DISCOVERED

It was a rather pleasant sunny day, and I was glad I had chosen to walk instead of drive. It was late Friday afternoon, and I was looking forward to a weekend of fun. I put the key in the front door of my house and let myself in, careful to be as quiet as possible since I was feeling horny and fancied surprising Pauline. I stepped out of my high-heeled shoes and hung my bag on a coat-hook before sneaking into the front room on stockinged feet.

There was no sign of my lover, so I continued my search in the dining room and kitchen, and even looked out of the window at the back garden before I decided to take my search upstairs. I eventually found her in the bedroom... but not quite in the state I had expected. She was bound, helpless and blindfolded... waiting for me to come home and find her. I didn't know if she had heard me, but was about to announce my presence when an evil scheme popped into my head.

The other evening, whilst surfing the Internet for stimulating and inspirational material, I had downloaded a movie clip of a man discovering a girl in tight bondage. I realised that I could use that movie to play mindgames with Pauline. I sneaked over to the computer and wiggled the mouse until the screensaver disappeared - it was then a simple case of opening up the movie file and pressing the Play button.

"Hello," came a deep, man's voice from the computer speakers, "what do we have here?"

Pauline reacted immediately, struggling as hard as she could, gripped by a sudden wave of panic. I smiled to myself, paused the movie clip and took a step closer to my lover to examine her bondage. She was standing in front of the ensuite bathroom door, her hands above her head, her wrists fastened to the gap between door and frame by cuffs attached to door-hangers. She was wearing elbow-length black latex gloves and matching stockings - her latex-covered ankles were held far apart by a spreader bar, which served the additional role of preventing her from kicking off her stiletto-heeled shoes. The black blindfold and black ballgag she wore contrasted starkly against her blonde hair. Her last item of clothing was a fishnet leotard, which left nothing to the imagination and enhanced her already-prominent curves.

Stepping closer, I saw that her nipples were hard... I reached out and tweaked one, and smiled when she gasped into the ballgag. She pulled at her bonds, desperately trying to open the bathroom door with her bottom... but I didn't want to risk her escaping, so reached forward and turned the key in the door. She heard the click of the lock, and her shoulders slumped slightly as she realised that escape was impossible. I returned to the computer, fast-forwarded the movie clip a little further, and pressed Play again.

"You're a pretty one, aren't you? All bound and helpless like that... did you do this to yourself?"

I paused the movie and looked at Pauline - she nodded meekly, and I couldn't help but grin. This was such fun! And rather cruel... in an amusing kinda way. I returned to my captive and stroked her hair. She jumped, again, but soon seemed to calm down as I continued. I let my fingers trace a line down her neck and between her fishnet-covered breasts, before I began to draw large circles around her left breast. The circles got gradually smaller, while my victim squirmed, until my finger was circling her rock-hard nipple. I could tell from her breathing that I was definitely having an effect. My finger left her breast without touching her nipple, and moved down her fishnet-covered side until it reached her bare hip. I reached around behind to grip her left buttock, and smiled to myself as a groan escaped her gagged lips.

My hand moved down her leg - halfway down her thigh, bare flesh was exchanged for skintight black latex. I continued to stroke down her latex-covered leg, all the way down to where her ankle was being held far apart from her other ankle by the spreader bar. I was kneeling in front of her now, and looked up at the crotch of her fishnet leotard - it was soaking wet.

I stood up and returned to the computer. It was time to take this further. I stopped the movie clip and started it again from the start, before opening the wardrobe and fishing out the toybox...

"Hello," the voice spoke, as I emptied the contents of the box onto the bed, "what do we have here?"

Pauline moaned and struggled furiously, and the bound girl in the movie did likewise. Realising that Pauline might hear her, I quickly dashed to the computer and stopped the movie clip... cutting off a gagged moan from the bound girl. Pauline immediately stopped struggling, and I wondered if she'd heard the gagged moan above her own gagged moans. It was too late to do anything about it if she had, so I decided to take her mind off the subject with a pair of clover clamps on her nipples.

The clamps increased her struggles, and increased the noise of her struggles as a new chain was added to the mix. As I watched her fishnet-covered nipples dancing around while she struggled, pinched cruelly by the vicious clamps, I felt my own nipples harden inside my bra and I decided that it was time to get naked. Always keeping an eye on Pauline, watching her drool and writhe, I quickly stripped out of my clothes. I was just about to approach my bound captive when I noticed an object in the toy collection that would be particularly cruel to use... and I just couldn't resist the temptation. Moments later, I approached Pauline... and I was wearing just a strap-on dildo, with the dildo standing proud before me.

I knelt in front of my lover, between her spread legs, and I unfastened the poppers at the crotch of her fishnet leotard... revealing her very wet pussy, and making her struggle all the more. I stretched upwards, and my tongue found the folds of her labia and my nose filled with her sweet scent. I pushed my tongue upwards, drawing a line of saliva on her sex, as I found her hardening clitoris. I sucked it into my mouth, letting my tongue play gently with it, very careful not to touch it with my teeth... at least, not just yet. She writhed in her bondage, but not so much as to move away from me - she was very happy with her clitoris in my mouth, especially with me stroking it with my tongue.

I sucked harder, pressing my tongue firmly against her clit, rubbing very slightly - she continued to squirm but, then, there wasn't much else that she could do. My hands were gripping her latex-covered thighs as I buried my head between her legs, and I could feel her legs moving involuntarily as I played with her. I released her clit and licked my index finger - I pushed my finger between her labia and into her waiting, wet pussy. It slid in with no resistance, and I curled my finger towards me to tickle her g-spot. She gasped, and I withdrew my finger... and then pushed my index finger and middle finger into her, again with no resistance. I began to slowly thrust my fingers back and forth, in and out, while she squirmed and groaned - I kept the rhythm strong and slow, and returned my mouth to her hard little clitoris.

She was moving now, grinding herself against me, responding to the thrusts of my fingers - she wasn't far from orgasm, but I was feeling far too mischievious to let her achieve that so easily. I withdrew my fingers and backed away, watching her continue to move with my imagined thrusts. When I didn't return to her, she began to look around - or, at least, she looked like she was looking around, despite the fact that she was wearing a blindfold.

"Mmmmmph?" she asked, questioningly.

I wondered if she knew it was me, yet. If not, I felt quite insulted by the fact that she wanted more of this strange man's loving... but I had a sneaking suspicion that she suspected my involvement. My mistake with the movie file might have given the game away, for a start. I returned to my lover and gripped the chain that hung between her clamped nipples - she moaned, shaking her head as I gently tugged on the chain, pulling at her breasts. She gasped even louder when I effortlessly slid the strap-on dildo into her wet pussy.

With her legs held wide apart by the spreader bar, there was nothing she could do to impede its progress. I withdrew the dildo all the way before thrusting it back into her. Her head tilted up towards the ceiling as she groaned even louder than before, and I thrust the cock into her, back and forth, harder and harder, showing no mercy as she writhed, impaled on my dildo, fast approaching orgasm. And this time I let her achieve it... I pulled on her clamps as her whole body shook, and a loud, long groan left her gagged lips as she came to a huge, shuddering climax.

It was time to remove all doubt from her mind about my identity, so I reached down and started the dildo vibrating... and continued to thrust into her. With one hand playing with her clamped nipples and the other roughly abusing her helpless clitoris, it didn't take long for her to climax again and again and again... and I couldn't stop myself from kissing her gagged lips, wiping the sweat from her forehead and loving every minute... and wondering if I should release her so she could punish me for being such a devious deviant.