Submissive
Emily
BDSM Novel
by
Louise Pain
29/F LEGEND TOWER
7 SHING YIP STREET, KWUN TONG
KLN
HONG KONG
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Copyright
Joe had only known Emily for a few weeks. He was new to the hospital, she had been there a month longer, and so they had the strange familiarity of two people who were complete strangers standing next to a team that had been working together for years. Emily's real name was Anne-Cathrin and she worked as a physical therapist. She was about twenty-five, had long red-dyed hair and a very dark solarium-tanned complexion. She was the most beautiful woman in a house where there was hardly a nurse under the age of forty and she knew it. Joe had contact with her once a week for rounds, but when he saw her in the hallway, he flirted fiercely with her brown eyes.
Joe never expected anything more to come of it. But last Friday, he was proven wrong. He was wished a nice weekend and replied to her that his weekend on duty would be boring and lonely, but definitely not nice. "Is there anything I can do about it?" asked Emily with a smile. "Well, you can stay with me if you don't have anything sensible to do." "No thanks, someone will have to tie me up here," Emily said and left. Joe was very surprised to see her sitting lonely in the half-dark doctor's hallway while making the rounds around six in the evening. "Didn't you want to be home when no one was tying you up here?" he asked her. "Didn't you want to eat me up? You've just been staring at my breasts for weeks!" Emily asked back, hugging him.
She was wearing exactly the clothes that turned him on the most: tight-fitting black lycra pants through which her labia were clearly visible, an equally jet-black shiny lycra bustier that exposed her slender belly, and over it a thin white nylon jacket. Her thick lips hung open in front of his mouth. All he had to do was reach out and get the little adventure he had been dreaming of for a long time. He didn't dare. Actually, his wife and two children were more important to him than an affair with a girl fifteen years younger.
But by then she was already hanging on his lips. She had soft, delicate skin. Her perfume smelled fresh and very good. And her little naughty tongue quickly found its way into his mouth. Between Joe's legs it became tight. Quickly the last remnants of inhibition and defense disappeared from his mind. After all, she knew he was married and what she was getting into. He took her and carried her into the doctor's ready room without letting his tongue out of her sweet mouth with its pointed teeth. But hadn't she said something about tying her up? She was hot, he would be all over her now, and then? Half past six the pleasure would be over and they could have a nice evening of television, preferably with Rosamunde Pilcher. He could have that at home, too, and without the risk of being discovered. The doctor's on-call room was also exactly the opposite of what you call representative. There were two folding sofas in the cramped dark attic, and piles of bedding lay around for the daily change that was needed. Except for a television, the room looked empty.
Joe pushed Emily down on the bed and laid his full weight on top of her. He turned her onto her stomach and bent her hands behind her back. She put up with it without complaint. Then he tied her arms together with a sheet and wrapped a second sheet around her up to her elbows. Her legs he wrapped with the third sheet, then the supply ran out. He knew he only had to fix her briefly, in five minutes he could get reasonable tools from a station. So he opened the bed box and put her in. She asked nothing. He gave her another long kiss and ordered, "Don't make any noise or I'll have to gag you. I'll be back in five minutes." Then he closed the
bedside locker and went down to the ward. He knew that in a closet in the supply room were wide hand and foot restraints. They were made of leather with thick nylon pads and were sometimes needed for restless patients. To his delight, he even found a set of originally wrapped shackles with wide metal rings. While searching for the widest sturdy bandage, a clothesline fell into his hands. He put everything in his empty computer bag and went to the dressing room. Here he found some bandages, over which he could pull a rubber glove and thus conjure up a swell gag. And he grabbed a whole roll of garbage bags, band-aids and a pair of scissors. With all these utensils he went back upstairs to the doctor's corridor.
The nurses were handing out supper and didn't pay attention to him anyway, but up here he was sure to be undisturbed for the entire weekend. He took Emily out of the bed, where she was waiting for him, smiling calmly. He put a finger on her mouth and lifted her back onto the bed. Then he made her watch as he built a five-inch thick gag out of a sanitary napkin and a rubber glove. "Just in case you scream!" he said, but Anne opened her mouth and made it clear to him that she wanted to be gagged. Fine, then she got her gag. To keep it from slipping out, he wrapped her head between her neck and open mouth three times with a bandage. Her breath was rattling now, she moved her pelvis and tried to turn him on.
Joe was dissatisfied with the aesthetics of his work. He carefully pulled her hair out from under the bandages and arranged it. Then he turned Anne onto her stomach and released her arms from the sheets. But before she could embrace him, she got the handcuffs on. He tightened them neatly and then tied them together with three meters of clothesline. Emily was rolled on her back and lay on her tied arms. This showed off her full breasts to good advantage. They would look even better without a bra, though. Joe unzipped her blouson and slid it backwards onto her bound arms. Then he pulled the bustier over her head and slid it back as well. Carefully, he freed her left arm, slipped the jacket sleeve and bra over her hand, and put the nylon jacket right back on. Then he tied the arms together again with the shackles. He left the bustier hanging, it no longer bothered him.
Emily had acknowledged being dressed with an unwilling grumble. Now Joe began to stimulate her breasts under the nylon jacket until they were really plump and the large dark halos around the nipples stood out beautifully under the semi-transparent white jacket. Then he pulled the rope down from her hands and tied it to the foot of the bed. He unwrapped her legs and massaged her strong buttocks. She enjoyed it peacefully humming until he tickled her loins. She couldn't take that at all, coughing and spluttering and laughing into her gag, making him worry about her breathing.
Next he took off her pants. Emily still did not resist. She immediately spread her legs and revealed a shaved, wet cleft. As she did so, she gyrated her pelvis again and moaned. Joe calmly placed ankle cuffs on her slender ankles. He connected the shackles with a long piece of clothesline that he pulled under the bed. Now Emily lay tied wide-legged in front of him with nothing on except the semi-transparent nylon jacket, which excited him even more than Emily's already very beautiful body naked. All the while he racked his brains as to where he could get a condom. Because on the one hand he didn't dare to risk any diseases and on the other hand he had just read in the newspaper today how much Boris Becker had paid for the most expensive five seconds of his life. He didn't want a child. But wandering around the hospital in the evening and
He didn't dare ask for a condom. And he certainly couldn't leave the hospital.
Then he had the saving idea. Today he could fulfill even his most secret dreams. He packed Emily, who was still moaning, with garbage bags from above and below and then covered her with a blanket from which only her eyes and nose were still visible. Then he said, "Don't go away!" even though he knew full well that she could not. He went to his duty room and looked for the yellow pages. The first thing he did was to withdraw seven hundred marks from his account. He thanked the federal government for allowing health insurance companies to take more and more cash from patients, because it meant there was an ATM in almost every hospital. Next, he called a cab company about two errand runs. Finally, he called an erotic store and ordered: First a pack of condoms, then a latex overall with a crotch zipper and a pair of play panties with two vibrators and lubricant, and after a moment's thought, a gas mask. The cab driver came, got the money and was back shortly before eight with a big bag from the store.
Meanwhile, Emily was sweating between her plastic sheets, trying to pass the time by rubbing her wet pussy against the blankets. Joe watched her for a few minutes until she noticed him. "Have you ever had your ass fucked?" he whispered in her ear. She shook her head. "Has anyone ever wrapped you in latex?" She shook her head again, trying to get free. "And do you know how arousing shortness of breath can be?" Emily's eyes widened; Joe could see the fear in her eyes. If someone had asked him the same questions, his inexperience would have come out. But you rarely get rid of questions like that; he was asking them for the first time, too.
Carefully, he took the blanket from Emily's body, which was covered with beads of sweat, and checked that her bonds were still in place. He inflated a transparent garbage bag and pulled it over her head. With a second garbage bag he wrapped around her neck, she had about ten liters of air to breathe. Then he quickly undressed and slipped on a condom. This was how he had imagined one of those little situations that you probably never really experience in life. He lay down on Emily's body wrapped in plastic. She was warm and soft and breathing deeply even now. She looked very aroused, but not a bit afraid. Even at the first thrust, he entered her effortlessly. She was soft and tender, just as he had imagined. Emily came to meet him with her pelvis, as far as she still could with the bondage, and moaned in sync with him into her gag. While he was striving more and more towards his climax from thrust to thrust, the bag around her head fogged up more and more, so that he soon only guessed at her face. He didn't care, he could feel her abdomen alive and quivering around his cock. After five minutes he had a long orgasm. As he did so, he noticed Emily growing more and more flaccid beneath him. He immediately tore the plastic bag from her head and removed the gag. She was breathing calmly and steadily, but was not yet conscious again.
After Joe had calmed down a bit, he checked her circulation, untied her and took off her nylon jacket. He rubbed her legs with the lube and put on the booties of the latex jumpsuit. Wistfully, it occurred to him that this suit, costing four hundred marks, had probably been used only once in a lifetime. But it should be worth it. In the meantime he had stowed Emily's lower half completely in the suit. She came to now, looked at him with her big brown eyes relaxed and smiled. Then she whispered "Horny!" and put her arms out to him for easier dressing. Sven rubbed her up to her hands with lube and, with Emily's energetic help, threaded her arms into the sleeves and the
worked gloves of the suit. He asked her to stand up and closed the back zipper.
The sight of her was truly breathtaking. Except for a minimal bellyline, Emily was super slim. The rubber of the suit sat wrinkle-free on both legs and stretched at the buttocks and waist. Her breasts were swollen so hard that the nipples seemed to pierce through the rubber one by one.
Emily could hardly stand, but she immediately went to the sink and looked at herself extensively in the mirror. Apparently she was not satisfied, because she first washed her puffy face and then combed her long red-dyed hair. Joe thought she looked even better that way. He took a towel and some lube and polished the latex catsuit from all sides until it shone like a black gem. She took his cock in her hand and massaged it carefully with her rubber gloves. Joe thoroughly polished her still pointed breasts in return. Then he asked, "Well, would you like some more?" Emily nodded with a smile. He handed her the leg cuffs and ordered, "Come on, tie yourself up!" Obediently, she buckled the wide ankle cuffs around her ankles and pulled tight, as tight as she could. Joe thought he would have been more careful earlier.
He put her handcuffs back on and tied her to the bed with her arms and legs spread wide. Then he pulled a bed sheet across her pelvis and tied it tight with more pieces of rope. Next he loosened first the right, then the left leg and pulled them over Emily's head where he secured them next to her arms. Emily was now lying on the bed with her rump up and again could not move out of the way because her pelvis was still fixed. Slowly he opened the crotch zipper. Her wet pussy oozed out, also the rosette was very easy to reach. He took a lot of lube and a glove and put a finger into her butt first. Patiently he let his index finger circle in her butt until he could pull it in and out very easily. Then he pulled out the dancing panties and pushed the rear dildo, about four inches thick, slowly and rhythmically into her. He watched with interest how far the hole stretched and how Emily's bottom virtually sucked in the plug, which was thinner again at the base, at the end.
Emily moaned loudly and was immediately fitted with the gas mask. It was the Russian model, which was difficult to see from the outside and is also very dark on the inside. It provided silence. When pushing the vaginal dildo in, Emily was already cooperating nicely again. Joe stroked and tickled Emily for half an hour now, keeping her constantly on the verge of the next orgasm. He enjoyed the power over the wriggling, moaning girl, but was not yet ready to make love to her again.
Sometime around ten, Emily became more and more restless when he stroked her belly. "I guess you have to pee?" he asked, and the gas mask nodded. So he took off her mask, untied her bonds, and said, "Go to the bathroom!" "No!" she snapped, "I'm not walking down the administrative hallway in a rubber suit!" "Come on, I'll be your lookout!" said Joe, and stood stark naked in the stairwell. Then Emily boldly went to the stairs, too. What she was doing there, Joe couldn't figure out. Anyway, when she came back from the toilet ten minutes later, both dildos were back in place.
Joe had dressed in the meantime and gone to the station to get his ordered pizza for supper. Emily immediately sat down at the table and demanded her share. But Joe had a few more little ideas. He ordered Emily, "Kneel down, arms out in front of you!" and put the
He put the handcuffs back on. Then he commanded, "Turn around, kneel down!" and also put the shackles back in their original place. So he led her backwards to the door and, standing wide-legged, tied her to the door leaf with her arms spread. "Oh, by the way..." he asked hypocritically, "do you have any experience with vibrators. Emily shook her head. Joe said "But now!" and turned on the two built-in vibrators of her play panties to medium speed. Emily moaned and spluttered, but she couldn't fight off the invaders. Joe kept feeding her pizza until she shook her head and was full. Then he untied her, removed her bonds and put her to bed.
Carefully, he lay down next to her. There he had a lively lover in bed. First she hugged him and stroked his crotch. He still wondered how she could stand it in the catsuit, because already the contact with the sweet rubberized woman was too warm for him. Then she stood up, removed the two vibrators from her abdomen and wiped her crotch dry. So she squatted over him so that he could lick her pussy. He was very grateful that she had wiped herself first, because as hot as he found her, disgust remained before the pussy licking. Carefully he worked the clit free with his tongue and then stimulated it with his tongue and by sucking. It was bearable after all. Emily slipped a condom over him as long as and licked him the penis shaft in exactly the tempo that he put forward with her pussy.
Very quickly he got a big erection. He didn't quite trust the artwork, but Emily seemed to like it. She picked up the last two garbage bags and said, "Now it's your turn. Get up!" and pulled a bag over both his arms from behind. Then she pushed Joe back onto the bed where his arms were now well secured to both sides of his body beside him. She squatted down and very slowly sat on his extended shaft, which she literally sucked up. Then she pulled the last bag over Joe's head and wrapped it tightly around his neck with a few layers of plastic bag. Joe was a little scared. What would happen if he got into the game now and she forgot about his release because of all the excitement? But the tight, sweaty feeling under the plastic was already good. With each thrust, he worked his way closer to unconsciousness. It was indescribably beautiful. But before he came to his climax, it went black around him.
Joe woke up. Next to him in his arm lay Emily, beautiful to look at in her catsuit. The zipper was up so that her shapely breasts could be seen. They were still standing erect. And he pondered how he could keep Emily and not hurt his family. Softly he caressed her and said, "My dear, I don't know how to say it." She interrupted him, "Then just say, I don't love you. That's all right. I actually wanted a baby from you tonight more than anything else. It's a pity you're so cautious, you seem to me to be the ideal person for the role of paying father. But the show you put on is all right. And when I feel like you again, I only have to look at your roster. Do I actually get to keep the clothes?"
After this open sermon Emily disappeared together with catsuit under the shower. She came back after 5 minutes, smelled fresh and cuddled up to him naked. Somehow he had lost the desire.
I'm sorry," she said, "I'm stuck in traffic and will be a little late." Secretly, I cursed cell phones, this call meant I'd probably have to make it longer today.
For half a year I have been working temporarily for my best friend, who runs a small but fine SM - furniture production, and also sells the furniture made there.
Well, on Friday afternoons I just hold the fort until about 20:00.
The lady who had just called actually wanted to be there at 19:30 to look at some "exhibits". She would also like to order something directly, if she liked it, to surprise her boyfriend with it.
The doorbell rang shortly before eight. I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised. She looked strikingly pretty, not very tall, slim and quite dark in type. I would estimate her age at about 27 years. She looked at me from her big brown eyes, apologized again for the inconvenience, because she was quite late. Since I liked her right away and of course because there was possibly a deal waiting for me, I explained to her that she should now just stop looking at the clock, it would be all right....
"Do you already have concrete ideas about what it should be?" I asked, however, the phone rang at the same time and she said that she would already look around until I had finished calling. However, the subscriber was only wrongly connected and so I had the opportunity to observe her a little. Her gaze was fixed on our stretching bench, which she then went straight to. Now I could see that she had a nicely shaped tight butt and her legs were also very nicely proportioned. The short skirt and the tight T-shirt stood her excellent. I waited until she turned around to face me, not without a quick glance at her perky, obviously very firm breasts. They were not too lush, but shapely.
"It's a rack." Said I, "it's often taken because there are a variety of ways to work a, I'll call it a victim, if you'll allow me that expression."
"Well," she said, "in our relationship, I guess I'm the victim, but my partner doesn't dare come here to look at something like this. I could well imagine him using it once it was at home, though." "That's quite common." I immediately reassured her.
"Would you be so kind as to explain to me exactly how something like this works?" She asked, looking at me with her dark brown eyes.
"If it is you who is to lie on this bench later, I recommend right away that you climb on it once to get an immediate first impression of how pleasant this cushioned surface feels." Promptly, her pretty face reddened a bit and she exhaled audibly, but immediately had herself under control again. To my surprise, she actually got onto the stretching bench and was now sitting on it indecisively.
"You should slide right down a little lower, and put your feet in these semi-circular recesses so I can fix them in place," I advised her..... and so she did
immediately. At the bottom of the bench was a cross board, which was similar to a pillory
was to be opened, and then tightly enclosed the ankle joints when shot. "To make you more comfortable, please lie back now in a relaxed position. I will now put a waist strap around you, and then fasten it as well. Also, you will now have the pleasure of testing the pleasant handcuffs. They work similar to the mittens we all know from our childhood. Only here, a small crossbar is still incorporated inside, which you should enclose with your fist. This way, the forces created during the stretching process don't act flat on your wrists, which would certainly otherwise be uncomfortable after a short time."
She was somewhat perplexed. After all, she was now hopelessly at the mercy of this rack.
"Hee, what's this about?" She asked me, and began to pull restlessly at the bonds.
"You see," I remarked, "the whole thing is built rock solid, and no one will ever
succeed in freeing themselves."
"Hell yeah!" She then stated.
"But I assume that if you are already interested in such a part, it is your deepest wish to surrender yourself completely." I said, and added after she nodded again, blushing slightly, "then we can continue with the demonstration now."
I went to the bottom and explained, "On the top half of the foot attachment, there is a little leather tab above each foot. I'm going to show you now why it was done that way." I now began to remove her shoes and, of course, her stockings. Again she exhaled audibly, but did not protest.
She had wonderfully shapely feet. The toenails were painted black, which I liked very much.
"The tabs are used to lash the big toes tightly to the board." Which I did immediately. "In this way it is made especially easy for the active to tickle his victim's feet very effectively." I now took a goose feather, and began to work her feet with it, without neglecting the spaces between the toes. The reaction was overwhelming. She tossed her head back and forth kicking her legs as much as she could to get relief. The wriggling made me admittedly quite horny.
"Stop it, no one can stand it." She cried, snorting, and pulled like crazy on all the ropes. Every now and then I gave her a little break to catch her breath, but then tickled the other foot again with great abandon. "The special thing about this contraption, as I'm sure you've noticed yourself, is that the feet are immovably strapped down, and all wriggling seems utterly useless. Your tormentor alone will take great pleasure in your situation.
I finished by tickling both feet at the same time with a second feather, and casually asked, "Shall I continue now, and explain the rest of the bench's functions?"
"Noooooooo not, I can't mehhhhhh!!!" However, I did not let that
and continued on confidently.
"I don't think I heard you right, you're trying to rob me of my closing time to
to have this wonderful device explained," .....
" umpfff stop it, this is killing me ummmm!!".....
"And then you want to stop in the middle? In the future, please think carefully before answering my questions. So, what about now" I asked tickling and demanding. "Do you want to know the rest after all?"
"Noooooo yesaaaa damn yesaaaa ..... please no more tickling...."
"I knew we would get along" I said and immediately put the feathers away.
She was completely out of breath, her eyes were wet with tears, her mouth was trembling, but she said after a short recovery pause, "Excuse me, of course I want to know the rest, it all just came so.... suddenly."
I dried her moist eyes with a handkerchief and said, "I assume that from now on you will no longer disturb my remarks with disapproving interjections. For safety's sake, I'll leave the two quills, which, by the way, are part of the basic equipment of this model, within easy reach."
She narrowed her eyes and nodded her pretty little head in confirmation. The black, shoulder-length hair was already pretty messed up, which I liked downright. She looked simply adorable.
"Then we can now turn to the other end of this torture rack. From your handcuffs go out firm ropes, which are fastened to a roller. By turning this roller, you therefore have the possibility to bring your victim into an absolutely defenseless position. A lock on this roller ensures that it can only be turned in one direction, which in turn means that the rope, once pre-tensioned, also remains taut.
So now, to demonstrate what I just said, I'm going to stretch your body a little bit."
With creaking sounds, the roller moved and my victim's arms were now hanging straight from the specially constructed shackles. Through the tight-fitting, thin T-shirt, one soon clearly saw the strained shoulder joints and the rib arches. The belly became flatter and flatter and the waist strap now lay reasonably loosely strapped around just below the ribs, where the skin seemed to stretch so wonderfully. The t-shirt had been worked quite short, and now allowed a glimpse of the area of skin around the navel. It was pleasantly tanned, and stretched tightly over the latently recognizable muscles. The muscles of the thighs also stood out slightly as I continued to twist mercilessly.
Her mouth escaped several times a very light moan. Once again briefly turned and her pleading look gave me pause.
"I think your situation will cause you to give me a little help in what I have to say next." I said, and asked right after, "How would you describe your current situation?"
After a moment's hesitation, she replied, "I feel absolutely helpless."
"Now which area of your body do you think would be particularly suitable to be tortured?" I asked with a stern look.
She hesitated a bit before answering, "I think my upper body."
"But I would like to have that a bit more precise," I said, "at which points can you torture such a defenseless woman particularly effectively?" I added directly. Now she became clearly red in the face, at the same time I could recognize however that under her T-shirt suddenly quite clearly the nipples stood out. She still hesitated when I took the goose feathers in my hands again and went to the foot end of the bench. Exactly
between the toes she had reacted best earlier, on these places I concentrated
me now especially... all this was obviously tremendously embarrassing for her, she screamed and laughed,
But because of the tense body, wriggling was out of the question. When I again
paused for a moment, I echoed, "what now, I'm listening!" As was to be expected came
also an answer:
"On the bosom."
"Other word for it!" I added.
"On the breasts."
I started tickling lightly again and demanded another term. Desperately she shouted it out, "On the TITS!" "On whose tits?" I asked.
"Oh God, on my tits, please don't tickle anymore." Came now very meekly.
Immediately I stopped tickling her further.
"Well, why not just like that, I'll call you by your first name now, so you realize how much work you're doing me here. So on your tits I should torture you now, do you think?"
As a matter of course, I now pushed her T-shirt up under the waist belt until it stretched over her upper arms directly under her face. She was still bright red in the face, and now closed her eyes because of the torment that overcame her. She was wearing a dark blue bra, and I could see that the cups were not quite filled, no doubt due to her outstretched arms. Without much hesitation, I opened this pretty part, which was made easy by the clasp between the cups.
The two halves now slipped apart a bit and I folded them away completely. What I saw now almost took my breath away. Two wonderful half-ovals lay provocatively in front of me. But not enough with it. A slight goose bumps appeared on their bodies, which naturally caused the areolas to curl up, and the nipples themselves were stiffly erect.
I touched her skin at the shaved armpits, and very slowly stroked my fingertips down the rib arches.
She responded in a whisper, pleading, "Don't.... please don't... don't do this..."
"That might suit you, stop it, now it's just starting to get interesting," I said, and continued: "Where were we just now? I think at your tits." Now I ask you: "Should I go to your feet again, or will you tell me voluntarily where your tits are particularly sensitive?
"No please, the nipple is what I'm thinking of." "The what?" I ask threateningly afterwards. "Sorry, on the nipples.... I meant."
I now took a light leather whip in hand and began to scourge her breasts without further notice, first very lightly, then more and more violently, until her body began to tremble slightly. She whimpered and tried to avoid the blows, which of course did not succeed, and then surrendered to her fate. Every now and then she acknowledged the strokes with a short outcry, which then usually ended in a moan.
"You see, such a stretching bench has definite qualities." I remarked and pulled once again properly over the two hills.
"Shall I continue like this, or would you like to know some other methods of torture?" I asked into her rebellion.
"Please don't hit anymore, anything but don't hit anymore, it hurts like hell." she whined sufferingly
"Alright, at least your tits are decently covered with welts by now, so I can turn my attention to your nipples now."
So I picked up little clips and let them take a look.
"Take a good look at them, those sweet mean clamps don't usually come with the package, but in your case I'm willing to make a small exception. They're about to bite into the wrinkled skin of your nipples. But before that, I'll hook a long thin string on each of them, which I'll lead over a ceiling hook. So I can comfortably pull your tits long, if I want it. But you should still know that the clamps are designed so that they bite even harder on the nipples under tensile load."
But first I tickled the nipples and twirled them between my fingers, which made her entire body shudder. When they had become really stiff, I put on the clamps and let them snap shut. Completely surprised by the intense pain that abruptly drove through her breasts, she gasped and then bit her lips.
"I will loosen the nipple clamps again at the end of our little demonstration, you will then feel a second time what the hour has struck." I left it at that for the time being.
"So, girl, now I'm depending on your assistance again. Are you willing to continue to support me in my efforts to instruct you in the functions of this bank?"
"Please, I can't take it anymore, it all hurts so much, what more do you want from me?" She asked, but already moaned audibly again when I tenderly stroked her belly.
"I'm going to ask you some questions again, and you're going to answer them to the best of your knowledge." I announced to her.
"Please don't ask me anymore, it's all so unspeakably humiliating for me, so terribly embarrassing, and please..... if I may make one more request.... no more tickling my feet, I would not be able to bear it."
I was sure that she would eat out of my hand in a minute.
"If you are cooperative, and answer before it is too late each time, I won't make it so bad." I then opened to her. "I took care of your feet at the beginning of my remarks, then I tormented your tits, but this bench holds more options for you. There is one more area of your pretty body that we have completely disregarded so far. Well, which area do you think I mean by this?" I asked again sternly demanding, and to give emphasis to the question, I pulled tighter and tighter on the clamp cords. Even before she was capable of an answer she cried out loudly "OUCH OUCH, that hurts like a pig!!!" She cried desperately.
"Well at least it doesn't tickle, or would you prefer that?" And already I stood again at the foot end, with the feathers and this time moreover with the cords in the hands and began to maltreat her feet, pulling additionally on the nipples.
"Stop it, stop it," she cackled and screamed, "I'll answer all the questions, ohhhh pleaseeee no more!"
After I gave her a little break, she said without further probing, "You've disregarded my private parts so far."
"My what?" I asked, somewhat amused. But she had learned, "My vagina, ehh I was going to say my cunt." And again she closed her eyes down with a high red head.
"Then I'm sure you won't mind if I take off your panties now, and then take care of your pussy properly." Without waiting for an answer, I took action, pushed the miniskirt up a little, and reached into the side of the panties to pull them down. However, I managed it only to the knees, because the legs were spread too wide.
My wildest hopes were by no means disappointed. The velvety skin of the belly merged into a wonderfully curved mons veneris, which, I was not badly amazed, was hairless except for a narrow vertical strip. Also between the legs, right and left of the pubic she was perfectly shaved. The narrow hair strip pointed like an arrow to the clearly protruding, quite large clitoris. The inner labia curled sweetly and waved underneath. The outer labia were not so fleshy that they somehow obstructed my clear view.
Something else caught my eye. Between the inner lips it shone very treacherously, and a small trickle of the horny wetness had made its way along the perineum to the small wrinkled asshole that I could just guess between the firm buttocks. I could hardly turn my eyes from her shame and found it really cute how she tried to take her legs together and pinch the buttocks.
"Why are you looking so long and hard at my cunt?" She asked in a humble whisper.
"Well, I'm kind of surprised about your behavior," I said, "while I'm doing all the work with you to explain how this torture rack works, you're lying around horny and letting me create. I will have to punish you properly for that. After all, this thing has more ways ready to bring you little bitch to the räson."
I now operated two levers, which in turn released two leg supports to fold them up to the right and left of the bench. As intended, they snapped into a vertical position. The whole dilemma now became apparent to my victim. The supports each had a half-shell mounted at the upper end, into which one could put one's lower legs. But not enough with it, there were also strong leather loops with which the lower legs could be firmly strapped.
"I will now free your legs from the foot holes, remove your panties completely, and you will then place them in these cups so that I can tie you up there again." I demanded of her. "Should you not comply with my request, I will mercilessly pull on your nipple clamps until you obey."
"Oh please, it doesn't make me horny at all, it's humiliating, I can't do this."
"Then I will assist you as announced." I threatened again, first loosening the toes from the loops, and then the feet from the holder. Immediately afterwards, I pulled lightly on the nipples while stripping down your panties. Screaming and moaning, she followed my instruction, so that I could easily tie her legs in the cups.
Even now she tried in vain to bring her legs together, but the bondage left her hardly a millimeter of leeway. I still quickly made the effort to connect the nipple clamps over the cords in each case with the big toes, which was visibly uncomfortable for her, after all, from now on a reasonably relaxed foot position meant hellish pain in the breasts. So I had my bright joy in her.
"Please," she whined, "can't you just explain the rest, I just can't take it all anymore." But I really didn't want to make it that easy for her.
"Please admit that this form of product presentation makes you totally horny!" I demanded of her, and stroked with my middle finger between her labia around, led this, slippery as he was now to the small rosette, and pushed him ungently into her butt opening. She yelped agonized and forbade herself this treatment in all seriousness. The finger slimy from the horny juice I now handed to her mouth, and ordered her to lick the finger. She actually complied.
"Are you ready to admit your horniness now?" I demanded again.
"Never!!!" She shouted.
"Then I will take care of your feet again, and if you then wriggle with them, you will torture your tits in this way yourself." I offered her in prospect. The hard feathers again taken to the hand, I began also immediately with my devil work. The reaction was bombastic. She screamed and giggled alternately, and her body vibrated and trembled, animated by a tremendous energy, in the tight confines that the bondage allowed.
"Aufhöööören I can not meeeehr.... yes, it makes me totally horny, I just want to be satisfied, do something finally, stroke my pussy, give it to me finally, I admit everything!!!" Thereupon I let her calm down a bit. I stroked her face a little, which she took as an opportunity to moan slightly.
"Very well," I said, "you have admitted that you have taken pleasure in my work, you have virtually exploited me and my activity in order to gain sexual satisfaction from it. In my eyes, this is an impertinence that will result in a punishment. I will first stuff your small, tight asshole with a large dildo, and then give you a few juicy strokes with the whip on your cunt. I will stop this punishment only when you politely ask me to let you satisfy yourself."
"Oh God, I haven't even done something like that in front of my boyfriend before, I'm way too ashamed for that, something like that is humiliating, I can't do it!" Was her almost too softly spoken answer to my demand. Her look was glazed, but surely not only because of the tears that now dripped from her pretty eyes. Also her cunt produced hurriedly further, so that the love juice ran along between the buttocks.
"The way I judge the situation, you will be humiliated even more often in the future, and do things you may not even know about today." I replied. Then I moistened a dildo in her slimy cave, which elicited another moan from her. I then slowly screwed the slippery part into her ass rosette with pleasure. The muscle gave way twitching under protest. When the thickest part was reached she screamed and moaned again. After this point was overcome, I did not push further, but waited until the next contraction of the butt almost sucked the part into itself. In the process, the rosette turned a little outward and left the view free on
a sweet round fluff of tiny hairs that generally remain hidden from prying eyes. Now I took the ready whip in hand. I placed myself in a favorable position, and began to let the whip dance on her clit and all its surroundings. At first she only moaned, but soon, with increasing intensity of the blow, she threw her head back and forth, screaming at the top of her lungs. Unwillingly, she tore at her nipples with her feet, which must have meant additional agony. She thrust her pelvis to meet the blows, but jerked back in horror after each stroke. All her body demanded was only satisfaction.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me". She shouted over and over again.
After the whole cunt was smeared red, I took a break, after all I didn't really want to hurt her. She twitched a little more, and then whined, "If you....
ehh, if you already do not want to fuck me, then please do something else, I'm dying of horniness!!!"
"No." I gave her in reply. "My job is done now. The last thing I had to show you were these extremely effective leg cups. By the way, they can also be adjusted in width to spread the victim's legs even further apart. I think you'll soon be able to figure that out for yourself, too."
I released the roller to take the tension out of her body and freed her hands. "But you are free to satisfy yourself, so to say as a small compensation for me and my exhausting job here. Only after that I will release your feet, and the clamps from your nipples! So that you realize how seriously I mean it I will tie the waist belt a little tighter in the meantime.
She started to smile, let herself sink back, and began to work her cunt with both hands. Even the first touch made her moan and jerk wildly. Her self-treatment became increasingly intense.
Now the time had come when I could free her from the anal plug. So I started to turn it back and forth, and then changed the direction. After a few fucking movements to the thickest part, I pulled him out completely. He came off with a slight smacking sound. But the opening of the rosette remained and so, to my surprise, she began to fuck herself in the ass with a finger. She moaned and struggled like out of her mind.
With her left hand she then spread apart the horny flesh of her labia. With the fingers of the right hand she drove incessantly into the steaming pussy, to then carefully pull them back over the tip of the clit. This went on for quite a while now. Only the redeeming orgasm did not want to finally occur, probably because the bondage restricted her urge to move too much. She worked and gasped like a wild woman, her body was sweating from all pores, and so I decided to help her a little.
Surprisingly, and without further notice, I slowly released both nipple clamps. The sudden resumption of blood flow in the nipples caused a sharp pain, but it immediately continued in waves to her sex. With a loud cry that soon turned into an inarticulate whoop, all the pent-up energy was discharged in a tremendous orgasm.
Immediately I loosened all the restraints that had held her body captive until now. After a few minutes of rest, I helped her to her feet. She arranged her clothes by putting them back on and said, "Please, what happened here, no one must know but us."
Smiling mischievously, however, I explained to her that her boyfriend had lied to her a bit. "You see, he was also here last Friday, and asked me to show you this torture rack with all its options. He has already ordered it, with the proviso that he will deliver it if and only if it really meets with your unqualified approval. I take the liberty of assuming that I can arrange for delivery at the beginning of next week."
Since she now had to sit down first, she took a seat in a medieval-style torture chair for lack of better opportunities. After I offered her to briefly explain this one as well, we both had to laugh out loud.
"I think it makes sense to change fronts for once." She said thoughtfully, more to herself. "That old rascal really fooled me."
After briefly discussing the delivery arrangements, she said goodbye to me, left the premises and drove home.
I now also had the opportunity to start my end of work, turned off the light, locked everything, and also drove home.
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Cleaning help
Looking for female cleaning help by the hour in the household.
When I read the job ad, the words of my TV girlfriends came back to me. In recent years, I had actually managed quite well to style my female out fit as a TV girl. And more and more often I also made attempts to move more publicly as a woman. And so far I have not been picked on or treated particularly conspicuously. Be it out of cockiness or curiosity - in any case, I was fascinated by the idea of applying to this ad as a female cleaning assistant.
... am single and would be happy to introduce myself. I taped the letter and put it in the mailbox.
Actually, I was a bit shocked about my actions now - but it was not sure whether I would get an answer at all and then I would still have the possibility to cancel for certain reasons.
In order not to be completely unprepared, I started to shave my legs and arms thoroughly every day - I also plucked out some hairs of my eyebrows and filed my fingernails every day. With the video camera and in front of the mirror I practiced walking, sitting and other feminine forms of movement.
After almost a week I had myself so far under control - I was actually quite well prepared
But three weeks later I found a letter in my mailbox. When I read the address, which was unfamiliar to me, a shock went through me - I quickly opened it and read, or
better skimmed the lines: ....... interview with us ..... Tasks in the household.....
So after all - should I really realize this plan to introduce myself as a cleaning girl
It was Saturday morning - I was up early. There was a lot of work ahead of me. After I had showered, I shaved again thoroughly on arms, legs and of course in the face and finally I began to make up.
After a good hour and a half, I could look at my work in the mirror - a woman with shoulder-length, slightly curly hair and subtle makeup. I had rather chosen a more inconspicuous outfit - a white blouse with long sleeves and a black knee-length skirt and white pumps with low heels. I put three more rings on my fingers and was actually satisfied with myself. However, I still had to go to the car - now, on a Saturday at just before nine, there would certainly be some people on the road. And I could not risk that my neighbors would recognize me as a woman. So I put on a pair of sunglasses and put on a blazer.
Fortunately, everything went well until I reached the car - I had learned from my previous trips not to react frantically when I met someone, so I didn't stand out when a man with his dog approached me in the parking lot just before the car and looked at me.
I had to drive a good 50 km - certainly a bit far for an hourly temp job.
But I just wanted to know how I arrived - as a woman.
The address I was given was relatively easy to find - on the road out of town a path led off to the left and after a good 100 meters I came upon a normal single-family house. Actually a quite idyllic area, I thought to myself. Before I could really think about it, I saw a woman standing in the doorway.
All right, my girl, now apply.... In my head emerged once again the
The thought of the lunacy of my plan arose in my mind, but I had to go through with it.
In the living room, we sat directly across from each other - it was a middle-aged couple, they seemed well off and, from what I could tell from the decor, had good taste as well.
Over a cup of coffee and pastries, they explained what would be in store for me: it would be the usual work around the house. They would need me on two to three days for a few hours, depending on the need.
And if you don't mind, you could start right away today. We have a garden party tonight and if you would be so kind, you could help me with the preparations.
The devil must have ridden me when I agreed. So I was already after a few minutes with rubber gloves, a household apron and a bucket of water in the garden and scrubbed the garden furniture, then I washed glasses and dishes in the kitchen and moved them into the garden and after two and a half hours was so far everything ready.
But I would have to go slowly.... I wanted in any case and for understandable reasons
avoid that I should also stay for the party.
Yes, we understand. But you still have time for a glass of champagne? The man didn't even wait for my answer and poured three glasses full and handed me one of them.
You will excuse me if I am a little indiscreet. The woman stood opposite me and looked at me.
Your husband is probably already waiting for you ?
No, uh... I am single.
However, we have not found a female name at the address you gave us, either in the phone book or on the name tags.
It ran ice-cold over my back, apparently the two had informed themselves well and had been also before my house. I was in a fix and was about to reply that I had just moved in when the woman continued:
I rather think that you want to play something for us and yet you are actually a man. Admittedly, you appear quite genuinely as a woman. She looked me in the eye - directly and mercilessly.