The Prop Master: Beautiful Movie Stars Begged For His Bondage Skills, But His Heart Blazed For Only One Woman

by Pat Powers

  “Now what are you going to do if you feel the need to cum, mine?” Jack asked.

  “eh oo or er iff in,” Cindy said, which was as close as Cindy could come to saying “Beg you for permission” with the gag in her mouth.

  “Right you are, mine,” said Jack. No joking now, he was as far into sex space as Cindy. “Now crawl to the bed and get in, lying face up.”

  “Yeff, maffah,” Cindy responded, her voice husky with desire, and crawled to the bed, her butt swaying, it's sex-stained surface an invitation if ever there was one. Cindy did not look back to see if Jack was watching. She knew he was.

  Cindy crawled up on the bed and positioned herself in the middle. It was a king-size bed, something Jack needed because he was so tall, but it stretched away on all sides of her short frame.

  Jack secured Cindy's collar to the headboard of the bed, then he turned her to one side and tied a rope to the cuffs that bound her wrists behind her back. He flipped her over so that she was on her back again, and tied the rope attached to her wrists to a curlicue in the footboard so that she couldn't move upward on the bed, while the rope attached to her collar kept her from moving downward.

  Cindy watched it all, deep in subspace, her body still full of unspent sexual energy, her eyes gleaming with passion. She loved to watch Jack when he was like this, silent, intent, his waving cock proof of his arousal, his sure handling of her body demonstrating his strength and power. The gag in her mouth felt so right at such times, and yet so unnecessary … she did not WANT to speak and break the spell she was in.

  Finally, Jack seized her ankles and pulled her legs way over her head and tied her ankles to the headboard behind her, so that she was doing a sort of split, a Russian split it was called for some reason, with her legs elevated and raised til they were level with her head, but suspended in the air above it. He could have elevated her legs further, Cindy practiced yoga and was VERY bendy, but he preferred to give her squirming room. Because he definitely intended to make her squirm.

  Jack paused to inspect his work. With her legs spread so wide, her butt was thrust up into the air, her shaven pussy displayed in all its glory, her generous breasts spilling on either side of her chest, her body arched to accommodate her hands underneath her back, and her eyes, so large and round, looking up at him with that incredibly sultry expression she got when she was fully immersed in subspace, the drool trickling unnoticed down her chin.

  It was time, and Jack wasted none of it, he climbed onto the bed and worked his cock into the tiny slit of her pussy, feeling his cock stiffen even more as it glided into her very wet and ready pussy. He pulled out and thrust in again, hard, and them began pounding her pussy with his cock, hard and fast, and Cindy began writhing in her bonds and making those little smothered moans he so loved to hear.

  When Jack had first started fucking Cindy, he had been excruciatingly careful, afraid he might hurt her, she was so small and her pink slit so tiny, but she had taught him that he could pound her as hard as he liked, and that she LIKED him to. It was a lesson he had enjoyed learning.

  He held himself above her, his arms fully outstretched, his biceps nice and thick and easily able to hold him off Cindy as he rammed his mighty cock into her again and again.

  Cindy gazed up at Jack's powerful body above her, his eyes almost glowing with lust, her own eyes filled with pleasure and passion, her whole being so receptive to him as he fucked her hard, strong and long, just the way she liked it. The barely-banked fires of her libido flared anew and in no time she was begging Jack to let her come, her muffled words not at all clear because of the gag, and not making all that much sense because of her arousal, but her meaning was clear, very clear. “fwee fwee fwee emmee um, maffah!” she cried, over and over again, with many variations.

  “Not yet, mine,” Jack growled. “But keep begging like the sex beast you are.”

  “FWEEEEEEE!” she cried. She absolutely LOVED begging to cum, LOVED being dependent on Jack's permission to have an orgasm.

  “No!” Jack responded, and the exchange went on for some time, with Jack fighting with every ounce of control he had to keep himself from coming even as he forbade Cindy to. Cindy was soon reduced to the same squirming animal status she had experienced on the bench, only this time there was no butt-slapped spikes of pain, only huge waves of pleasure battering at her mind, threatening to overwhelm her at any moment. Her pleas took on an increasing urgency. She so longed to embrace Jack, to take him in her arms, to wrap her legs around him, her arms and legs struggled unconsciously in her bonds to do so, but they could not, she was bound like an animal. She was Jack's sex beast, his to use as he liked, and the physical reminder of his mastery over her added whole new levels of intensity to her feelings, and she cried out abjectly and helplessly as his cock rammed her again and again.

  Jack was overwhelmed by the beauty and grace of the squirming woman beneath him, the need to cum was an overwhelming thing now, he had to squeeze his eyes shut so the sight of Cindy with her eyes full of fire and life, her body a writhing symphony of lust and beauty, would not take him over the brink. But he could not drown out her passionate cries or not feel her pussy squeezing his cock or not smell the warm musk of her arousal.

  “Cum, mine, cum!” Jack cried at last, knowing he was scant seconds away from orgasm himself.

  “YEF MAFFAH!” Cindy screamed through the gag, and she let the waves overwhelm her at last, her whole body awash in ecstasy as she yielded to Jack with every cell in her body, orgasms piled upon orgasms, a final scream of pleasure ripped from her very being before all went black and she passed out.

  Jack felt her pussy squeezing his cock like a tiny hand as she came, and he let go and came deep inside her, ramming again and again.

  When Cindy came to, Jack was untying her. She lay limp on the bed after the ropes were removed. Jack walked over to the mini-fridge where some recently-printed grapes were cheese bites were stored, along with a couple of bottles of hard cider, Jack's favorite drink. He took a bottle of cider and had a swig, then put it back and hauled the grapes and cheese back to the bed.

  He slid onto the bed beside Cindy and placed the plate on the bed beside him. Cindy embraced Jack and snuggled up close to him, her whole body aglow with relaxation and pleasure. She kissed his chest and murmured, “I love you, my Master.”

  “I love you too, mine,” Jack responded, wrapping an arm around Cindy and giving her a hug. He felt great.. He popped a square of cheese into his mouth and gave Cindy several grapes, suspecting that she could use the liquid on her throat after all the drooling, moaning and screaming she'd been doing.

  “What? Master, these grapes are not peeled!” Cindy protested as she popped the grapes into her mouth.

  “I shall make a note to have you peel them in the future, mine!” Jack said, giving her butt a casual slap.

  “Oh, no Master!” Cindy cried in fake distress.

  “Mmhmm,” Jack said, giving her a squeeze. Lying in bed with Cindy in his arms was literally the Best Thing Ever.

  Cindy was also enjoying a warm postcoital glow. In a while it would be time to get up and go to Club Gwen. But for now Cindy's universe consisted of the man whose brawn arm was wrapped around, and it was a universe she was glad to be in..

  * * *

  “I'm not gonna wear my panties to the meeting and you're not gonna wear any undershorts, just those black joggers of yours," Cindy said. "Got it?"

  Jack nodded. Cindy was a big one for dressing properly for meetings. Their time in the playroom was over, it was now time to tend to business, but Jack was pretty sure some hanky-panky was intended for their flight. Cindy liked flying for all kinds of reasons not having to do with its being an efficient way to get around.

  A few minutes later they were gliding through the air at half a kilometer in the air. They had his glider configured as a two-seater now, which merely involved taking the basket off its frame and attaching an extended frame to the bottom of the first frame, where the basket n
ow rested. A few straps across the top frame allowed him to rest above the basket, where Cindy laid. A simple lever allowed him to adjust the distance between him and Cindy for comfort, aerodynamic efficiency -- and other things as well. It was full night now, and they were enclosed in a cocoon of light made by their running lights and their dashboard lights. Cindy was in the basket with him, to be exact, she was beneath him.

  Cindy was wearing a light outfit that consisted of a pink cotton crop top which barely covered her nipples and a black leather miniskirt which barely covered her ass, and didn't manage to cover the light gold chain that dangled from the ring set in her labia. Just above low-cut miniskirt was a light gold waist chain. She was also wearing her largest set of nipple rings, which were partially visible beneath the edge of the crop top. She also wore a collar with a D-ring and a leash dangling from it. A ball gag on an elastic band rather than the usual leather strap hung around her neck in lieu of a necklace.

  In lieu of bracelets she wore two black leather bracers set with studs and a large ring on the side. The ensemble finished with calf-length boots.

  Jack wore black cotton jogging shorts and a black leather vest. No shirt. On his left wrist was a big leather bracer. He wore black rockports to finish his outfit.

  Now that they were in the air, Cindy was ready for her special treat. She pulled the gag ball around her neck and slipped it into her mouth, and easy thing to do thanks to the elastic. Then she reached down and slowly and carefully pulled her miniskirt up until it was bunched up around her waist, leaving her ass entirely exposed.

  This was Jack's signal that it was time to pull his trousers down around his knees and lower his frame until he rested almost atop Cindy. Cindy's legs were spread wide and her ass was hiked up toward him. She was ready, and more than ready. He slaved the autopilot to the navcomp and caressed Cindy's butt. It yielded readily to his touch. He slid his dick down, which was as ready as Cindy's butt, and felt the soft, yielding flesh of her pussy. After some careful probing, he found the moist entrance to her pussy, and easily slid his cock deep inside her. She was wet, very wet. Figured. This was her favorite way to make love, suspended in midair with the desert breeze flowing through her hair.

  He thrust his dick all the way into her, and heard her muffled cries from behind the gag. That's why she wore the gag, to keep herself quiet. She loved to cry out, sometimes to scream out, when they made love, and she appreciated the fact that the gag allowed her to cry out and not be heard in the next county.

  This was especially true when they were making love while in the air, because strictly speaking it was illegal to make love while piloting an aircraft. But in fact it was practically impossible to tell if someone was making love, especially at night. It was a lot easier to tell if one partner was crying out and screaming and moaning at the top of her lungs, which is why the gag came in so handy.

  (In fact, in order to get arrested for making love while flying you practically had to ask for it, say by doing it at low altitude, in daylight, while naked. Most people did it at night, and in fact it was not at all unusual to hear the cries of unseen lovers flying through the air while walking outside at night.)

  Now he and Cindy were two of those lovers, and his biggest problem was to hold off long enough to give Cindy a nice, long ride. He found the best way to do that was to look up from Cindy and watch the sky for the running lights of other gliders while he did it. They tended to blur together into long, milky trails of light as the navcomp sent the millions of flyers in L.A. into set courses that would keep them apart. If you were in one of the major streams of light you'd never know it, because the navcomp kept the gliders well apart. But over a distance the melted together and formed lines of light.

  In just a couple of minutes he heard the rising crescendo of muffled cries that meant Cindy was progressing toward orgasm. Soon he felt her deep inner muscles clutching spasmodically at his dick. He was still enthralled enough by the lights that he didn't come when Cindy did and he was able to enjoy the way her buttocks quivered and twitched beneath him. She lay still for a moment, and he thrust deep into her and kept his motions minimal so he wouldn't orgasm and Cindy could have another go when she recovered in a moment.

  Surprisingly, this had the opposite of the intended effect. His attempts to remain immobile made him much more conscious of the way he was thrust into Cindy, of the fact that the two of them were as intimately connected as two people could be.

  He breathed deeply and stared with renewed intensity at the glowing lines that filled the night sky.

  He felt her slowly begin grinding her butt against him again, testing to see if he had anything left for her. He responded by resuming sliding his dick in and out of her, slowly at first. But very quickly Cindy was in orgasm mode again, crying and screaming into her gag and writhing ecstatically beneath him.

  He stared hard at the contrails, but with all that going on beneath him, he just couldn't last, and it was almost as if Cindy were pulling the orgasm out of his body with her pussy, and he cried out and came deep inside her.

  She lay still when he collapsed in his frame and he wrapped an arm companionably around her shoulders. For a time the two of them just lay there in post-coital bliss, feeling the wind on their bodies and watching the lights of L.A. glide beneath them.

  "That was wonderful," Cindy said, having removed her gag. A thin trail of drool was drying on her chin.

  "Yes, it was, darlin'," he agreed.

  Club Gwen was set on the waterfront, in what had once been the shipping and receiving warehouse of a medium-size freight line that had been acquired by a larger freight line which had ultimately been acquired by a ludicrously huge freight line. Somewhere along the line some manager had decided the facility was redundant or that it didn't fit in with the owner's plans, and so it was shut down. Nobody else wanted it, so it management was very happy to sell it to some people who said they planned to put up a large dance club.

  They landed on the Club Gwen strip and let the valet park their glider. Cindy's dress was now almost covering her ass again, and his pants were around his waist and not his knees. They didn't even smell that much of sex, because the hot desert air had a way of drying out bodily secretions very quickly.

  Cindy gave him a quick kiss and handed him her leash. Like many women who were active in the movie industry, she enjoyed the game for its own sake, and was eager to discover what the deal was whether it was a good deal for her or not.

  The doorman knew them.

  "Long time no see, Jack," he said.

  "Been real busy," he said, glancing at Cindy.

  "Cindy, you been keeping this poor guy too busy to visit us?" he asked.

  "Yes, I have," she said. "I've been keeping him too busy to do much of anything. I don't think he's had a dirty thought in months."

  "I believe it," the doorman said.

  'We're looking for the Melissa Wheaton party," Cindy said.

  "Oh, you're with them," said the doorman, and they could both see the flicker of calculation as the doorman completed an equation that went something like, "Jack Davis and Cindy Sturges plus Melissa Wheaton and friends equals industry rumor X is true.” "They're in the Saudelli Room, the small playroom just off the Willie Lounge."

  "Thanks," Cindy said.

  They made their way into the main entranceway of the Gwen Club. As usual, several slaves were on exhibit by their masters in various degrees of undress, duress and distress. They were both male and female. He'd learned to avoid looking at the male slaves. He had gay friends and was supposed to be enlightened and all about this, but they squicked the hell out of him.

  So, being a live and let live kind of guy, he just looked at the women, who were definitely worth looking at. They were posted mostly in erotic bondage tableau that left them exposed and helpless in all sorts of ways, inviting the odd fondle, tonguing or swat. But the rule here was "look but don't touch unless specifically invited to." Like the lanky blonde gal tied so that she was bent double ov
er a padded hobbyhorse with a large paddle hanging from a rope nearby, and a sign saying "Go ahead, gimme a swat!" on a hand-lettered sign tacked to a cork board nearby.

  Her, you could swat, and to judge from the general redness of her cheeks, a lot of people had taken her up on the invitation. Her head was flushed, too, being upside-down and all, and a long stream of drool trailed from her bit gag. Her pussy had a certain shiny look to it that meant she'd been lubricating heavily. Well, what proper slave wouldn't, displayed like that? If things like that didn't turn you on, you were into the wrong kink.

  They moved past the blonde at a pretty good clip, because Cindy was hot for the biz that she smelled going down. The next woman they passed was a stocky blonde cruelly tied in a kneeling position. Her arms were tied behind her back at wrist and elbows and her ankles were also tied together. A short rope connected her wrists to her ankles, keeping her in a upright kneeling position. Another short rope tied her ankles to a ring bolt set in the floor, keeping her kneeling in that exact position.She wore an O-ring gag that stretched her mouth so wide open that her face was incapable of expression, rendered masklike by the gag, except for her large, soft, beautifully expressive green eyes. A small, desktop-published sign was taped to a cardboard stand beside her. It said:

  "MEN! I beg you to use me! I have been a naughty slave and my mistress has determined that I am to be punished through the use of men. My mouth is your love hole. Please use it, that I may be forgiven."

  Well, you never could tell if what was written on the signs was true, though Jack suspected that most of the time there was some kind of truth to it.

  Jack looked down at the woman, with the big brown eyes and the cum stains on her chin, and had an idea.

  He stood still and gathered up Cindy's leash and grabbed her shoulders when she was next to him.

  He looked her in the eyes. There was a wicked gleam in his eyes. "The safeword is 'yellow'," he said, which was his way of saying they were about to play.

  "Yellow," Cindy repeated, not very enthusiastically. She did not want to play. She was hot for biz.