The Game - Part 2

The Game -  Part 2
by Rainbow Golding
The Game -  Part 2 by Rainbow Golding
 
The game had become a lot more serious than Jeremy and Megan’s initial gambit. Jeremy had been busy…

One week after their first meeting – Megan found herself in one hell of a predicament. She was wearing nothing but her own sweat glistening gently in the moonlight. Her feet remained unbound – but her knees were cinched tightly together with a simple length of clothesline. Her wrists and elbows were bound firmly, and were raised high above her back. Megan’s delicate hands were attached to one of the ceiling rafters, and she was going nowhere – on strapado.

The muscles in her back were beginning to ache by this stage, so long had she been bent over like this. There was a delicate strain on her ankles – and she struggled to retain her balance. To add to her troubles, her mouth was stuffed with a flannelette towel, sealed in by a piece of harshly applied duct tape. She made a grunt into the tape – and attracted Jeremy’s attention.

“Now now Megan. Don’t pretend you don’t like it – you little slut!” Megan thrashed her hands in protest – but she knew Jeremy was right.

“Now I’ve got your full attention – I can tell you about the next stage of our little game. Would you like to hear about it?” Megan nodded her head violently – as beads of sweat fell crisply onto the floor.

“I’ve managed to get a sabbatical this year Megan – and guess who’s going to be my research project!” Megan shuddered at the prospect – more excited than she had ever been before in her life.

“Of course – things would be boring here in your lounge – so we’re going to a lab I’ve created especially for you in my country house. It’s small – but perfectly formed of course.” Megan rolled her eyes. It was amazing how a few simple words could stimulate her more than the vast majority of her boyfriends put together.

“I call it the ‘Bondatory’. Trust me  - you’re going to like it!”

With that – Jeremy sat down and watched a little television, whilst Megan continued her mock writhing and mewing hopelessly into her restrictive gag.

An hour must have passed before Jeremy continued his briefing on the ‘Bondatory’.

“As you know Megan – I’m a talented scientist, and I can use my knowledge for good as well as evil…”

“I finished the final touches of the ‘Bondatory’ this week. Formally the cellar – it’s now a tribute to restraint, pleasure, pain and sheer sexual desire.”

“Of course – we have to get their first. I’ve devised a very simple cocktail of drugs that will put you to sleep safely – and when you wake up – the experiment will have begun.” Megan trusted Jeremy – and knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. He was a clever man – and knew exactly what he was doing. No – she wasn’t afraid. She was desperate to wake up in the ‘Bondatory’ – and spend Jeremy’s sabbatical bucking and writhing for all she was worth.

“Megan – her come the drugs…” Jeremy said, as he placed a cloth to Megan’s nose. It was soaked in a chemical cocktail that soon put Megan to sleep. She went limp in her bonds – and Jeremy propped her up, running his hands lightly across her slick body. Jeremy quickly untied the various ropes – and dressed Megan in some simple clothes he had retrieved from her bedroom. Carrying her to the car – Jeremy secured her to the front seat – and watched her sleep gently – dreaming of what was to come…

Megan’s eyes started to flutter open just a little. She realised that she must be in the ‘Bondatory’. She was dead right.

She wasn’t naked – no. That would be silly. She was in a tight, body-hugging suit that followed the contours of her body perfectly. The suit was made of a polyacetylene derivative – an electrical conductor. Placed at strategic points across the suit were electrical probes – the purpose of which would become all too clear to Megan very soon indeed. A sensor on each nipple – her belly button, and one on each of her labia.

Of course – the suit wasn’t the only thing that was adorning Megan’s body. She was laying flat on her back – on a padded, upholstered table. The room was totally dark – and Megan had no concept of what was happening. She was loving it. She was laid in a spread-eagle position. Her hands and feet were pulled down tightly onto the table with plastic straps – and a quick inspection on her part confirmed that she was going absolutely nowhere.

There was no need for a blindfold in this totally dark room – and if anything, the absence of one was even more intimidating. A gag was however mandatory. This time, an elaborate restraint had been devised by Jeremy. A rubber ball had been made – that contained tiny microphones. The purpose of this would be made soon very clear. In her ears – Megan had inner-ear headphones, and before long, they were ringing with the sound of Jeremy’s voice.

“Welcome to the ‘Bondatory’ Megan. Some instructions before we begin. Of course – there is no point whatsoever in struggling. You don’t want to escape anyway. You’re wearing a gag that contains radio-based microphones. If you hum our safe-tune for a genuine reason – you will be released immediately. Any other noise will not be greeted so kindly. At the sound of any noise – the gag will start to expand – and will not stop. I suggest you keep very quiet indeed.”

Megan pulled against the plastic straps – but they didn’t budge. She let out a quiet mew into her gag – which increased in size just a little. She knew she couldn’t do that again!

She began to settle down into her bondage. She was relatively comfortable – not going anywhere, but comfortable. Almost relaxed. It wouldn’t last long of course.

“Megan. It’s time to begin. The suit you’re wearing connects together a series of electronic pleasure pads. They can stimulate various parts of your body – with no effort on your part whatsoever. For example – those pretty breasts of yours.” A gentle shock ran across her tits. She jumped – and let out a moan of surprised pleasure. Once again – the gag expanded a little. The electric sensors now began to come on in delightful earnest. Strong pulses were felt across her erogenous zones – and she was finding it harder and harder to keep quiet.

Ten minutes of pure stimulation – and her jaw was aching wildly – but not as much as her sex. Fire, and fire and heat and heat were building – beyond the point of control. Soon enough – it could be stopped no longer. An amazing orgasm pulsed – literally – through her whole body. Megan screamed with delight, slamming her body up and down on the table, completely losing control of her senses.

By the time she had finished – her gag must have been the size of a small football. She was thankful that it began to shrink back down to its original size – and the electrics ceased.

“I think you enjoyed that Megan. Don’t worry dear – there’s plenty more to come…”

The Game – Part 3

The ‘Bondatory’ was a work of art for Jeremy. He had perfected it during the first week with Megan – over the few days they weren’t together practising ‘the game’. Of course – the project had been on the go for somewhat longer than a week.

Before starting his Ph.D – Jeremy’s parents had both retired to a picturesque Spanish villa – leaving Jeremy the use of the country house. He had wasted little time in ‘customising’ it to his own unique requirements. The cellar was perfect for the experiment. It was a roughly square room – though the finish on the walls was a little rough.

The first step was to make the room light and sound sealed. A simple foam lining on all four walls solved the latter problem. The light effects were a little more tricky. There were no windows in the room – but the door was a little rickety. Small beams of light kept passing in through the sides – and the problem was potentially difficult. Jeremy’s scientific knowledge came to the rescue once again – with a new door – moulded to the contours of the frame, like the polymer suit was moulded to Megan’s curvaceous body.

She was still lying flat on the table – strapped down securely. She had just about recovered from her first orgasm – which had seized up half the muscles in her body. She lifted her head above the table- to try and inspect her situation. Of course – she couldn’t. A totally dark room makes things a little difficult. She laid back, tensed the muscles in her wrist, and enjoyed her restraints.

Using a CCTV camera – based on IR night vision technology, Jeremy watched her keenly. He knew that it had been a good idea to have the technology installed. The night vision camera allowed Megan’s full predicament to be observed. Strapped down to the table – the polymer suit displayed her ripe femininity. Jeremy smiled – delighted that he had found a great girl, who was into bondage as well. From the little time he had known her, Jeremy well understood Megan’s personality; strong enough to allow herself to be dominated.  Sounds paradoxical – but it isn’t.

Looking at Megan – Jeremy realised something. He hadn’t been this excited and enthusiastic about life since the first time he had indulged his pleasure for bondage. The girl in question was nowhere near as stunning as Megan – but the feeling of trust was there. That was Jeremy’s real turn-on - the fact that a woman trusted him enough to allow herself to be dominated.

But for now, the philosophy had to wait. Jeremy had to attend to Megan’s needs. It was time for a new experiment in the ‘Bondatory’.

“Megan.” She lifted her head in shock as Jeremy’s voice flew through her headphones.

“It’s time for the next experiment. I’ll join you shortly.”

Jeremy left the lounge-room, where he picked up the CCTV pictures – to go to the cellar to join Megan. When he flung open the door – she lifted her head – her eyes shocked at the light coming through the door.

“Hello Megan.” Megan let loose an obvious smile over her gag. Jeremy removed the restraint.

“Thank you. That was amazing.” 

Jeremy reciprocated her smile, and continued the conversation; “It was my pleasure. Now I think we can move onto the next experiment.”

“How the hell did you get all the time to build this stuff?”

“Now, now, now. All these questions for a sub. Naughty girl!” He teased her. “Students have a lot of time on their hands during the summer you know!”

Megan smiled once again – realising that Jeremy wasn’t going to tell her anymore. Frankly, she didn’t want to know – the mystery was all the more exciting.

“Now then Megan – it’s time for a new test.  We haven’t tried a chair-tie yet – and I think it’s about time we did.”

Jeremy pressed a switch on the side of the restraining table  - and the straps pinning Megan down were released. She worked her way free – and stood by the side of the table.

“Let’s get you out of this suit” Jeremy said, as he began to release the conducting suit. By the time he had finished – Megan’s stunning body was once again a vision in his eyes. The simplicity of her form was more stunning than any sculpture, more elegant than anything Michelangelo himself could have sculpted. Jeremy maintained his composure – as Megan stared into his eyes, smiling intently.

She began to lean in towards him, her eyes closed. Their lips connected - for the first time. Their hearts raced wildly – but they both wanted the bondage to continue. There would be time for simple sex later.

Jeremy led Megan to a simple black chair in the middle of the room. It was made of ash – and screwed into the floor. It was composed of a series of rungs – that would come in useful later. As Megan sat her down, the cold wood sent a shock through her legs. A few seconds later, the same feeling flashed across her back, as she made her body upright. Jeremy got to work.

He decided to work from the bottom up. He gently placed Megan’s ankles together. From underneath the restraining table he grabbed some lengths of white rope. Using a lark’s head knot, he wrapped a length firmly around her ankles, cinching them together securely. He repeated the same process above and below her knees. Sweat was now flowing gently down her legs.

“Calm down Megan” Jeremy said, jokingly. She said nothing – her heavy breathing gave all the messages that were needed. Jeremy continued. Using a small length of rope, he attached her ankle-tie to one of the rungs under the chair – preventing her from moving her ankles forwards away from the chair. Megan tried anyway – as could be seen from the tensing muscles in her legs. As she struggled playfully, the chair made no sound. It didn’t creek at all. Jeremy had been very careful to make sure that it didn’t make that annoying racket most chairs do when a woman is bound to them. Megan’s breathing became increasingly erotic – as Jeremy continued his work.

He elegantly moved her arms behind the back of the chair – so that her shoulders were resting on the top rung – the wood pressing against her underarms. He quickly made sure of the restraint by fastening her elbows tightly together. Megan was nearly hyperventilating by the time Jeremy strapped together her wrists. She knew escape was impossible – and she was in for another fantastic session of bondage. He continued with breast bondage. Rope above and below Megan’s ample breasts set the foundation for his work. Subsequently, Jeremy moved rope like an artist up and down over her breasts - creating a simple bikini harness. Megan finally controlled her excitement enough to speak – but as she opened her mouth – Jeremy forced in a white chin strap ball gag – behind her teeth. Mewing into her gag, she looked at her bonds. She seemed a little panicked – so Jeremy leaned into her ear;

“Remember our safety song…” He said, and hummed Rule Britannia louder than ever before in his life.

Megan laughed as hard as should could in her breast bondage. Jeremy added the final touch – by wrapping large strands of rope around the chair and Megan’s upper body. It was now absolutely certain that she wasn’t going anywhere.

Jeremy stepped back to gaze on Megan – who was now a man-made wonder of the highest order. The ropes that restrained her perfect body were perfectly formed – and there was a beautiful harmony to her bondage. Megan started to struggle in her ropes – but the chair didn’t move, and it didn’t make a sound.

“See you later” Jeremy said – and the room was dark once again, as he closed the door behind him. Megan could no longer see her bonds – but could feel them, and feel the pleasure they were bringing. She couldn’t wait to find out what the next ‘experiment’ would be…
 

 
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18.09.04