be unwrapped, huh?”
Emily looked up in defeat and nodded her head.
“So you admit that you can’t struggle free and there would be no way for you to escape my evil clutches?” Emily looked down and shook her head again.
The woman sat on Emily’s legs again causing a small grunt from her. Her dress rose up her thigh and Emily looked down to see the woman’s strong tanned thighs. Emily looked up and stared into the woman’s face. She ran a hand through her hair brushing it over to one side. Eyelashes fluttered. Her eyeshadow blended to enhance the woman’s eyes. She was hot. Emily could feel the yearning between her thighs. If she could get a hand free, she could possibly pull the gag down and spit the wadding in her mouth out and kiss the woman in front of her. The woman’s words brought her back to reality.
“And if I let you out, then I win the bet, and you will be a good girl and do what I say for the rest of the weekend?”
Emily nodded.
“Sorry Emily I don’t believe you are showing the right sort of subservience just yet. Perhaps you need a little more persuasion.” Metal gleamed in front of her eyes, catching the harsh light from the bulb overhead. A thin metal chain dangled between the woman’s fingers as she toyed with it.
Emily looked up in shock. Hadn’t several hours of tight bondage been enough torment for her to endure. She hated what was about to happen much more than the tight restrictive bondage she had endured.
The woman’s red varnished nails took hold of the catsuit zipper and she very slowly pulled the zipper down exposing more of Emily’s flesh. She had to squeeze the zipper under the belts until the zip was opened to Emily’s crotch. It was only the tightness of the latex that held her breasts inside the catsuit. The woman’s hands took hold of the open sides of the catsuit and pulled them aside and Emily’s breasts popped out and bounced down onto the leather strap under her breasts.
Emily looked down at her exposed and now vulnerable breasts as the woman’s fingers stroked across her boobs to come to her nipples. Gentle flicking with the red shiny nails; matching the woman’s shiny red lipstick; caused Emily’s nipples to harden despite her willing them not to. The woman bent and the flat of her tongue rasped over them. Then she took each nipple into her mouth sucking hard and kissing them until they were as hard as bullets. The woman took great pleasure rubbing away the lipstick left on her captive’s boobs, but teasing the rock hard nipples with her thumbs. Emily groaned in pleasure. Then she squealed as the woman took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and at first squeezed; then twisting and pulling her nipple out away from her body.
Emily bit down on the gag as the pain shot through her breasts. She grunted her displeasure and the woman let her nipples go. The game continued several times. Nipples licked and sucked only to be pulled and twisted. A final pull caused Emily’s eyes to widen and she couldn’t help but watch as the woman’s beautiful hands squeezed the clamp open and then released it onto the pulled flesh either side of her nipple. She had to close her eyes as the pain suddenly shot through each nipple as the clamps closed on her flesh. She grunted in pain and tried to shake her body to try to get the clamps to fall off.
She should have known better. Clover nipple clamps only tighten under pressure. They were evil. There was no escaping, as the woman slipped a finger under the chain and gently pulled stretching the chain out and making the clamps pull on each nipple. Emily groaned and closed her eyes as the pain shot through her breasts once more.
The woman gave a soft little laugh. Then she bent her head once more to lick at Emily’s nipples. This time her nipples hurt. She flicked the chain with her polished finger nail and the chain swung causing Emily to squeal.
“I think another fifteen or twenty minutes like this will make you a little more malleable.” She rose relieving the pressure on Emily’s thighs and with one last stroke across Emily’s latex clad shoulder walked away. Emily could hear the heels tapping up the wooden basement stairs and the light was turned off leaving Emily in total darkness to contemplate on her aching body and her now throbbing nipples adding to her torment.
story continues in part two
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