Part 2
For what felt like the millionth time, Claire Devroux adjusted her stance, the muscles of her legs tightening as her toes seemed to instinctively curl into the thin but surprisingly soft carpeting beneath her feet. Unbidden, a shiver wracked her frame as a phantom breeze caressed her bare skin, the heat of her blush standing in stark contrast to the goosebumps that seemed to decorate her entire body, prompting her to grip the ring overhead ever tighter to try and steady herself. Anticipation churning in her gut and setting a whole swarm of butterflies to flight in her stomach, the redhead forced herself to focus on her surroundings, eyes resolutely forward as she tried her hardest to ignore the sound of movement behind her despite the curiosity burning within as her mistress prepared something just out of sight.
It was hard to focus though, and harder still to find a distraction as after nearly three months of regular visits Velvet Chains had few mysteries left. Most of the playrooms were functionally identical save for minor differences in their layout and furnishings and, like most days, she found herself in room six once again for that seemed to be Elise’s favorite by far. Though whether that was due to the brunette’s own preferences, or simply the luck of the draw, she did not know. Supposedly there were larger and more elaborate facilities on the upper floors for more… specialized types of play, but she had yet to see any of them for herself. As well, much to her surprise and delight, there was a rather extensive fetish shop in the front of the building with a truly bewildering array of toys and outfits on offer. A store that she could admit to having patronized rather extensively in the last weeks, much to the regret of her bank account though, thankfully, her mistress enjoyed an employee discount and had been willing to help out with the cost in exchange for a few suggestions on what to buy.
And yet, despite her growing familiarity with the club, and the pale brunette who had been initiating her into ever more elaborate forms of bondage, today still felt different somehow. For once, as she stood with her arms stretched over her head and her legs spread wide, Claire found herself complete naked, every inch of her smooth skin on full display showing off both her newly acquired lack of tan lines and the fact that she had begun shaving again, the mass of fiery red hair between her thighs reduced to a neatly trimmed strip. Although she found herself blushing slightly at the thought, in truth she didn’t know what to think of her nudity. It had become something of a game between them at this point, Elise practically ordering her to strip as soon as she arrived, but while the older woman had come to revel in showing off her body, and her long disused but rather extensive collection of sheer and deliciously skimpy lingerie, rarely did they go much further than that even if she usually ended a session topless. Never before had she been commanded to disrobe completely on arrival without preamble or explanation. And, combined with the way she now found herself stretched out in a rather vulnerable position, she could not help but wonder exactly what it was her mistress had planned.
Then again, that was almost certainly the point. While it was true that Elise wielded pleasure and pain with the skill of a maestro, it was also true that those were hardly the only tools in her arsenal, much less her favorite. No, if anything it was anticipation that the brunette wielded with the keenness of a razor, drawing each moment out to the point where even the slightest of touches became impossibly sensuous torture and the bondage itself almost orgasmic in its intensity. It was so different from any of her other lovers, small though that pool had been, but Claire found herself eagerly absorbing the lessons regardless. She had always enjoyed being bound, and thrilled at being controlled, but having even her body’s smallest reactions dance to the tune of another had made her feel alive in a way that she had never imagined possible. However, looking back on the last few weeks especially, the redhead was honestly amazed at just how far she had been able to come. Elise was a wonderful teacher to be sure, carefully pushing her to her limits and then guiding her beyond them, mixing rewards and punishments in such a way that even the harshest and most uncompromising positions became ecstasy after a time.
Not that either one of them had been content to leave it at that, of course. Even seven sessions in, the older woman knew she was still at the cusp of discovering, or perhaps rediscovering, herself and so she had also thrown herself back into her hobby of self bondage with more enthusiasm than she had felt in years. An effect, perhaps, of finally pushing herself forward again instead of simply trying to hold on to the sparks of what had been but whatever the case, her newly expanded collection had certainly been put to the test.
Few now were the nights in which she did not at least have her wrists cuffed to the headboard and her ankles bound. As well she’d also begun to tentatively explore sleeping while gagged, hesitantly at first but with increasing regularity as time went on, the heavy panel gag she’d recently purchased with its breathing tube and inflatable plug proving almost tailor made for the task. Initially the throb that seemed to linger in her jaws the next morning after eight hours of having her mouth stuffed had been unbearable, but in time she’d grown to love it, pushing herself further and further each night until being gagged felt almost second nature and she wasn't sure she could sleep without it. Indeed it had proven to be an almost perfect form of training and now she found herself able to endure ball gags up to two inches in diameter with little trouble.
Beyond those experiments she had also begun to study shibari, spending long afternoons binding her body in harnesses of rope or restraining herself as best she could in a variety of positions. Frog ties, breast bondage, even the occasional hogtie, though such a thing was only possible by making the ropes so loose she could easily slip in and out of them. Still the fantasy of being made so helpless was incredible and, when combined with the fact that she’s taken up yoga again alongside her normal fitness routine, the growing flexibility in her limbs and shoulders had begun to open up whole new worlds of possibility if Elise’s praise, and not so subtle suggestions, were any indication.
Beyond all of that, in a fit of daring that had honestly surprised her at first, Claire had also begun to incorporate BDSM into her everyday life in small ways. Nothing too extreme, not yet anyway, but as time went on she found herself growing more than more daring. From folding laundry in cuffs and cooking dinner while ball gagged to wearing nipples clamps while sunbathing (which she had begun to do completely naked instead of just topless) or tying her breasts in a rope harness in lieu of a bra before running errands. Once she’d even gone to work sans-underwear in a skirt that was almost too short and a blouse that was just a bit too tight, a crotch rope and a few bits of tape the only things shielding her modesty in such a wildly revealing outfit. An act that had turned her on so much that she had never dared to do it again, the blush that had been practically etched onto her cheeks that day prompting more than a few of her coworkers to inquire if she had been feeling alright. Even then a part of her longed to feel that intense, exhibitionist thrill once more.
And then, of course, there was her collar. The first gift Elise had given her, the undeniable symbol of just how much her life had changed in such a short period of time and the inspiration for so much of what had followed. Despite the fact that she wasn’t even wearing it at the moment, some part of Claire swore she could feel the phantom sensation of pressure against her neck and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to touch her throat to confirm the absence of leather against her skin. While she was no longer literally locked into the thing outside of her appointments after that first exciting week, the difficulty of showering while collared to say nothing of the discomfort that came from having wet material pressed against delicate flesh as it dried made that impractical at best, the experience of being claimed so blatantly had still been a major turn on and one that she strove to hold on to. Of course the simple collar that her mistress had first gifted her with, more a silent promise to see each other again than anything else, had long since given way to something far more appropriate and much higher quality. Now the redhead found herself the proud owner of a custom made collar of patterned red leather that seemed to compliment her skin tone perfectly, the butter soft material fitting her like a glove. Each and every morning she placed it around her neck, a silent renewal of the promise she had made, and a ritual that never failed to make her smile and never failed to bring a soft blush to her cheeks. Especially when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, eyes practically drinking in the band of tooled leather resting snugly against her skin and the shiny brass ring sitting at the hollow of her throat. A device almost casual enough to be a necklace and yet one that clearly announced her true nature to the initiated.
Having never been truly collared before Claire could admit to finding the experience fascinatingly kinky. Even after she had gotten used to the presence of the collar itself, what it represented never ceased to weigh on her, the constant embrace of the leather a subtle reminder of both her mistress and all the pleasures they had shared together. Some days she tried to hide it with turtlenecks or scarves, on others she wore it proudly and openly, blouse unbuttoned enough to show the world exactly who and what she was, but no matter the case she could never forget it. No one had ever said anything openly, and perhaps it was just her imagination, but still there were times when the redhead could swear that a passer by had offered a knowing look or a subtle smirk when they caught sight of her. As if they too were members of the silent sisterhood she now countered herself part of.
Whatever the case, those days were honestly the best, the attention she received (imagined or not) sending her imagination reeling and inflaming her passions in ways she had never dared to imagine. And yet, even as she had been driven to all new heights of inspiration in her self-bondage and all new heights of passion in bed, the simple truth was that the mere act of being collared had made her feel so utterly, wondrously submissive that part of Claire regretted never having tried it before. More than that, when she wore the collar her mistress had picked out for her the redhead often found herself touching the warm leather, tracing the patterns carved into its smooth surface and caressing the stitching as if there were some message hidden there, before tugging on the ring with ever increasing vigor and imagining that it was Elise leading her on a leash, the almost choking sensation of pressure being placed on her throat honestly turning her on more than she would have expected. Another unexpected discovery about herself, and one that had become undeniable the first time she’d tried it while masturbating only to be overwhelmed by the sheer suddenness and utter intensity of the orgasm that had followed. Once upon a time she would have found the intensity of her own reactions overwhelming, perhaps even frightening, the eagerness with which her body reacted utterly alien, but now? Now it only left her wanting more.
Of course, those reminiscences, pleasant though they were, came to a sudden and screeching halt when something cool and hard and yet somehow flexible abruptly embraced her midsection. Gasping softly at the contact, Claire found herself instinctively looking down just in time to see a corset being clasped around her waist. It was a simple thing at a glance, more a waist cincher than anything else, but it was also clearly of high quality made from finely polished black leather rather than the cheap vinyl that was so often used in such things and set with cloth inserts decorated with elaborately embroidered patterns of russet red silk. Even the silver fasteners studding the front were highly elaborate and exceptionally well made, cast to resemble abstract flowers rather than simple clips. In short, the garment was very nearly a work of art in and of itself and for the briefest moment the redhead felt her heart begin to speed up at the thought of being able to wear something so beautiful, even as part of her recoiled at how much it must have cost. Moreover she had never worn a corset before, another first that her mistress was sharing with her today, but before she could dwell on that sudden thread of uncertainty Elise began to tighten the laces and Claire felt herself gasp as the leather drew tight against her body and the steel boning began to mold her already curvy frame into a beautifully hourglass profile. Tilting her head back and closing her eyes to revel in the moment, and the curiously pleasant sensation of being compressed, the redhead bit her lip to suppress a moan even as she felt the air being slowly driven from her lungs. It was an interesting experience to be sure, almost like being subjected to an overly enthusiastic hug at first, but as the embrace continued to tighten and tighten and tighten it transformed into something else, something almost indescribable. Not just pressure but a feeling very nearly like being held, being restrained, being controlled in some subtle way. Not bondage, not exactly, but something akin to that wondrously restrictive sensation and one that sent a pulse of heat straight into her loins even as if made her nipples throb with anticipation.
Elise certainly seemed to notice her reaction, grin evident in the young woman’s tone as she gave the laces another tug and allowed a hand to roam down the curve of her plaything’s backside and dip between her thighs to just barely tease the lips of her labia, “Looks like someone is enjoying themselves.”
Gasping at the sensation of delicate fingers tracing over even more delicate flesh, Claire drew as deep a breath as the corset would allow and bit her lip to try and suppress a moan, “Yes, mistress.”
Idly and playfully flicking the older woman’s already engorged clit, and eliciting another gasping moan from that elegant throat, Elise withdrew her hand to take hold of the laces once again, “And not too tight I trust?”
Swallowing hard as it took a moment to register exactly what her mistress meant, Claire shook her head as best she could in her current position and tightened her grip on the ring overhead to steady herself, voice little more than a whisper as she tried to put word to the fantasies swirling in her mind, “Tighter.”
Unlike their first encounter when Else had taken it upon herself to rein her newest client in, to ease the older woman back into the bondage scene after so long, this time the brunette just smiled. Far more familiar now with Claire’s limits, and far more comfortable pushing them, the pale dominatrix gave the laces one last brutal tug before tying them down, tightening the corset until the redhead’s already hourglass figure was squeezed into something almost wasp-waisted, “Your wish is my command, slut.”
This time Claire was completely unable to keep herself from crying out as a deep and desperate moan escaped her, a combination of her mistress’s voice and the almost unbearable pressure on her body sending a shard of pleasure straight into her brain before she managed to adjust. Legs actually trembling, the redhead closed her eyes and spent a long moment focused on simply breathing as she experimentally rocked her hips from side to side and explored the limits of the garment now imprisoning her. While it was true that in comparison to being hogtied or the strain of having her legs splayed apart like a gymnast the sensation was remarkably mild, but even so the sheer novelty of wearing a proper corset for the first time and the odd ways in which it restricted her movement and her breathing were startlingly pleasant. Then again, Claire had long ago come to terms with the fact that she was an utterly submissive slut, and a masochistic one on top of that, who craved new ways of being controlled and restrained and punished. Blushing softly even as a tiny smile curled her lips, and realizing that Elise was still waiting for a reply, the older woman swallowed again as she slowly straightened her posture, “Thank you, mistress.”
Chuckling softly as she set her hands on her plaything’s hips and caressed sensitive skin as she slowly circled that beautifully stretched out body, the brunette’s response was deceptively light, “The pleasure was all mine, I assure you. Still, if you liked that, I imagine you’re going to love this.”
Shivering softly beneath that touch, Claire forced herself to open her eyes and watched with eager anticipation as her mistress slipped into view. If there was one thing she’d learned over the last few months it was that Elise had a rather… eclectic fashion sense. Oh she knew it was likely that the younger woman dressed far more casually in her private life, even if part of her hoped that wasn’t true, but at work the dominatrix very much liked to put on a show. There did not seem to be much of a unifying theme to her outfits save for a certain goth or punk inspired flair, but during their time together she had witnessed the brunette wearing everything from semi-formal attire to ensembles that showed off an almost shocking amount of skin. And yet always, no matter what she wore, it seemed to suit the slender young woman perfectly and she always seemed to wear it with such utter confidence that the redhead could not help but be a little inspired. And a little jealous.
Today was certainly no exception whatever the case. Elise had donned a vest of black denim festooned with a riot of patches, buttons, pins and emblems including a rather large version of the club’s logo stitched onto her back and unfastened just enough to show off both a generous swath of her chest and reveal that she wore nothing beneath it save for a pair of pasties. Along with the vest she also wore a pair of leather or possibly vinyl pants so utterly skintight that they appeared practically painted on, so much so in fact that it was equally obvious that there was nothing between the shiny material and the pale skin underneath.
Complementing all of that was a pair of knee high combat boots and a set of fingerless gloves along with a studded leather choker, a combination which almost made the pale brunette look like she’d just stepped off the back of a motorcycle somewhere and was preparing to throw down. An effect that just screamed bad girl in all the right ways.
Of course, as much as she enjoyed admiring her mistress’s outfit, what truly caught Claire’s eye was the almost innocuous bundle held in the younger woman’s hand. The redhead had expected to be collared at some point, that too was basically tradition now, but even though she had worn some fairly strict and rather elaborate collars in the past she had never even given thought to the idea of wearing a neck corset. Then again, as she took in the wide leather band set with the same deep red inserts as the corset now circling her body she could not say that she hated the idea, especially given the way her cheeks seemed to heat up and her pussy clenched involuntarily in anticipation.
Elise’s grin turned triumphant, the dark anodized metal of the piercings studding her lower lip today standing in sharp contrast to her pale skin, “What do you say, slut? Ready to finish getting dressed?”
Finding herself returning that smile, Claire nodded with as much enthusiasm as she could in her current position, excitement at the prospect of another new experience reflected in her blue-gray eyes, “Yes, mistress!”
“Good girl.” Elise replied, lips twitching again as the praise sent a visible shiver down her plaything’s spine, “Now, put your arms down.”
Pleased to finally be able to relieve some of the strain on her limbs, Claire nodded again and silently did as she was told, wincing ever so slightly as she let go of the grab ring overhead and carefully lowered her arms to her sides before almost instinctively clasping her wrists behind her back in an utterly submissive pose. Elise certainly seemed to approve if the tiny nod she offered was any indication, but rather than answer with words the pale young woman instead tucked the collar she was carrying under her arm and reached up with her now free hands to begin somewhat awkwardly gathering her companion’s long, coppery hair into a loose tail. Twisting those silky locks up out of the way into a somewhat messy bun, the brunette flashed another brief smile before carefully wrapping the neck corset around Claire’s now fully exposed throat and sealing the clasps one by one. For her part the older woman just swallowed softly and wet her lips, doing her best to stand perfectly still as cool leather embraced her heated skin. Much like the cincher now squeezing her waist she had never experienced anything like this before. However, in the last few weeks any number of the collars she’d warn had proven quite severe and, unlike some of the truly elaborate and incredible restrictive devices she’d seen on display, devices that at their most extreme would make it impossible to even turn one’s head, the neck corset that her mistress was now slowly lacing into place felt more like an unusually tall posture collar than anything else. Confining to be sure and very much encouraging her to keep her chip up and her eyes forward, but hardly uncomfortable. Although, as the leather pulled tight the redhead could admit that the soft but insistent pressure on her throat was rather pleasant, and more than a little arousing.
As she finished her work, tying the laces into a neat little bow as she did, Elise’s composure seemed to waiver for the briefest of moments as her looked up into her companion's face, stormy gray eyes flashing with something unexpectedly intense, voice soft and raspy and almost raw in its quiet intensity, “You are so beautiful.”
It was hardly the first time her mistress had complimented her of course, but even so something in those words made her mouth go dry and a feeling almost like pressure grip her heart. Wetting her lips again, the redhead found her own voice little more than a strained whisper as she managed a response, “Th… thank you, mistress.”
Starting slightly, as if surprised by her own words and suddenly shocked out of the moment by Claire’s response, Elise shook her head as if to clear it before seamlessly slipping back into character. And yet, even as she watched a crooked half smile grace her mistress’s features, the younger woman placing a hand on her hip as she drew herself up, Claire could not help but wonder. While it was true that the pale brunette had shown many different facets of herself in the last few months, the almost vulnerability that had been reflected in her eyes, and in her voice, was certainly new. In fact the closest thing she could think of was the shock that the both of them had felt during that unexpected first meeting so many months ago now, but this felt different. More profound in some intangible way. As if, for the briefest instant, she had seen Elise’s soul lain bare.
Not that she had much time to contemplate that particular mystery before gentle but firm hands suddenly took her by the hips, long and softly calloused fingers kneading her flesh as her mistress explored her curves and traced the edges of the corset holding her tight. Biting her lip to suppress a moan, the redhead tensed her thighs to try and remain still even as she gripped her hands tight behind her back. It was a losing proposition of course, her already sensitive skin practically tingling with desire as those same fingers trailed up her sides, gliding along the steel ribs compressing her torso before taking hold of her ample yet firm breasts and squeezing with a gentle, insistent pressure.
By this point it seemed as if Elise knew every inch of her body intimately, touching her with a skill that was almost preternatural, and soon enough the older woman was reduced to little more than trembling whimpers as her bosom was massaged with expert care only to let out a cry somewhere between a moan and a gasp when surprisingly strong fingers pinched her nipples and then pulled harshly enough to actually stretch her tits for the briefest of moments.
Clearly back in control, Elise’s smile grew sharp as her stormy eyes flashed in the light, “What do you say we step things up a notch, slut?”
Shuddering softly as a sudden twist of her nipples punctuated those words, and sent a jolt of pain laced with pleasure shooting into her core, Clare practically mewled as she forced out a reply, “Yes, mistress.”
Loosening her grip ever so slightly, Elise’s smile softened as she began to soothe her plaything’s stinging flesh with a far more gentle touch, “There’s my good girl.”
Shivering in pleasure beneath her mistress’s touch, and her mistress’s praise, Claire bit her lip to try and stay silent as she watched the pale brunette smile again before slowly circling her body, fingers trailing over heating skin in seemingly nonsense patterns as she went. Even so the redhead still could not help but gasp a moment later when an open palm smacked her across the ass, playfully but firmly as well. Firmly enough to make her jump and send the sound of flesh striking flesh echoing throughout the dungeon. An equally firm and playful squeeze followed a moment later and this time she allowed herself to lean into her mistress’s touch ever so slightly, a sound almost like a purr echoing deep in her throat as those hands slowly worked their way up her back and onto her shoulders, long fingers massaging away tension that she had not even realized had been building, before gliding down her arms and taking hold of her wrists.
Gentle pressure followed as the brunette silently prompted her to un-clench her hands and straighten up even further until the older woman found herself standing palm to palm, fingers intertwined. Heart pounding in her chest Claire felt her breath begin to quicken as her heart raced, fairly certain that she knew what was about to happen and not at all disappointed when smooth, buttery soft leather began to slide up her arms. By this point she was more than familiar with wearing monogloves of all types, indeed they had rapidly become her favorite type of restraint. Simple, elegant and yet utterly inescapable despite that. Perhaps not as versatile as cuffs or as sexy as a straitjacket or as thorough as mummification, but somehow much more exciting and far more intense than any of them.
Indeed, while the redhead was fond of just about any kind of bondage, the challenge of testing herself against ever tighter armbinders had proven almost irresistible, a determination taking hold within her since that very first session to one day not only be able to simply touch her elbows behind her back but to be able to hold that position for an extended period of time. The fact that elbow bondage also drew her shoulders back and thrust her chest out, making her boobs look absolutely amazing in the process, was entirely secondary. And who knew, maybe one day she could even count herself among those rare women who could not only endure being bound into a reverse-prayer position, but could make their elbows touch even then.
Visions of the future aside, her mistress continued to work and Claire soon enough found herself closing her eyes and gently biting her lip as she reveled in the sensation of cool leather embracing her limbs and slender straps being threaded over her shoulders. And yet, she also could not help but note that unlike other monogloves she had worn these straps didn’t simply cross over her chest but in fact clipped to a ring sitting at the base of her neck corset before extending down to leave her breasts encased in a web of dark leather bands before running under her arms to lock everything in place and ensure that she could not wriggle out of the device no matter how hard she tried. Not that she could get a clear look given the restriction of the posture collar, but from what little she could see the redhead almost desperately wished she had a mirror on hand. Not that she was one to admire herself overly much, but imagining the sight of herself so helplessly bound was such an irresistible draw that Claire found she could not help herself. In any case, once she was secured her mistress then zipped the monoglove up to completely seal her arms away and then slowly adjusted the buckles to steadily draw her elbows together. It was a familiar pressure at this point and the now bound woman found herself almost instinctively going limp as a quiet moan deep in her throat forced her to bite down on her lip once more. Despite her reaction however, Elise did not tighten the binder all that much, snugging it down firmly enough to ensure that her plaything could not move her arms but loose enough that she could still squirm within her confinement if she wished.
“How’s that, pet?” the brunette suddenly asked even as her fingers continued to toy with the various straps and buckles, “Tight enough?”
Recognizing well enough the game that was being played, but barely able to move, Claire simply swallowed and shook her head as best she could, “No, mistress.”
Having honestly expected that answer, Elise did as she had been asked, giving the belts a firm tug and drawing the redhead’s arms back sharply, “Like this?”
This time Claire did not even try to constrain her moan as a rush of heat seemed to settle between her legs and a shudder wracked her body, voice unexpectedly fierce as she practically begged, “Yes, mistress! More, please more!”
That response was a bit less expected, though certainly not unwelcome, and Elise actually found herself hesitating for the briefest of moments before an almost mischievous grin split her features, “Well, since you said please…”
While those words, and their teasing tone, sent a familiar frisson of pleasure up her spine, the last thing Claire expected was for a knee to suddenly brace itself against the small of her back a split second before her mistress took hold of the straps circling her arms and pulled with all her might. For a brief instant the monoglove seemed to constrict like a living thing, the leather actually creaking under the strain as it slowly and relentlessly wrenched her arms behind her back until her elbows finally managed to kiss within their confinement. Moreover, the tight leather held her like that with a grip as implacable as iron and just as inescapable. Much like when she had been laced into her corset moments earlier the redhead let out a moan that was almost orgasmic in its intensity, the shock and sudden strain making her nipples throb and her pussy clench, the deeply arousing thrill of being made so utterly and completely helpless stoking the fires within her loins and making her muscles tremble. For her part Elise just observed the older woman’s reactions, holding her in that pose as if waiting for some unseen signal of approval. She must have gotten it because no more than a handful of heartbeats later the brunette grinned again and fastened the buckles tight, leaving her plaything well and truly trapped until her mistress chose to let her loose.
Letting one hand settle back onto a well curved hip, stroking delicate skin as if soothing a skittish animal while the other trailed down the bound woman’s arms, Elise’s smile softened as she allowed her voice to drop into a warm and yet impish tone, “Very impressive flexibility, slut. All that yoga’s paying off I see.”
Despite the blush coloring her face and the riot of sensations assaulting her body, both the discomfort and the arousal of being bound so tight warring within her, Claire still found smiling in turn as she shivered beneath her mistress’s touch and experimentally strained against the armbinder, “Thank you, mistress.”
Fully taking hold of her plaything’s hips now, Elise chose not to answer immediately. Instead she began to gently guide the older woman across the room and toward the bench that seemed to dominate the center of the dungeon before easing her down onto its softly padded surface. A task made somewhat more difficult by her tightly bound arms, but one the pale brunette had a great deal of experience in. Wordlessly drinking in the sight of the redhead’s now thoroughly restrained and constricted form, a glint of barely concealed lust deep in her stormy gray eyes, the young dominatrix grinned before leaning in so close that their lips very nearly brushed together, “I wish I could keep you like this all the time, pet. Another helpless little toy for my collection. Would you like that?”
Barely able to move, Claire could do nothing but whimper softly as she tried to lean into that feather soft touch, her pussy clenching again and her voice little more than a rough whisper strained with arousal, “Yes, mistress.”
“Marvelous.” Elise practically purred before darting in to give the older woman a quick kiss on the forehead, “Now, you wait right here, I have a few more presents that I think you’ve going to love. Or at least, I’m going to love putting them on you.”
In her current circumstances Claire could do little more than offer a minuscule nod, but even so enthusiasm shown clearly on her face and a feeling of anticipation coiled in her chest as she watched her mistress turn away and slowly make her towards the cabinets on the far side of the room, the deliberate sway of the girl’s hips drawing attention to her slender build and the way her pants seemed to cling to her ass like a second skin.
In truth this was also becoming something of an old game between them at this point, with the redhead left to squirm helplessly within her bonds while the pale brunette moved to fetch some new toy she wanted to try out. And yet, usually Elise liked to position her in such a way that she could not actually see what was happening, weaving anticipation into the moment in a much more visceral way and leaving her imagination to run wild.
This time it seemed she had been allowed a front row seat to watch as her mistress dug through the various drawers and made a show of searching through them, as if she had not meticulously planned every single detail beforehand. Not that the bound woman did not appreciate it as she found herself rubbing her thighs together unconsciously, excitement spiking in her core with each heartbeat as Elise laid out a series of devices on the dresser’s surface as if presenting them for display. First an absolutely mouth splitting gag of cherry red rubber affixed to a spider’s web of slender leather straps, then a set of shiny chrome nipple clamps that even at a glance she could tell were far harsher than the adjustable models they had been using, before finally and most unexpectedly unveiling a pair of black leather ankle boots with monstrously tall stiletto heels.
Glancing over her shoulder and offering a smile that did marvelous things to the butterflies swirling in the redhead’s stomach, Elise gathered up her bounty and practically stalked back across the room, holding up the boots in one hand as she did like some kind of prize, “What do you think, my dear. Do they suit you?”
In the course of her life Claire had worn high heels many, many times. She’d worn them on dates, she’d warn them to weddings and graduations, she’d warn them dancing and usually wore a somewhat modest pair to the office. Not always the most comfortable of experiences, but always enjoyable considering the way heels emphasized the toned lines of her calves and forced her to walk with deliberately elegant steps. And yet, even if she had donned stilettos a time or two, she had never worn anything as extreme as the ballet boots her mistress was now showing off and as she stared at what had to have been seven or eight inch heels, the bound woman could not help but swallow softly in trepidation, the momentary tensing of her muscles making the collar feel even tighter for the briefest instant. Even so she could not help but wonder what it would be like to be laced into those boots, to have her arches locked into such sharp curves that she would be forced to practically walk on the tips of her toes, every step a challenge as she struggled to keep her balance with arms tightly bound behind her back, but if there was one thing Claire had learned about herself in the last months it was that she loved a challenge. And so, after the barest moment of hesitation, she offered another minuscule nod of ascent, “Yes, mistress. They’re… they’re beautiful.”
Elise’s grin grew triumphant before the woman unconsciously flicked the ring in her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, a tick that Claire had come to realize her mistress indulged in when she was uncertain or excited or both, “Then let’s get you laced up, my lovely. The clock is ticking after all.”
Claire just smiled back at the younger woman, helpless to do much else as she watched her mistress drop down onto one knee and slowly begin to work her feet into the boots one by one. It was a difficult task at first, the stiff leather offering surprisingly fierce resistance as it forced her ankles to bend sharply, but the redhead simply went limp and eventually she felt the soles of her feet settle against pleasantly soft and surprisingly thick padding even as her toes were squeezed into place. It was only then, once she was certain the boots were seated properly, that Elise began to lace them up, carefully working out every last bit of slack to ensure that the material molded perfectly against her plaything’s skin before tying the laces into neat little bows.
Of course, Claire could not tilt her head enough to actually see her new footwear, but the bound woman still could not help but worry her lower lip, as she felt the leather tighten and lock her ankles into an extreme but not precisely uncomfortable position. Though between her corset and collar that did seem to be something of a running theme today. Almost despite herself the redhead felt her lips twitch with amusement, but before she could dwell overly long on that particular joke even in the confines of her own head, Elise suddenly sprang up out of her crouched position and practically jumped into her plaything’s lap. Claire could not help but gasp in surprise at the sudden feeling of weight driving her heels into the carpet, as always marveling at just how light the younger girl was, only to blush a heartbeat later at the proximity between their bodies and the heat she could practically feel radiating from her mistress’s pale skin. A blush that only seemed to deepen when slender fingers took hold of her breasts and cupped those delicate mounds before squeezing and kneading and massaging with wondrously pleasurable skill.
“I’m still jealous, you know.” the brunette quipped as she shifted her grip to tease hard and eager nipples almost playfully, “Either you have superhuman genes, or you’ve found the most skilled plastic surgeon in the world.”
It was a familiar enough bit of teasing at this point, almost another tradition really, but even so Claire could not help but grin even as she moaned in utter delight, “I’m all natural, mistress. I promise.”
“And all mine.” Elise added with surprising intensity, pinching just hard enough to draw a beautiful cry from the redhead’s throat as if to emphasize her point.
Chest and face both flushed now as she allowed that blissful sting to reverberate through her, the spike of pain making her pussy clench and her core tremble, Claire almost whimpered as she breathed out her agreement, “All yours, mistress.”
Easing back just a bit, as if placated by that affirmation, Elise switched tacks again and began to gently caress her plaything’s delicate skin, soothing her hurts and drawing out a much more sensuous moan in the process. However, as the redhead began to relax as best her posture collar and tightly bound arms would allow, the pale woman’s eyes suddenly flashed, as if an idea had just occurred to her. Pierced lips quirking into a grin, the young dominatrix shifted back ever so slightly before bending down and taking one of Claire’s hard and eager nipples into her mouth. It was certainly unexpected and the bound woman found herself gasping in shock, and then moaning in delight, words dying on her own lips as a pierced tongue began to tease her in way she had had not experienced in years, each lick punctuated by the playful nip of surprisingly sharp teeth before her mistress switched sides to begin the process all over again. It was bliss, complete and utter bliss, and after what felt like an eternity of that sweet torture some part of the tightly bound woman wondering if she might actually cum from the sheer overwhelming intensity of the sensations threatening to swallow her whole.
Sadly she would never find out as, at the very height of passion, a pair of clover clamps suddenly and almost cruelly bit into her already hyper-stimulated nipples. Eyes that she had not even realized she’d closed shot open in an instant as Claire felt her breath catch in her throat for the briefest instant before she cried out in a combination of pleasure and pain underlined by arousal. A brew so potent that it made her writhe within her bonds even as she experimentally rocked her shoulders back and forth as if trying to dislodge the clamps, or enhance the pain as the surprisingly heavy devices dangled from her nipples like kinky ornaments.
Elise seemed content to allow her plaything a moment to explore these new sensations. After all, even if the older woman was quite familiar with wearing clamps at this point, the harshness of this particular pair would still take a bit of getting used to. Though, if the blush painted her cheeks was any indication, she certainly looked to be enjoying the experience. A soft smile etched onto her features, the brunette eventually batted at the clamps like a cat playing with a toy, drawing a much more shrill cry from the redhead’s throat as delicate flesh was twisted in a way that was also not unfamiliar, but no less intense for all of that. In the same motion she pressed a finger to Claire’s lips as if to silence the bound woman, grin turning almost sharp and piercings glinting in the light as she held up the gag, intentions unmistakable, “Enough of that, pet. Say, ah.”
Although still breathing a little hard as shards of shockingly erotic pain shot through her now thoroughly abused nipples, and fighting down the urge to fidget beneath her mistress’s gaze, Claire still found herself grinning for a brief instant before she impulsively pressed a kiss to the finger still touching her lips and opening her mouth wide, “Ah!”
Despite the incidental nature of the contact Elise actually blushed, her pale skin turning a lovely shade of crimson, but before the older woman could comment on that reaction the dominatrix frowned and unceremoniously shoved the gag between Claire’s full lips. Despite her training, despite all of her practice the bound woman still found it a surprisingly tight fit. Her jaw actually seemed to protest the intrusion and she had to force her muscles to relax as the firm and yet somehow soft rubber forced its way into her mouth bit by bit. Despite her mistress’s care some part of her feared that the strain might dislocate something before the ball suddenly seated itself behind her teeth with a faintly audible pop, the pressure slacking ever so slightly to leave her mouth stuffed almost comfortably and her lips stretched into a wide ‘O’ of surprise.
Blinking away the faintest hint of tears that had begun to form in the corners of her eyes, the bound redhead could do little more than watch as her mistress then began to thread the web of straps into place around her cheeks, over her forehead and finally under her chin before buckling them down. Snugly at first, but then tighter and tighter and tighter until the leather creaked softly as it bit into her skin and the sensation of the harness forcing her to bite down on the gag made her moan quietly. The size of the thing was certainly daunting, but the challenge of it was utterly intoxicating and even if part of her could not help but wonder how long her mistress planned to make her wear it, the rest of her was far too turned on to care. Then again, the redhead could admit that having her mouth stuffed had always done it for her in a way that she could never really explain.
As if to emphasize the point, slender fingers suddenly trailed down the curve of her jaw to caress her lower lip and trace the outline of her gag, eliciting a quiet moan and an equally soft shiver. Grinning at her plaything now, Elise pressed a delicate kiss to the rubber ball protruding from the older woman’s mouth before leaning back, “Nicely done. I had thought the two inch gags were getting a bit too easy for you, so I decided to upgrade. I see that was the right choice. What a difference a quarter of an inch can make, eh slut?”
Claire actually felt her eyes widen just a bit in surprise at that revelation. She’d known the gag was larger than the ones they had been using, though it was hardly the first time her mistress had decided to test her, but given how enormous the thing felt when clamped between her jaws it was honestly a bit shocking to realize how small the increase actually was. Then again it had been the same with just about every other aspect of her training so perhaps she should not have been so surprised in retrospect. Whatever the case the redhead eventually nodded as best she could and murmured out a quiet reply, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph. PHhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.”
Adjusting her position to sit up straighter, and placing just enough strain on her vest to expose even more of her cleavage, Elise allowed a hand to trail over Claire’s bare shoulders and along the ridge of her collar bone before looping a finger through the ring set into the base of her neck corset, “Still, as much as you have a mouth built for gags, and as much as I’d love to sit here all day admiring you, we really should get started with the main event now that we’ve gotten you properly dressed.”
One day Claire vowed that she’d stop blushing like some schoolgirl every time her mistress complimented her, but truth be told she kind of liked it and it wasn’t as if she was in a position to protest anyway. And so, her lips twitching ever so slightly around the ball stretching them wide, the redhead answered with all the enthusiasm she could muster, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph!”
Pressing another brief, feather-soft kiss to the older woman’s lower lip this time, Elise grinned almost wickedly, “There’s my good girl.”
Climbing back to her feet as Claire’s face practically lit up, Elise gently took hold of her plaything’s hips and guided her up off the bench as well. It was a slow and somewhat awkward procedure between the toweringly tall heels locked onto her feet and her tightly bound arms making it difficult to maintain her balance, but with her mistress’s support they eventually managed it even if the feeling of her entire body’s weight pressing down on her toes made the redhead wince just a bit. Still determined however, she simply focused on breathing through her nose and steadied herself as best she could as the pale brunette began to circle her body with slow and deliberately meandering steps, eyes drinking in the sight of her mostly bare body as if trying to commit the sight to memory, fingers trailing along the patterns of her corset and the curve of her hips as she did.
And yet, even as she shivered in anticipation beneath that touch and practically whimpered softly into her gag, Claire could not help but marvel. She had always been taller than Elise, but with the ballet boots locking her into a strict en pointe position she practically towered over the younger girl now, creating the strangely incongruous but utterly exciting effect of being dominated by a girl who was not only much younger than her, but much smaller as well. In the past, when she had given herself to someone, it had always been to people stronger than her. People able to control her, to manhandle her, to force her submission in a way that was utterly undeniable. It was one of the reasons she had always loved bondage after all, the thrill that came from losing all control and being forced to obey, of being reduced to an object that was utterly helpless to resist being used.
Then again, now that she thought about it, perhaps she was not being fair to her mistress. While it was true that Elise was a somewhat small woman, she was in no way weak. Certainly there was an unexpected strength in her slender limbs and well-toned core, as the redhead would well attest, but it was more than that. The young woman might never be able to throw her down onto the bed or pin her to the mattress, but there was just something inexplicable about her that made you want to obey. An aura of power, of command, of sheer authority that was impossible to deny and equally impossible to disobey. No doubt the dominatrix had a softer side, as she had shown in those almost intimate moments in which she let her mask slip, but whatever else she was, the brunette certainly had a core of steel to her.
Lost in thought, Claire was thus completely unprepared for the sudden and unmistakable sting of a riding crop striking her square in the ass, the impact firm enough to leave a familiar mark on her tanned skin and make her jump in surprise. A muffled gasp followed when an equally familiar hand began to caress her backside, soft palm almost massaging her cheeks and drawing out an equally muffled moan.
And yet, just when she began to relax, another blow of the crop made her cry out again as Elise’s voice, that steel on full display in her tone, commanded, “Back straight, shoulders square, chin up.” as if to emphasize that order yet another, if much gentler, blow followed, “And keep those tits forward.”
Snapping to attention with almost military precision, Claire instinctively did as she was told, arching her back as best she could within the confines of her corset and straightening her posture what little her collar and armbinder would allow. A position which not only thrust out her ass invitingly but also emphasized her breasts even further and left her locked in a wonderfully erotic pose. Swallowing softly, and trembling with anticipation even more intensely, the bound woman resolutely kept her eyes forward, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph!”
“Very good,” the brunette practically purred as she allowed a hand to trail between her plaything’s legs, fingers just stroking the softly swollen lips of her labia and pleased by the way the woman managed to stay still even as her thighs clenched so tight they began to quiver. Grinning now as she practically molded herself to Claire’s side, Elise’s free hand slowly worked its way up and eventually clipped a leash to the redhead’s collar before giving the chain connecting her nipple clamps a firm but playful tug, “Now my pet, what’s say you and I go for a little walk?”
It wasn’t a question, not really, but even as she moaned beneath the feather-soft touch teasing her pussy and the sensation of the clamps biting into her already throbbing nipples, Claire felt compelled to reply, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph!”
“Good girl.” Elise practically breathed, a brief smile gracing her pierced lips at the way the older woman blushed beneath her praise even now. Despite her reluctance though she eventually stepped back, leash held tightly as she placed a hand on her hip and spared a moment to admire her plaything’s stunningly statuesque form, “Now, first we’ll work on your balance. Follow me, pet, slowly.”
With that the pale brunette turned and began to walk away leaving Claire little choice but to follow. Truth be told she was actually a little nervous, trepidation warring with excitement as she took her first, tentative steps. The ballet boots were not as uncomfortable as she had feared, at least now that she was beginning to get used to them, but the narrow toe pads and impossibly slender heels made her feel wobbly as she moved, as if every stride no matter how small might send her toppling onto the floor and onto her face. More than once her arms strained against the monoglove when a teetering step made her want to reach out instinctively and catch her balance, but of course that was impossible and each failed attempt only seemed to leave her reeling. Worse still her mistress was not slow to correct her when her posture started to slack.
While it was obvious that Elise was watching with an eagle eye, positioned to catch the bound woman if she truly fell, she also did not hesitate to lash out with the crop each and every time she slipped. Gentle but firm blows striking her thighs, hips and breasts in turn leaving faint yet softly throbbing marks against her tanned skin. Her nipple clamps received a gentle tap or two as well, jostling the devices and prompting an almost aroused whimper to escape her throat. At one point the crop even arced up between her legs with surprising force to strike her already throbbing pussy, the slap of leather against her hard and eager clit prompting her to bite down hard on her gag and very nearly stumble, a sound somewhere between a moan and a shriek reverberating in her chest.
Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself of course. In fact some part of her thrilled at being so helplessly bound and so relentlessly punished while being led on a leash like an animal, the impact of the crop against her skin utterly blissful in its way. The sense of helplessness, the total loss of control turning her on fiercely and amplifying the insistent throb burning between her thighs. And yet, as they continued their circuit around the room Claire slowly found herself relaxing as well. With each step she seemed to gain confidence, her balance improving until walking while perched upon precariously high heels began to feel almost natural, a tiny smile tugging at her lips despite the large rubber ball jammed between them as she squared her shoulders proudly.
Eventually she even began to strut, carefully placing one foot in front of the other and almost rolling her hips like a model making her way down the catwalk. While it was true that the redhead had always enjoyed the way bondage made her feel, and had often been enthralled by the sight of her own bound body, for the first time she could honestly say that indulging her submissive side actually made her feel sexy.
Elise certainly seemed to agree if the faint blushing coloring her cheekbones and the way she was worrying her lower lip was any indication. Still, the younger woman held her tongue for now, even if her eyes remained locked upon Claire’s sashaying hips and swaying breasts the whole while, or at least until they had completed a few laps around the room. It was only then that the dominatrix shifted course, guiding her plaything back into the center of the room and coming to a stop. Still holding the leash tight she allowed the crop to dangle from the lanyard wrapped around her wrist and reached out with her now free hand to stroke the older woman’s side, “Impressive, my dear. You really are a natural.”
Mewling in pleasure as softly calloused fingers stroked her hip before trailing up along the side of her corset to tease the edge of her left breast, Claire offered the tiniest of nods, “PHhnnh mnn, mnphphrmphph.”
“And if you adapted to the ballet boots that quickly perhaps we should give pony play a try some time?” Elise mused, almost to herself, a slender but appreciative grin curling her lips and a glint of amusement reflected in her eyes, “I think it would suit you perfectly, and you’ve definitely got the body for it.”
For a moment Claire could only regard her mistress curiously. She honestly had only the vaguest notion of what pony play even was, but if the handful of images that term conjured to mind were any indication the idea was certainly… interesting, and definitely arousing. Indeed, the thought of being led around in a bit and bridle, of being controlled and treated like an animal while her body was put on display was certainly appealing on some primal level. Face heating up but unable to look away thanks to her neck corset, the redhead could do little but squirm and murmur a soft reply, “Mmph, mnphphrmphph.”
Still smiling ever so slightly, Elise stepped closer and reached up with both hands to cup her plaything’s breasts, squeezing ever so slightly before taking hold of the clamps adorning her nipples and giving them a playful tug, “Something for the future I suppose. For now though, I have a little something else planned.”
Wincing just a bit even as she moaned, Claire found herself in the somewhat awkward position of being half guided and half forced down onto the bench by her nipples. A position made even more awkward by her tightly bound arms, but it wasn’t as if she had much of a choice and so, calves straining and thighs trembling, the redhead did her best to obey. Eventually she managed it, a muffled sigh of relief escaping her thoroughly packed mouth as she practically fell down onto the seat, her ass sinking into the thick cushions and the pressure on her ankles finally easing as she was at last able to take the weight off her legs. Not that she had long to enjoy her relief before her mistress suddenly removed the clover clamps without warning. While she hadn’t been wearing them all that long, especially when compared to some of the experiments she had conducted at home, these clamps were far harsher than the ones she had been trained with and so even that brief time had been more than enough to leave her numb and throbbing.
Torn between relief and disappointment to be rid of the things, the tightly bound woman was still well aware of what was about to happen and so bit down hard on her gag to try and suppress a cry as blood rushed back in, washing away that almost pleasant numbness and allowing feeling to return full force. A muffled groan escaped past that rubber ball despite her best efforts, followed by a moan when familiar hands began to massage her tits and sooth aching flesh with gentle, practiced ease. Closing her eyes, Claire thrust her chest out in silent thanks, practically begging for more as she squirmed in pleasure beneath her mistress’s touch and mewled quietly into her gag.
Sadly it ended far too soon, but when she opened her eyes again she was caught off guard for the second time when pale fingers began to loosen the straps holding said gag in place before practically prying the large rubber ball from between her lips. Like the clamps, the rather short time she had been wearing it would not normally have been a challenge, but thanks to its larger size her jaws had begun to cramp ever so slightly. And so, regarding the brunette curiously now, the bound woman closed her mouth to work out some of the strain and swallowed softly, honestly unsure of what was about to happen and incredibly excited by that simple fact.
Carefully brushing a few strands of coppery hair back into place, Elise ran the back of her hand along a flushed cheek and smiled at the way her plaything practically purred and tried to lean against her despite the constriction of her neck corset, “Now, lay down on your stomach pet. I’ll help you.”
Swallowing softly, Claire nodded as best she could, more than a little curious about that order but unwilling to question the younger woman just yet, “Yes, mistress.”
Even with the brunette’s help it proved to be a remarkably difficult task, but after a moment or two of consideration the tightly corseted and thoroughly bound woman managed to shift her hips and lean backwards, bracing her hands against the bench and twisting to roll partially onto her side. Unfortunately she misjudged the amount of force ever so slightly and very nearly toppled over, unable to stop herself, but thankfully Elise managed to catch her in time.
Smile shifting into something almost teasing now, the pale brunette held her tongue but her eyes still sparkled with something like amusement as she slipped her fingers under the straps running over Claire’s shoulders and braced her knee on the bench to ease her plaything onto her stomach. The weight of her body pressed down on her breasts now, and suddenly understanding why her mistress had removed her nipple clamps, the older woman found herself helpless to do much but stare at the floor and wait, her gaze locked forward by the posture collar around her throat and her heart hammering in her chest as her breath grew heavy and a familiar feeling of anticipation coiled in her gut.
Thankfully she did not have to wait long. Barely a moment later a slender rope was threaded under her arms and around her waist before being tied to the bench tight enough to pin her in place, her corset absorbing most of the force but the pressure still leaving no doubt in the redhead’s mind that she was now even more helpless than she had been before. A surprising enough turn of events to be sure, but it seemed her mistress was nowhere near done with her yet.
As she lay there, unable to even turn her head, Claire felt hands brush against her hips a heartbeat later before helping themselves to a handful of her well-curved ass, slender but surprisingly strong fingers massaging her generous cheeks with obvious relish and making her moan with delight as she arched her back as best her current position would allow to grind against that marvelously insistent fondling.
Elise was having none of it though. In response the pale brunette tightening her grip almost hard enough bruise as she forced her plaything to stay still, holding her in place for a long moment before drawing back and slamming a palm against that invitingly exposed backside with a smack hard enough to make the older woman jerk hard against her bonds and cry out in a heady mix of pleasure and pain. Grinning sharply now and clearly enjoying herself, the young dominatrix leaned in close to press her lips against the newly minted hand print now decorating softly tanned skin, piercings brushing against stinging flesh and leaving a notable smudge of lipstick behind as she quite literally kissed the redhead’s ass. Still reeling from that blow, this was certainly the last thing Claire was expecting, but even so a tiny gasp of pleasure escaped her throat at that gentle contact, slowly growing into an almost whimpering moan when a pierced tongue joined those lips and began to caress her curves as well. At the same time her mistress’s hands began to work their way down, massaging toned thighs and well-turned calves as if she were slowly sculpting her plaything’s body from the finest marble while spreading her legs further and further apart until the bound woman found herself practically doing the splits, ass thrust invitingly upwards and bare pussy exposed to the world.
Blushing deeply at the incredibly suggestive position she suddenly found herself in, especially when her mistress shackled her ankles to the floor to trap her there and the strain on her hips became almost overwhelming, Claire swallowed hard as a flush of arousal seemed to envelop her entire body and her already damp sex clenched tight with anticipation. However, as she was exploring those pleasurably intense sensation, Elise suddenly slipped around her prone form and into view, the slender young woman literally laying on the floor as she pushed herself into the bound woman’s line of sight. Reaching up in a familiar gesture, the pale brunette offered an almost soft smile as she gently caressed a delicate cheekbone, “Very impressive. I thought for certain you’d use your safeword this time.”
In truth it was a rather strenuous position, the muscles of her legs pulled as taut as piano wire and splayed out so far that she actually trembled beneath the strain, but the thrill of pushing herself to the limit had quickly become one of Claire’s greatest joys in these sessions and she had come to pride herself on using her safeword as little as possible. Almost as if she were trying to prove something to her mistress, or perhaps to herself. And so, biting her lip and worrying delicate flesh between ivory teeth, the bound woman spared a moment to try and test her restraints, her voice little more than a whisper as the reality of being completely unable to move turned her on even more, “I can take it, mistress.”
Drawing her smooth but darkly painted thumbnail down her plaything’s cheek to trace the curve of her lower lip, Elise smiled teasingly, “You know my dear, I’ve worked with some incredibly tough subs in the past, but I don’ t think I’ve ever seen anyone push themselves as hard or as fast as you. Perhaps you were a contortionist in a past life?”
Even as she shivered just a bit beneath that caress, Claire found herself preening just a bit beneath the praise as she returned the other woman’s smile, and played along, “I don’t know mistress, but I was a cheerleader in high school.” Left unsaid, of course, was the fact that it had been more than twenty years ago now.
“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.” Elise almost scoffed, though the spark of amusement in her stormy eyes betrayed her true feelings, “Still, despite that I suppose you do deserve a little reward for all your progress. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Even more than the teasing, those words sent a surge of pure heat into her core and Claire felt pure need pulse through her veins, heart racing as she nodded with all the enthusiasm she could muster, “Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!”
“Oh, don’t thank me just yet.” Elise cautioned as she braced herself with one arm to sit up partially, offering a rather spectacular view down the front of her vest as she did, while reaching for something just out of view with her free hand and brandishing the toy like a prize, “So tell me, slut. Ever worn a butt plug before?”
The utterly matter of fact tone with which that question was delivered was somehow more embarrassing than the question itself and Claire felt her blush turn positively nuclear in response, cheeks practically burning now as she stared at the plug held almost innocuously between her mistress’s long, slender fingers.
It was a simple enough thing at a glance, little more than a cone of stainless steel polished smooth with gently rounded edges and a widely flared base set on a narrow stem to ensure that it could not penetrate too deep. Even in her relative inexperience she could tell that it was rather modest in size, not much bigger than an egg and probably on the small side for such things truth be told, but even so the redhead could not help but swallow hard in apprehension at the thought of having it inside of her. As adventurous as she was, as much as she had come to thrill in pushing her limits and experiencing new things, never in her life had she ever allowed anyone to insert anything into her ass. It was simply not something she had ever really considered, and part of her struggled to see the appeal.
Then again, most people probably didn’t see the appeal of elbow bondage or nipples clamps or gags so large they made your jaw hurt either and she had come to love all of those things. Like so much else her mistress had introduced her to, the idea of being anally penetrated was daunting, maybe even a little frightening, but as much as part of her wanted to deny the unasked request, perhaps to even use her safeword for the first time, the rest of her could not help but pause. One of the things she had come to love about Elise and their time together was just how eagerly and expertly the brunette had pushed her to explore new things, to expand her horizons and broaden her experiences. Moreover the younger woman had a real talent for making even the most intense situation seem utterly normal and wonderfully sensual. Such explorations had certainly not always been easy, but they had always been worth it in the end. And honestly, a year ago she could have scarcely imagined the directions her life had taken and how much she had come to love it, so what was one more leap of faith? Realizing that the decision had already been made, the redhead shook her head as best she could and looked her mistress square in the eye.
“No, mistress. Never.”
Easily recognizing that reply for what it was, Elise’s grin turned almost mischievous as she straightened up just a bit further and reached out with her free hand to cup the older woman’s cheek, “Well then, pet. Open up.”
It took a moment, but eventually Claire realized what her mistress intended and her blush darkened even further as she struggled not to look away, but in the end she did as she was told. Even so her eyes still widened ever so slightly in surprise when Elise shoved the plug into her mouth without warning, leaving the redhead little choice but to suck on the cool metal and somehow blush even further at the sheer and utterly humiliating arousal that seemed to flood her core. It was not the first time she had been made to lubricate a toy like this and as she ran her tongue over the smoothly polished stainless steel the bound woman was overtaken by the sudden urge to buck her hips as she tried and failed to find some relief for the throbbing heat pulsing between her legs.
Thankfully she did not have to endure that particular indignity for long before her mistress withdrew the plug from between her lips with an audible pop and offered another grin before rolling onto her side, slipping just out of view as she climbed back onto her feet. Once more completely unable to see what it was the younger woman was doing, Claire felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest as she licked her lips almost nervously, anticipation so thick in the air that she could practically taste it. As some part of her expected it happened without warning, a sharp gasp escaping her when a hand suddenly fell onto her very exposed backside, slender fingers kneading and caressing her generous curves with slow and deliberate motions.
Shivering for very different reasons now, the bound woman practically mewled in pleasure as she struggled to lean into that heavenly touch, momentarily disappointed that the strict position she found herself trapped within left her virtually unable to move. Of course, just as she was starting to relax her mistress chose to strike, once again offering no warning as she gently but firmly set the plug into place and pushed.
Despite the fact that she had been waiting for this, the redhead was still caught completely off guard by the sudden and almost shocking sensation of cool metal pressed against heated flesh, her body actually jumping despite her bonds and she had to fight to keep from tensing up as the pressure only seemed to increase. Thankfully it seemed that her earlier demonstration had mostly been for show and Elise had also applied a generous measure of lube to the toy. Between that and the way the younger woman continued to stroke her plaything’s lower back and tease her trembling haunches Claire was eventually able to loosen up just enough that the butt plug slid into her ass without further resistance.
If she were being honest with herself, Claire wasn’t certain what she had been expecting, indeed a part of her had feared that the experience of being anally penetrated would be painful, but as the toy finally settled into place and her body tightened around the intruder the almost overwhelming feeling of fullness that followed was shockingly pleasant. Not only that, but the sensation of being bound helplessly tight and the humiliation of being stuffed full combined in a way that made her pussy clench and her already aching clit throb with need. A sensation that only seemed to grow more intense when Elise suddenly tapped on the base of the plug to make certain it was fully seated, each blow hammering into the older woman’s flesh and sending shock waves of pure pleasure deep into her body, forcing her to cry out again in a heady mix of ecstasy and agony that quickly devolved into a deep and almost desperate moan of pure need as if caught on the very edge of orgasm.
Clenching her eyes shut, Claire bit down hard on her lower lip, hard enough that some part of her feared that she might actually draw blood, every muscle in her body pulled painfully taut as she squirmed fruitlessly in her bondage and panted like a bitch in heat, every inch of her skin practically burning with desire. A heartbeat later surprisingly strong hands fell onto her shoulders and pressed her down, practically crushing her breasts against the faux leather beneath her as a voice as smooth as glass but as rich as honey washed over her, the smirk on her mistress’s face evident in her tone.
“Enjoying ourselves, slut?”
Shivering at the sensation of hot breath tickling her skin, Claire bit her lip again to suppress a moan, almost desperately turned on now, “Y… yes, mistress.”
“And a perfect fit no less.” Elise mused, slender fingers massaging her plaything’s shoulders as she leaned over the older woman’s prone form to practically brush her pierced lips against the curl of an ear, “I guess you really are a natural.”
“Please, mistress!” Claire practically gasped, voice little more than a harsh whimper as she strained against her bonds, not really certain what it was she was begging for but knowing in her very bones that she needed more, “Please!”
“Don’t worry, my lovely.” Elise assured, the playfully cruel edge to her voice not all that reassuring as she pressed a kiss to the curve of her plaything’s jaw, “I promise that you’ll get everything you deserve.”
Closing her eyes and biting her lip, Claire practically moaned as a surge of heat flared in her loins and her nipples grew almost painfully hard as her mistress’s voice once more caressed her ears and that slender body shifted to practically mold itself against her back. For a long moment they just stayed there like that, the sound of blood pounding in her ears and the almost harsh pant of breath racing through her nose the only things breaking the silence enveloping them both. Eventually she felt a hand begin to card through her hair and incrementally the bound woman began to relax despite the harshness of her bonds, a soft purr echoing in her throat as she closed her eyes and felt her muscles begin to slacken ever so slightly.
She knew that her mistress had something planned of course, Elise always had something planned, but even so she could not help but let her guard down ever so slightly while waiting for the other shoe to drop. Of course, no matter what images her mind managed to conjure up as she idly fantasized about the younger woman’s intentions, the last thing the redhead expected was for a dildo to be suddenly and forcefully shoved between her slightly parted lips and deep into her mouth.
Practically squawking in surprise and eyes shooting wide, Claire instinctively bucked against the rope holding her down but the weight of her mistress’s body kept her pinned helplessly in place and only prompted the pale brunette to shove the dildo in a little deeper, as if to remind her plaything who was in charge. And yet… and yet, even as she relaxed her throat and forced herself to swallow in order to suppress her gag reflex, drawing upon skills she had not used in a very long time, the bound woman could not help but blush even deeper and moan ever so softly, her pussy quivering in sympathetic arousal as she began to suck on the toy in earnest.
It was certainly no secret that she had an oral fixation, it was one of the reasons she loved gags so much after all, and this was hardly the first time her mistress had leveraged that particular fact during one of their sessions, but it was the first time that Elise had done anything like this. Especially when the pale brunette began to thrust the dildo in and out of her mouth, gently to be sure and not very deep, but still insistently and eagerly. So eagerly in fact that Claire found herself almost lost in the thrill of the moment as she began to suck with ever increasing vigor. She honestly couldn’t even remember the last time she’d given a blowjob and she’d certainly never done it while bound so tightly, a fact that she found herself very much regretting now as the heat suffusing her body grew more intense with every heartbeat and she found herself practically dripping with need.
“Such an eager little slut you are.” Elise teased, sliding the dildo free from the older woman’s mouth and leaning in close enough to nip playfully at her ear, “Still, I think this is wet enough. Wouldn't you agree?”
An almost whining moan echoing deep in her throat, Claire pursed her lips as if reluctant to let the toy go only to gasp soft when those surprisingly sharp teeth began to work their way down and nibble at her jawline. Shivering beneath the riot of sensations assaulting her, the contrast of gentle fingers massaging her scalp while those ivory teeth grazed her skin driving her absolutely wild, the older woman barely registered her mistress’s words. Still, she managed a tiny and almost shaky nod in response, “Yes, mistress.”
Pulling back just a bit to ease her weight up off the bound woman’s prone form, Elise grinned before darting in one last time to press a kiss against the back of her plaything’s head, “Oh, and feel free to scream as much as you’d like.”
That was all the warning Claire received before her mistress pulled away completely and the dildo she had been sucking on was thrust into her very exposed, and very willing, pussy with one smooth motion, her slick flesh offering not the faintest bit of resistance as the toy was buried to the hilt. Everything else ceased to matter in that moment and the redhead let out a deep and throaty moan, thighs tense as her body gripped the intruder tight and she instinctively tried to thrust her hips down, but the cuffs around her ankles and the splayed out position of her legs made that impossible.
All she could do was endure as her mistress began to fuck her in earnest, slowly at first but with steadily increasing vigor as time went on, each thrust of that wondrously thick silicone cock sending a jolt of pleasure straight up her spine. Even more than that, the sense of fullness that had been nearly overwhelming but a moment ago grew a thousandfold as the dildo penetrated deeper and deeper with every stroke until it seemed like her entire body was rocking in time with the steady rhythm that Elise had set. Closing her eyes again, Claire practically whimpered with delight, her vaginal muscles almost pulsing as the toy plunged into her again and again, each thrust jostling the butt plug in a way that was incredibly alien and yet utterly delightful while occasionally pinching her delicate inner walls between the two intruders.
And yet, even those brief moments of pain only seemed to make it better and just when she thought she might actually explode from the sheer overwhelming nature of the sensations her mistress stepped up her game again, silently flicking a switch on the dildo’s base and activating the vibrator hidden within. Crying out in a heady mix of shock and delight, the bound woman jerked hard again her restraints as she toy began to pulsate and undulate madly within her, stimulating her in ways she had never dared to imagine and had certainly never experienced as the thrusts only seemed to grow harder and faster. So much so that she was almost instantly pushed over the edge and into the yawning abyss of subspace that she could feel looming on the edges of her senses.
Not that Elise intended for the moment to end things that quickly of course. As much as the pale young woman loved to use pleasure as both reward and punishment, she much preferred to stretch the moment out as far as she could and watch her subs squirm in desperate and frustrated need. And so, as she continued to pound the redhead’s trembling pussy with all her might, the brunette brought her free hand down hard against her plaything’s ass with a resounding slap. So hard in fact that a faint imprint of her hand lingered even against the older woman’s already flushed skin.
Drug back down to earth by that sting, Claire shrieked in surprise and then moaned in delight as she continued to struggle as best she could, straining against her armbinder and shaking her hips what little her bonds would allow, futilely seeking relief and urging her mistress on as the brunette continued to spank her. Faster and harder, back and force in a continuous and seemingly never ending arc, each blow reverberating through her entire body until her backside was tanned as red as her hair and heat radiated from her skin, the pain both tempering and enhancing her pleasure all at once as she was somehow held on the edge.
Even so, despite the younger woman’s best efforts, between the intensity of the stimulation and how worked up tight bondage always left her it did not take long before something seemed to break within the redhead. She tried to hold back, to prolong the agonizing ecstasy even longer, but in the blink of an eye Claire felt what little remained of her self control crumble like a sandcastle facing the tide and for the briefest instant her breath caught in her throat before she screamed in utter, rapturous delight. It was difficult to say if it was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, it was hard to measure that sort of thing after all, though some part of her deeply wished she had been gagged as well.
As if in response to that stray thought a hand suddenly clamped over her mouth and in that moment fire seemed to race through her veins and every fiber of her being seemed to clench tight as she came so hard that it actually hurt, tears prickling at the corner of her eyes as she nearly screamed herself hoarse. And yet, even as she practically convulsed in her bonds, shrieking like a banshee despite the impromptu gag muffling her cries, Elise was still not quite finished with her yet. Thrusting the dildo deep into that still quaking body, the brunette cranked the vibrator up to its highest setting while still raining blows down upon her plaything’s throbbing ass.
In what felt like a split second a new orgasm slammed into the still echoing aftershocks of the first and Claire actually saw stars, her vision blurring with tears as a piercing shriek somehow managed to escape her raw and aching throat. The bound woman had always enjoyed rough sex and thrilled at the intensity that came from being fucked in bondage, but never in her life had she experienced something like this and as her mistress somehow managed to rip yet a third climax from her trembling frame some part of her wondered if she might actually die from the sheer ferocity of the sensations assaulting her body. It was pleasure made painful, as if she was being punished by her own orgasms and as much as it actually did hurt, her muscles straining against her bonds to the point where it felt as if every fiber of her body was pulled as taut as spun steel, she wanted more.
Sadly it was not to be. Twisting her wrist sharply, Elise somehow teased yet another orgasm out of her plaything’s already spent frame and in that instant she was lost. Eye rolling up into the back of her head, Claire let out an almost strangled cry before her tightly bound limbs went slack and her body collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. And yet, even as she fell into the warm and welcoming darkness that rushed to embrace her like a lover, a tiny smile curled the corners of the redhead’s lips. Once or twice she had joked with her mistress about her love of rough sex, and how much she loved being brought to orgasm while tightly bound and gagged, but she had never been fucked so vigorously that she actually passed out from sheer sensory overload.
However, even as she reveled in this new experience and thrilled at the idea of repeating it again and again, after what felt like an eternity of floating in the almost blissful sea of sensation that surrounded her the tightly bound and utterly exhausted woman opened her eyes again, the dungeon slowly coming back into focus as she blinked against the suddenly harsh light and her vision began to clear.
It took a moment, but the first thing she noticed when she finally came back to herself was that she was no longer staring at the floor but at the wood paneled ceiling overhead. The second thing she noticed was that she was no longer bound, at least not completely. The monoglove still restrained her arms tightly behind her back and the corset was still compressing her waist, but she was no longer tied down to the bench, her legs were no longer splayed out almost painfully wide and the collar was no longer constraining her neck. Indeed she now found herself curled up almost comfortably on her side with her head resting on something soft and warm and yet firm as well, though the ankle boots were still laced tightly onto her feet, and after a heartbeat or two, her blush returned when she unconsciously shifted her hips and realized the butt plug was still firmly in place as well.
It was only then that the sensation of something carding through her hair and gently brushing a few stray locks over her ear prompted the redhead to look up only to find herself staring into her mistress’s softly smiling face, the faintest hint of amusement sparking in her storm gray eyes. Realizing now that she was resting in the younger woman’s lap, Claire felt her blush deepen even as a tiny smile curled her own lips. It was funny, but until this moment she had never actually grasped just how beautiful Elise was. More than the porcelain perfection of her skin or the lean lines of her body or even the way expertly applied cosmetics highlighted her delicate features, the pale brunette was utterly captivating. Especially now, in an unguarded moment like this, when the young woman allowed her softer side to show.
Swallowing softly, throat sore and voice hoarse from screaming so intensely, Claire wet her lips almost hesitantly, “Hello, mistress.”
Elise’s pierced lips twitched ever so slightly, the laughter in her voice evident as the continued to stroke her plaything’s brow, “Hello, yourself.”
Blush deepening again, Claire shifted in order to roll onto her back, her new position offering a much clearer view of her mistress’s face, and the generous amount of under-boob her open vest now displayed, “How long…?”
“Just a few moments.” Elise assured as she continued to play with the older woman’s hair, fingers drawing nonsense patterns over her sensitive scalp, “Though I was beginning to fear I’d pushed you too hard. Are you alright?”
Even as she found herself purring softly beneath that almost heavenly touch, Claire bit her lip softly and took stock of herself. Her shoulders were starting to cramp ever so slightly from the tightness of the monoglove, and she certainly needed a lot more practice when it came to wearing stilettos this extreme if the dull throbbing in her ankles was any indication, but the redhead honestly felt good. Almost surprisingly so in fact, especially when she took into account the almost pleasant ache radiating from between her legs, the soft afterglow swirling in her core leaving her feeling almost giddy truth be told. Twisting just a bit as if she was trying to stretch out, eyes fluttering closed as her spine popped and the position put her already generous bust on perfect display, the tightly bound woman moaned softly in relief and offered a smile of her own as she met the other woman’s gaze, “I feel wonderful, mistress. I wish you could keep me like this forever.”
To her immense surprise Elise did not seem to react, her hand freezing in place as the faintest of blushes seemed to color the pale brunette’s cheeks and a look that was almost apprehensive and yet contemplative overtook her features. Worrying her lower lip and toying with one of her piercings with the tip of her tongue, the younger woman shifted in her seat and spoke in a low and almost uncertain tone, “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should start doing private sessions from now on. Maybe at your place?”
Even more than her mistress’s hesitant tone, the suggestion was almost shocking in and of itself but Claire also could not help but admit that it was electrifying as well. She knew that their relationship, such as it was, was not typical, that they had crossed lines that were not normal for people in their position especially in that dominatrices did not generally have sex with their clients. And yet even from the beginning every single one of their sessions had ended with at least one orgasm, the brunette pleasuring her in ways that even now made her shiver with delight. A reward for all of her hard work and progress, or so her mistress had suggested, but she knew it was more than that. Even if she and Elise had never technically had sex the redhead knew that was merely an academic distinction, that there was a connection between them that went beyond mere contractor and client, an intimacy that was undeniable even if neither of them had the words or the courage to speak of it. But even then something about this suggestion of inviting the younger woman into her home, as innocuous as it might seem on the surface, felt so much more significant somehow. Almost taboo in fact. And yet, even then Claire could not deny that the idea thrilled her as well. Hesitating for a brief moment, she bit her lip for a brief instant and fought the urge to look away before finally asking in a soft voice, “Wh… what do you mean, mistress?”
“I just think it would be easier.” Elise replied, perhaps a bit too quickly, almost as if trying to justify herself, “We would have a lot more time, and a lot more privacy, and I’d be willing to offer you a discount. I mean, if you want to, of course...”
Something about watching the normally confident brunette ramble like this reminded Claire of that awkward first encounter they’d shared so long ago now. Feeling her heart go out to the younger woman, the redhead managed to prop herself up using her bound arms as leverage and caught her mistress’s lower lip in a brief kiss, the soft and yet somehow electrifying contact silencing her “I’d love to.”
Maybe she was being foolish, maybe she was misreading the situation, or maybe neither of them were willing to face the truth of what they were coming to mean to each other, but as she watched Elise’s face light up Claire knew one thing beyond the shadow of a doubt. That no matter what else might be happening, she had definitely made the right choice.