THE TAKING

Full frontal hug, a stiff bulge greets you by poking you in the stomach, while trained hands massage your spine from your neck and working down to your lower back, where I know you're sore because you worked all day. The hands come up your sides, the thumbs stroking your ribs, before they repeat the process. I sniff your hair as I work my way to your ear, where a hot huff of breath makes you twinge, before I nip at your earlobe with my tongue and teeth. I crush your breasts against my chest, while a hand drifts down to your ass for a hard squeeze and a lot of cupping...

I close my eyes and relax in your strong grip... moaning softly... before I push you away and take a couple of steps back myself. I'm still wearing my work clothes, but not for long... soon they're in a puddle on the floor, and I stand before you in just a black bra and g-string... I step towards you again, my hands going to your hips as I kneel before you and move my face towards your crotch, my cheek gently brushing against the erection in your trousers...

A guttural, animalistic groan escapes my throat, like a lion waking from slumber. My hands reach down, where my fingers run through your hair. I instinctively push my groin towards you, offering my manhood to you. I take your hands and help you undo my belt, watching in a haze of lust as your fingers shake with need. I slip out of my trousers and sigh as the cool breeze blows across my skin, mixing with the hot breath from mouth. My cock twitches at every sensation, ready to play with a new friend. My mouth goes dry as my voice grows husky... I want to suck and lavish your beautiful breasts so badly, oh-so-badly...

I very, very slowly lick along the full length of your manhood, watching as it grows at my touch. I take just the head inside my warm, moist lips and suck softly, looking up at you with my large eyes as I reach behind me and unfasten my bra, freeing my breasts from their captivity. I suck on the head of your cock a little harder now, gripping gently with my teeth, as my fingers move up my body to play with my hardening nipples...

I reach for something to stabilize myself; I'm about to collapse. Your skills are unmatched by any other in my experience. I can feel pre-cum oozing from the tip of my cock as your teeth scrape my length. I lean over and trace my fingers down your back, play with your g-string a little, before drawing my fingers up your sides and coming to your breasts. I lovingly squeeze them as they hang pendulously, swaying with my ministrations. I milk them towards your nipples, lightly brushing them with my palms and fingertips. I continue to play with their pillowy softness, hefting their weight with my palms, and admiring their perkiness. I want to suck on them so badly! I fantasize about their sweetness and the sounds you'll make when I get to take them in my mouth...

I let your cock slide out of my mouth and give it a kiss before I move backwards, getting to my feet and licking my lips, standing before you in just my tiny little g-string. I cross my arms over my breasts and see a brief flash of disappointment on your face. I turn away and look at you over my shoulder, giggling, and watch as your eyes flick down to my buttocks. With a smile, I lean my head to one side and glance in the same direction, to where the box of toys is sitting unused in the corner...

I admire your feminine form as you slink away from me in your coquettish manner. When my eyes reach your ass, I realize I *envy* that g-string. I stride forward and wrap my arms around you as my cock chases after the disappearing g-string. You purr as my arms encircle you and as my fingers slip under your crossed arms to fondle your breasts. I nuzzle the nape of your neck and take playful bites as one hand slides down to your dampening crotch. My middle finger traces downwards along the outline of your slit before it lifts away, to be replaced by heavy pressure from my ring and index fingers on your outer labia. I continue to pet you heavily, stroking you, as my middle finger begins to brush against your swollen lips, while my other hand tweaks your nipples. The tiny little fabric of your g-string is no match for the flood of honeyed nectar that begins to leak out of you, heralding your readiness. I suddenly scoop your lithe frame up and take you to a bed in the corner of the room. It is a queen-sized bed whose mattress top is three feet off the ground, requiring a small stepstool to climb up. The footboard of the bed doesn't clear the mattress, except for two towering spires of stout black metal at the corners. The headboard has the same metal posts at the corners, but they are joined by a crossbar about one foot above the plane of the mattress top. Five bars reach down from the crossbar into darkness. We continue where we left off, except that we are kneeling on the bed's pearly white silk sheets. Your dark tresses cascade over my right shoulder as you tilt your head back, giving me access to your lips. The kisses become feverish and hungry. I take your slender hands in mine and wrap sturdy leather cuffs around each wrist. A whimper escapes your throat as I pull your hands behind your back and lock them together with a padlock.

With a final kiss, I lay you on your stomach as I climb off the bed. You watch with moist, doe-like eyes as I wrap leather cuffs around your ankles and lock a foot-long length of chain to each cuff. Each chain is then locked to a bedpost, spreading your long legs lewdly, about four feet apart. I watch as you test your bonds, your body laying supine on this pedestal, legs spread wide whilst your hands are cuffed behind you. I focus on that g-string now, mocking me, that thin, flimsy, wet membrane of fabric being your only shield of modesty at this point. I take a long length of chain now, wrapped in what you later learn is an electric blanket, thus explaining the warmth of the shiny links when it touches your skin. One end is chained to the bedpost at your left shoulder, where it is drawn to your hapless wrists. It is also locked to your wristcuffs before it ends its course at the bedpost at your right shoulder. The length of the chain is such that your wrists are halfway up your back in a hammerlock, a position that is not uncomfortable, but does limit your range of movement. I produce a pillow, which I prop under your hips; you can't help but feel exposed and that arouses you, achingly so. In a moment, the world goes black as I slip a blindfold on you. In another moment, the familiar taste of a ballgag fills your mouth, where it is firmly strapped around your head. I step back to admire my English beauty and her sexual offering, before climbing up to join her.

I slip between your legs, where I trail my tongue up their length, from ankle to thigh. I can smell your intense womanhood now and I playfully push that nasty g-string aside to slip a finger into your velvety tunnel. You sigh appreciatively but it quickly turns into a disheartened sob when I pull my finger out and replace the stretchy undergarment. Your skin becomes your primary means of receiving information and it now sends you a peculiar message: soft and light caresses sweep across your back, ass, and legs, from something that feels like a giant paintbrush. Your confusion gives way to pleasure as you just go with it, giving me your total trust. A sudden strike across your firm ass makes you realize that it was the fine fibers of your horse-tail butt plug! You can see me smile in your mind's eye as you flinch with surprise, not pain. I then give you a few playful swats with my bare hands, reveling in their jiggly resilience. You hear a very familiar sound next, the scraping of metal on metal... a sound so familiar that doesn't belong in the bedroom... but at the office... You make the realization a moment too late, as a pair of scissors turns your skimpy g-string into a memory. A yank and your only covering is gone. You wriggle as if to protest, as if you could, as if you would - but I know you too well. Engorged lips glistening with dew now greets me, perfuming the room with your lust. I massage your ass, parting them briefly as I gaze at your puckered nether-passage. I easily slip two fingers into your pussy and rub your g-spot, tapping it twice or thrice, before retracting to another disapproving groan. Your ass wiggles in anger and frustration. Another mysterious noise hits your ears when you hear my voice saying, "I have to go out for a just a moment, but I can't leave you hear uncovered like this! Let's cover you up!" A loud hiss is the next sound you hear, as a new g-string of whipped cream is drawn on your body. A heavy dollop is placed at the entrance of your sex as you kick futilely and scream silently. "Don't worry, honey, I'll be right back. I just don't want Pauline to find you all naked like that!"

"MMMMMMMPH!!!" is the only sound I can make into the gag drawn tightly into my mouth as I thrash on the bed, struggling to free myself... and I'm very satisfied when I realise that the cuffs and chains are not going to let me go anywhere. The whipped cream is cold on my nether regions... but I'm feeling so hot that I can imagine it evaporating completely before you return. I can imagine the sight that will greet you when you return... me struggling on the lovely silk sheets, open and inviting for you, completely helpless, completely horny, completely wanting you...

I return and stand by the door, admiring the work of beauty that is you, framed by the work of beauty that is my bondage. The two work synergistically and makes my cock swell even more. The room is now dark but the bed is well-lit from the six tracklights that are directed towards the bed. I watch as the whipped cream surrenders to your body's heat, as it melts away and reveals your pussy like a flower emerging from snow. I can't resist anymore and join you on the bed, licking away some of the whipped cream and using a hot moist cloth to wipe away the sticky rest. You hear some more activity and wonder what is in store for you next, just as I straddle your ass. Your fingers twitch to try and grasp something, anything. The faint scent of lavender and vanilla hits you as my hands, slick with warmed oil, massage your back, neck, and arms before I dismount and move down to your lower half. This time, a trickle of oil tickles your leg, starting from your left ankle, moving up to your butt, and then down to your right ankle. My hands return to distribute the oil and to work your muscles, aching from the day's work. When I get to your ass, I add some more oil, heavily lubricating the cleft between your cheeks (way more than you think is necessary, really), using my thumbs to spread them apart. I watch as a rivulet of oil races towards your sex. I give you a couple of quick strokes on your sensitized clit and I sit back, admiring how the oil captures the light, highlighting your feminine curves. You struggle against your bonds, your frustration now reaching maddening levels. My fingers reach for your labia, opening them to reveal their juicy pinkness. I can't resist anymore, you lying there so helpless, unable to defend yourself against even so much as my lustful gaze.

I climb atop your body and quickly mount you, driving my tumescent member into you. Your pussy sighs in relief as your lips hungrily gobble up every steely inch. I can feel your juices squirt out onto my balls as I enter. I revel in the tightness, the heat, and the velvety wetness and realize you are enjoying this as much as I do. I plant my knees inside yours, even nudging yours wider, making you wonder if you could possibly be any more vulnerable. I put my hands on the mattress near your elbows and begin to pump. My strokes are slow and long but quickly pick up speed. Soon, my hips are noisily slapping against your ass as I go even faster. Your own orgasm starts to build but I suddenly pull out and your displeasure is audible. I do this to forestall my own orgasm and, once I'm away from the edge, I mount you again. This pattern continues for about twenty minutes but for you, it's a hellish eternity. The orgasm that is building within you has several plateaus, each one higher than the last, so that this moment is tinged with a very powerful orgasm. I've been timing my orgasm with yours, reading your breathing and other body signs, and now we're in sync. Just before I reach my orgasm, you tense and shiver as you howl into the ballgag and mattress. Your body is covered in sweat that pools on your oily skin as your pussy clamps down on my cock. The sudden sensation is too much and I fill your clasping tunnel with pearly white liquid. I take a few seconds to recompose but before too long, I begin to pump into you again to keep my erection, determined to make you scream, despite your ballgag. Fully recomposed, I drive into you with my cock with piston-like force. My strokes have changed to a 2-1 rhythm, where there are two rapid strokes followed by one powerful one. These power strokes involve using my full body weight, which drives the breath from your body. Another orgasm begins to coalesce in the pit of your stomach as I change to a 3-2 rhythm. An "oh, baby..." escapes my lips. It takes about ten minutes, but when this orgasm hits, you thrash under me, the links rattling from the strain. If it weren't for the chains, you'd have surely hurt me!

I smile inwardly as I withdraw. "I have this neat little toy for you, Laura dear," you hear me say. "It's a new butt plug but it's rippled, like a stack of ping pong balls," I add, "If you don't want me to use this, just say so." You squirm at the thought of this wicked object being rammed into your ass. "Good, I didn't think you'd mind!" I oil the probe up and touch the tip to your dark hole. Your ass clenches firmly but there's so much oil, your resistance is futile. The first ball, about half an inch in diameter, pops into you with a grunt of surprise. I twirl it around your rectum as if I were shifting gears in a race car. The second ball is slipped in with a grunt and the third with a squeal. Deeply ensconced within your behind is this intruder, every wicked inch. I wiggle it around, just to see you squirm. Freshly invigorated by your display of helplessness, I enter you again, loving the feeling of your pussy around my cock. This time, I plant my elbows on the bed near your torso instead of my hands, bringing my upper body closer to yours. I inch up a little bit and begin pounding into you again. This time, by changing my angle of entry, my cock rubs against the rear of your opening, which also causes my cock to rub directly at your g-spot, stabbing at it. You arch your back and thrash again, against a storm of chain-chattering and gagged grunting. That one was so intense it almost hurt, your abdominal muscles aching from the experience. You begin to wonder if it is actually possible to be driven insane by orgasms!

Panting, moaning into my gag, squirming underneath you as you take me to higher and higher levels of orgasm, unable to do anything but lay there and enjoy the wonderful arousing stimulation you provide... you move down to a slower gear and I take the opportunity to shift underneath you, loving the feeling of my hard nipples pressing into the bed... and I pull slowly but firmly at my bonds, trying to reach that rippled invader in my ass, not liking the intrusion but feeling oh so helpless because of it...

I want to try another position with you, but I decide you're good for one more orgasm before I stop. Thus, I pound away at your pussy, using only power strokes. We are in such a heavenly state that only an escalation of energy is felt here. I beat on your body like drum, beating a rhythm that transmits to your body's core, a place so deep and dark you've never known it existed. In this place, a primordial beast is kept and caged, never having seen the light of day; a dinosaur; a force of nature so raw that only thousands of years of evolution could contain it. The rhythmic thrusts of my body against yours stirs The Beast and you begin to know fear. You plead with me to stop, to leave The Beast in its cage, but nothing gets by your gag or blindfold. I only see your hair plastered to your sweating brow and a bubbly froth leaking from your mouth like a dishwasher loaded with too much soap. My strokes become even more powerful as I grab onto the sheets for more leverage. If it weren't for the chains holding your legs to the frame and splaying your sex to me, we'd have fallen off the other side. The Beast paces in its prison, becoming more enraged with each stroke delivered to your pussy. I can hear it scream at me and I am driven to provoke it even more! With a deafening bellow and a wrenching of metal, it breaks free from its prison and begins to charge towards the surface. You tremble with every lumbering footstep it makes, as suddenly, it emerges with a howl, unfettered after thousands of years of imprisonment, this monumental super-nova of an orgasm. You crumple into a ball, hopeless to ride this one out, as your abdominal muscles twitch spastically. I watch as you curl into a ball, pulling on your chains as your arms go up and up, your slender fingers balling up into fists. You don't know if you'll be able to ride this one out, as The Beast wreaks its havoc on your body like Godzilla on Tokyo. Your orgasm is so intense and beautiful that I cum, too, sating The Beast. You slump onto the sheets, soaked by our love-making, as your tits mash into the mattress. A person could mistake you for dead if it weren't for the ragged breaths you take.

While you are in this state, I unlock your left wrist and tuck your thumb onto the palm of your hand before rolling your other fingers over it, making a childish fist. Next, I take a foot-long strip of duct tape and, starting at the back of your wrist, I bring the tape over the back of your hand before bringing it around to the front of your hand, finishing at the front of your wrist. I repeat this two more times, covering more skin each time, until your left hand is encased in a club-like appendage of duct tape. I wrap two pieces of duct tape around your wrists, thereby securing the first three from becoming loose, trapping your hand in a fist. I put the wrist cuff back on, which holds the duct tape down. I repeat this for your right hand and then admire my handiwork. By this time, your orgasm has begun to subside as you quickly realize your new predicament: with your hands taped up into fists, you are unable to use them, much less to pull out that evil anal intruder! You become frustrated in your helplessness, as you realize that you are prey to my most wicked or even simplest of desires. You wonder if I'll ever set you free and panic at the thought that you'll spend the rest of your days in this state. You wonder if I'll charge admission for strangers to come and use you for their own carnal pleasures.

I unlock your body from the chains holding you in this position for the past ninety minutes but all you can do is slump there, your abdomen still a quaking mass of twitching jelly. Your hands are still cuffed together though, so any thoughts of escape are soon discarded. I proceed by taking another length of chain, this one about ten feet long. I attach each end to the top of each post at the corners of the foot board, letting the chain form a parabolic U-shaped sling, the lowest point of the curve resting about a foot above the plane of the mattress. Your hopes for mercy are soon dashed as I turn my attention back to you, my gagged, blindfolded, and cuffed toy. You feel a leather belt go on around your waist and then one go on around your neck. You hear the distinctive sound of a chain, this one about three feet long. Your ears next detect the distinctive sound of a padlock's hasp locking shut, connecting the chain to your neck. The sound is repeated as the other end of the chain is connected to your belt, with any slack taken out. Next, I unlock your wrists and quickly cuff them to the chain running down the center of your back, about halfway, repositioning you into a hammerlock. I then bring you to the front of the bed, where I have you sit on the edge. The chain that was slung between the two posts is brought behind your back and locked to the back of your belt. I lean you back to rest on the mattress, but the chain that connects you to the posts prevent your lower back from touching the cool silk sheets. Your long legs, meanwhile, dangle freely into space, but not for long. With your body's weight on the slung chain, the chain becomes as taut as a bowstring. I take one leg by the ankle cuff and relock it to farthest link I can, before repeating the step with the other leg. I look on at this hapless woman: gagged, blindfolded, and hammerlocked, with her head in the center of the mattress and her ass right at the foot of the bed, except that it is dangling one foot over the surface of the mattress. Her legs are splayed wide with no suggestion of modesty whatsoever. I decide finish up by digging two thumbcuffs out of the toy bin. I grin to myself with devilish mayhem, as I fasten one thumbcuff around one of your big toes and then to a chain link! I repeat this for the other big toe. I then get another length of chain, this time, I connect it from your belt to the rail that runs between the two posts at the corners of the foot of the bed; this will prevent you from lifting your ass off of the bed should you try to tighten your hamstrings. Now what will you do? I opt to finalize my design by chaining your neck collar to the center rail at the headboard, should you try to wriggle out that way.

I jump off the bed to circle around you and I stop at the foot of the bed, where, with your legs spread wide, you offer me your pussy or anyone else who might be standing there. I pat your mons and then lovingly stroke your slit as you moan your approval. I trace the lines of your legs with both sets of fingers before bringing them to your crotch. My deft fingers pull your lips apart, divulging your inner pinkness to me. You feel me tugging on your labia and you just know that I'm studying every fold, flap, freckle, and wrinkle of your tender woman-flesh. I pull back the hood of your clit and gaze at the pearly button. I blow on it and smirk as you tense; I stroke it and salivate as you begin to seep fluid again. You feel my thumbs pry open your asscheeks as I inspect the rubber intruder deeply ensconced into your rectum. You tremble as you wonder what I could possibly have in store for you that would require you to be in this position...

Gagged and blindfolded, my sense of touch is heightened and I react strongly to the slightest touch, the slightest brushing against my sensitive skin. My breath catches in small gasps as you examine my sex, feeling even more exposed than I did before - and feeling utterly helpless, even more so with my fingers and toes locked in inescapable bondage. I feel you touch the rippled invader in my ass and a soft, low, animal-like moan escapes my lips - I feel that The Beast is prowling again, no longer held by its cage, this time able to wreak havoc with just the slightest provocation... but you're aware of this too, and you tease my nether regions warily, not wanting to unleash The Beast again so soon. I pull at my bonds, futilely, as I feel your finger trace a line down my slit - I want to feel you inside me so much, and I try to raise my hips as much as my bonds allow me to get the message across... but you know better, you seem to know my needs better than I do, and you gently push on the rubber intruder in my ass, making a loud groan emanate from my throat, before you blow cool air over my exposed parts.

I connect the butt plug to a special device, one of my own design. When I push the PLAY button, you feel the butt plug start to vibrate. It vibrates at seemingly random rates though and not with the steady beat of a battery-operated device. The apparatus to which I've connected you is a modified CD player, one that translates music into vibrations: the higher the tone, the more intense the vibration, while the faster the music, the faster the vibration. In this way, neural fatigue is less likely. Next, I climb atop your stomach and straddle it, where I look down at the sweaty, drooling mess that is your face. I gently push away stray strands of hair from your face and wipe away the saliva running down the side of your face.

From this position now, I begin to knead your tits, massaging them with expert hands. I increase blood flow to these beautiful globes and watch them flush with heat. Your nipples have turned into rock-hard bullets, which I rub with my palms in large circles. I play with your breasts like a child would two large pieces of dough, pushing them together, pulling them apart, squeezing them, shaking them. I watch you turn your head from side to side, lost in my ministrations. I dismount you for a moment so that I may suck hard on your nipples, even biting them lightly, while two fingers find your sex, made slippery with fluid again. I worship your tits like this for a while, getting you very hot and bothered, before applying more oil to your body. I put a large amount on your breasts, so much that it begins to run down the sides of your body. I then remount your body, almost sitting on your chest. The only sounds coming from you are soft moans of approval but that quickly changes when nipple clamps are placed on your hardened, engorged nipples. You thrash for several seconds, the intense pain burning into your tits. You realize again that you are completely at my mercy, to be used or abused. Only my desires count now. You are little more than a sex toy right now. I take your fleshy tits and push them together, the nipple clamps twisting this way or that, causing pain to burn into your brain. I lay my cock between your mammaries and begin to slide my cock back and forth, as my scrotum draws repetitive lines across your abdomen. I take my time with your body, enjoying the feel of these downy-soft sacs against my member. At times, I push them harder together to give me a tighter passage, while sometimes I shake them. Regardless, each and every movement causes your nipples to send red-hot messages of pain to your head. This indignity, combined with the vibrations in your ass, but without direct clitoral stimulation, fuel your lust again. Is there anything I can't do with or to your body tonight? I'm lost in abandon when you hear an impossible sound: A door opening and closing, and the click of high-heeled shoes...

Your sex toy was writhing with lust beneath you up until that point - desperately, futilely moving to try to get some direct stimulation on her most sensitive of parts. But on hearing the click of high-heeled shoes, I stop... but you are so lost that you don't notice, continuing to use your toy, to squeeze your cock between my slippery, well-oiled breasts, to pull on the clamps causing pain to burn afresh in my hard nipples... but my thoughts are distracted, wondering who has entered the room, and what they could possibly be thinking about the sight before them. Me, laying back on the bed, my legs stretched to reveal myself to them in the most humiliating (and sexy) of positions, unable to cover myself up, unable to hide the evidence of how much I'm enjoying myself... the butt plug protruding from my ass, connected up to some device causing it to vibrate inside me... and you sitting atop me, using me as a toy, taking full advantage of my complete and utter helplessness... I hope that they are as aroused by all this as I am.

As your heat builds, your tolerance for pain increases, so I take greater liberties with your nipples, pulling on the clamps, then twisting them cruelly. I watch your head thrash from left to right but I'm not sure if it's from my handling of your tits or your clit crying for attention. Or is it to tell me about the intruder? "My, my, when you said you had something to show me, you weren't kidding," a distorted voice says. You feel as though a machine had entered our arena but recognize the digitally-manipulated voice as an attempt to mask that person's identity from you. The attempt is successful; you can't discern age or even the sex of your guest, a stranger with an unshielded view of your dripping pussy. I stop assaulting your chest and turn towards the voice while still on top of you. "Did you bring the items?" you hear me ask. "Yes," comes the mechanized reply. Your next sensation makes you jump involuntarily as a hot wet towel is dropped unceremoniously on your crotch. You feel the stranger's hands through the towel, again denying you any ability to discern the sex of this stranger, this person who saw your most private parts before even seeing your face. The ministrations are not without affect, however, as your pussy gratefully acknowledges each stroke. Before you get too far, though, the strokes and towel are taken away. The familiar sound of a pressurized can returns as you feel a warm foam being applied to your sex. I watch you struggle futilely as you realize what's coming next. I watch as the muscles of your thighs flex uselessly, trying to afford yourself even the tiniest degree of modesty. I admire the simple ingenuity of the thumbcuffs as they stretch your feet out into points, affording you no mercy. I also admire the full curve of your calves, a consequence of your predicament. The reverie is broken for us both when a razor makes quick work of your tidy snatch. You feel two pairs of hands probing your nether-region, taking full liberties of your vulnerability. Soon, your pussy is baby-smooth, and the wispy veil of hair that was your only source of modesty is now gone, your womanhood bared to the leering gaze of two people.

I climb off of your body and get off the bed, which is matched by the stranger climbing up from the other side. You can feel the stranger's eyes roam all over your body and you become frustrated again, this time with the inability to cover yourself up. Who is this unknown person, to whom you've shared your most private secrets? Meanwhile, I go to the foot of the bed and kneel upon an ottoman there, merely inches away from your sex. To the uninitiated, I look like a devotee' praying at a perverted altar. I give your mons a few heavy pets before I begin to kiss upon the newly exposed area. It isn't long before my tongue works its way into your intimate folds, swirling my tongue around in your canal. I then move upwards to your clit, which peeks out from under its hood and greets me warmly. At the same time, the stranger has unfastened your ballgag. It pops free from your mouth and you spend a second or two to work your jaw before it is replaced by a small tube. "Drink," says the voice and you take the opportunity to replenish your lost fluids. It takes several greedy sips to sate you. You begin to voice your indignation when the voice says, "eat," and the ball gag is replaced by a pussy! The dripping mound is soon grinding on your face, coating your face with juice. Two hands grip your head as your face and tongue is ridden to an orgasm. The two of you bounce in unison on the mattress as you bring the stranger to her first orgasm. The taste of this woman's fluids are distinctive as you realize who your rider is: Pauline!

"Hello there, sweetie," she says to you as she pulls off your blindfold. Her metallic voice is gone now, as she holds up the box-like device with the neckstrap. "When Arthur told me what he had in mind, I was all in," she says enthusiastically. She gets up on her knees and that's when you see the source of the high-heeled clicking: black, leather, thigh-high, high-heeled boots. Besides the boots, Pauline is sporting a thin layer of sweat and a smile. You're too stunned to say anything and soon, you are unable to as the ballgag is returned. Pauline’s pussy begins to grind on your face as she rubs her clit against your nose and chin. It only takes a few moments for her to cum again, a small squirt of liquid hitting you in the face. Without the blindfold, you have a front row view to the orgasm. You marvel at the tiny tremors that ripple through the thighs and abdomen. You crave for your next orgasm now, an emptiness in the pit of your stomach. Pauline dismounts your face and straddles your stomach, picking up where I left off by tormenting your nipples. She lovingly suckles at each nipple, the way she knows you love, before taking the clamps off. The pain is like a lightning bolt to the back of your brain as your back arches, lifting you off the mattress. Your screams die in your throat when she sucks and pinches them back to life. When the pain subsides and circulation is restored, you glance up through slitted eyes. You see Pauline dangling the clamps over your face. With an evil smile and a glint in her eye, she quickly reapplies the clamps to your tender nipples, this time with a 90 degree turn. You scream silently again as tears stream from your eyes. You aren't aware of Pauline putting on a simple collar and leaning over you. You are only vaguely aware of Pauline tugging on the chain that connects the clamps. You can only watch helplessly while Pauline bends over close to you, as if leaning in for a kiss. She frames your face with her elbows. You watch with horrified eyes as Pauline locks the chain to her collar, while her pendulous breasts knock about your face. You stare wide-eyed, yearning to take one of these weighty globes into your mouth but the ballgag denies you this. You realize that this was not by accident, but by design. When Pauline moves, your nipples are unwilling hostages, moving with her. Your frustration begins to grow even more!

I arch my back, trying to reduce the distance between my nipples and Pauline's collar, trying to reduce the pain, but she loves to tease and torment and only pulls further and further away, my nipples forced to follow her every movement. I murmur into the gag, lost in the pleasure and the pain, wanting her to bring her gorgeous 36D breasts closer to my face... and all the time, I can feel your tongue pleasuring me, teasing me, keeping me just on the edge... and I can do nothing, nothing at all, to stop the two of you from giving pleasure to and taking pleasure from my helpless, bound, naked body... I'm in heaven!

My lips purse and form a seal on your clit and I suck on it, gently at first, but then harder and harder, causing it to swell with blood. I then clamp my mouth over this bald region, unhindered by hair or even stubble, as your clit becomes even more sensitive. I begin to flick my tongue over your pink pearl, applying slow and deliberate strokes. I also begin to hum and moan, obviously a man very into what he's doing. Between Pauline and me, it's not long before you feel another orgasm begin to build. I gauge your responses carefully and just as you begin to buck a little, I move down and slip my tongue into the honeyed vault of your pussy. With the direct stimulation gone, you grunt in frustration, the gag once again denying you any voice in this matter. I give you another minute to calm down, using the time to lap up your tangy juices, before moving up again and repeating the process. I treat your clit a little harsher this time, even scraping my teeth over your clit, as I take you up the hill to heaven. Like a sadist, I again deny you release, as I move down again, this time to give your g-spot a few good strokes with my fingers. I plunge two fingers, then three, then four into your slippery channel, marveling at your enthusiasm. You thrash around in your bonds like an animal, tired of being provoked and teased in this unmerciful fashion. I play your body like a musical instrument for the next half hour, going through highs and lows, weaving stories of heaven and hell!!

You're almost blind with lust at this point. Meanwhile, Pauline has been equally cruel, beating you about the face with her massive tits. Sometimes, she'd move left to right repeatedly, knocking into your cheeks. Other times, she'd move back and forth repeatedly, as if riding a cock, brushing her tits along the sides of your face. It's this motion that is most painful, as it tugs on your nipples the most. To make matters worse, Pauline sometimes goes a little farther up that she should, causing you to fear for your nipples! Th e two of you lock eyes in this half hour period, and you can see that she knows full well who owns your body right now. You then hear me signal to Pauline that we should move on with our next step. I get up on to the bed and turn up the volume on the CD player, which translates into much stronger vibrations to the huge object lodged in your ass. Your clit screams for attention but is unheard. You watch helplessly as I disconnect the chain to your nipple clamps from Pauline's neck, only to reattach them to the front of a simple waistbelt. Pauline then takes up a doggy-style position over your face, which pulls pretty severely on your aching nubs. I come up behind her and quickly slide into her hot sex, easily going in all the way. Much to your dismay, we begin to fuck, inches away from your face, while the nipple clamps begin their tormentuous attack on your tits. Our motions are strong and desperate, almost feral, and your nipples scream their agony to your brain. You watch as my cock slides in an out of her pussy, as Pauline's juices begin to run down my balls and drip hotly onto your face...

I'm arching my back, partly to ease the pain in my ass, partly to ease the pain in my nipples, partly to try to get me closer to where the action is. I'm struggling hard beneath the two of you, desperate for stimulation, aroused to the extreme, my eyes following every single thrust... I have the best view in the house, as you pump into Pauline's pussy... the nature of the position allowing you to assert your authority over her, and the chain attached to my nipple clamps remind me of my position in the pecking order. I soon find myself following the thrusts as much as I can, moving my body to allow my breasts to follow Pauline's movement, to try to reduce the tension on the chain between us... all the time blinking Pauline's hot love juices out of my eyes... and feeling oh so vulnerable beneath you...

Pauline's body begins to stiffen, a prelude to an event you've seen so many times before but never from this vantage point. She gasps for air and then emits a long, wailing moan. Her pussy clenches spasmodically and shoots a geyser of hot juice onto my balls. I give her a hard and final thrust, which causes even more of her juices to squirt out of her. You reach up with your tits at this, as the nipple clamps take you with her. You watch in abject fascination as her fluids begin to drip from my body, mixed with passioned sweat. You look on in tormented frustration as her fluids pool in her densely matted pubic hairs as they also drip onto your face. We are your Master and your Mistress. Your feet kick but only move a couple of inches, the thumbcuffs on your toes reminding you of their presence. You lift your head but also only move a couple of inches, the neck collar curbing your ability to participate. Your hands, still balled up in taped fists, shift uselessly under your back. Your clit is in a frenzy, eager for any sort of touch, when a cool draft of air blows across your bald pussy, reminding you of your exposure, your vulnerability, and your drenching desire. You still watch on as I withdraw from her and you hear the wet plop as she releases me.

Pauline smiles down at you and lowers herself to rub her sex all over your face, filling your head with her fragrance. As she does this, she sits on the chains connecting her waistbelt to your nipple clamps, and there is another flash of burning pain, as if someone had stubbed out a cigarette on your nipples, which you take with enforced servitude. She disconnects the nipple clamps from her belt and says, "Poor Laura, I'll bet she needs some attention!" I agree in mocking tones, and we work together to lift your torso and slip a large, firm, and rectangular sofa cushion under you. We place the cushion so that your head and neck are not supported, which forces you to tilt your head back and look towards the headboard. You wonder what could possibly be next now, but the answer comes to you soon enough. Pauline resumes her position above your face and gives you an intimate view as she dons a new toy, an intimidating eight-inch long, two-inch wide, latex phallus with large and small nubs all up and down its length, ending in a fat, bulbous tip. "I just wanted to show you my new toy," she purrs, "now it's time to turn out the lights." With that, she replaces the blindfold. She then unbuckles your gag and you flex your jaw in relief, not realizing that your frustration caused you to bite down on the rubber ball. Pauline gives you some water before she slides down to your tits and begins to kiss them. I join her and we slowly remove your nipple clamps, only to replace them with our hot mouths. Our tongues flick at the tortured flesh while you scream but our worship continues.

You beg us with your newfound voice, "Please, please, PLEASE let me cum! I'm going crazy!" Pauline and I glance at each other as I wink to her; we let go of your boobs and reapply the nipple clamps, turning them again ninety degrees. Your cries amuse us, because everyone knows how much you love this, and a quick dip of a finger into your nether-hole confirms this. Your head lolls around, unsure of what is going to come next. You feel Pauline get off the bed and emerge between your legs. She pulls your labia apart, exposing your innermost flesh to the lights. She makes some lewd comments on the pinkness of your pussy as well as your state of arousal. She then begins to feed you her strap-on, a taunting little bit at a time. Your pussy gratefully welcomes the intruder, although its size rubs heavily against the other intruder, the one still lodged in your ass. She gives you a few tentative strokes to distribute your lubricating fluids better. At this time, I kneel and straddle your head, facing Pauline. I take my hardened member in hand and rub it against your lips. You know what to do next: you open your mouth and accept my manhood. Because of the tilt of your head, my penis has no difficulty accessing the back of your throat. I bury all six inches of meat into your mouth, as my balls touch the bridge of your nose. Pauline and I begin to move together, withdrawing, then thrusting, then withdrawing again. We pump your body from different ends, the phallus cramming your crotch being met with hot enthusiasm. Pauline plays the devil and turns up the vibrator in your ass two notches, which causes you to flinch in surprise. My cock deeply plunders your mouth in rhythm with Pauline, who comments, "Look, she has no holes left! They're all filled!" You feel pride at your ability to satisfy two lovers simultaneously. Your orgasm won't be long at this point!