Lady in Bondage

by Powerone

  She sucked in her breath when she felt his hand move between her legs, her legs parting willingly, groaning softly as his finger found the soft petals of her sex, pushing apart her lips until he found her warm insides. Her hips began to move with the finger that rubbed her, up and down, his finger thick, like a small prick. She struggled to contain her lust, not wanting Lord Michael to see how much she was aroused while bound, afraid of where it may lead. She looked into his eyes, ashamed that her body was responding in such a provocative way, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that began to wash over her body. His fingers left her, her eyes pleading for them to return. She turned her head as he moved behind her, losing sight of him as he kneeled down at her feet. She shivered in fear as she felt the rope again, this time his fingers wrapping the rope around each slim ankle, his fingers drawing it tight, making her feel his power over her. She had no choice, her leg spread out until she felt her ankle hitting the side of the door frame, with a gentle tug, Lord Michael released her ankle. She tugged, finding it securely pinned to the wood frame. “Nooo,” she cried softly as she felt her other leg being tugged until her sex split open, Lord Michael's hands opening her thighs until she found her other leg tied securely to the other side of the door frame. His hands slid up and down her calves, Charlotte blushing as she knew the view her spread eagle legs were affording Lord Michael, the petals of her sex pulled open by the exaggerated spread.

  A pair of firm alabaster thighs were spread before Lord Michael, his eyes drawn higher up to the black fleece that contrasted so sharply with her white skin. He saw her thigh muscles tighten, attempting to hide her treasures from his view, the rope preventing even a token resistance. His eyes moved up to the twin taut cheeks, the rosy skin, soft and delicate. The sharp cleft of her crack was barely visible, Lady Charlotte foolishly clenching her cheeks to hide her treasure from his gaze. She would soon have to worry too much about the spanking to clench her cheeks, leaving her dark hole exposed. His finger trailed along her crack, feeling her trembling muscles clench tight, his finger picking up the moisture as she strained to stop his fondling. He saw tiny goose bumps appear on her satiny skin. He slapped her right cheek, not very hard, more noisy then painful, Lady Charlotte jerking in sudden shock at being spanked.

  It was terrible, Charlotte was able to feel his hot breath on her backside, his finger taking liberties, her cheeks clenched tightly together in defiance to him. It stung, but it wasn't the pain that bothered her, but the humiliation. Lord Michael had spanked her as if she were an errant schoolgirl. His hand rubbed over the injured spot, Charlotte's body tense as his hand left her cheek. The loud report rang out in the room as his palm slapped harshly on her other cheek, returning to gently caress her injured flesh as if someone else had spanked her. For long minutes he subjected her to the humiliating treatment, spanking her flesh until it stung, each time caressing her until she relaxed her guard, his hand returning to spank her again.

  He could feel the heat in her cheeks, alternating his spanks to reach lower down on the soft skin of her upper thighs where it joined the gentle swell of her buttocks. The skin began to turn a bright red, Michael almost able to discern his palm print on her tender flesh. He moved closer, planting a wet, warm kiss on the upper hemisphere of her right cheek, feeling her tighten her cheeks from his unwelcome intimate kiss. His tongue moved all over her firm cheek, Lady Charlotte's hips moving from side to side, trying to evade his searching tongue as it left a warm trail of saliva over her blistered flesh. He slapped her tender inner thigh, a sharp cry from Lady Charlotte's lips. “Relax your cheeks. Let me have my way with you.” Another sharp slap to her other inner thigh and she surrendered, Michael feeling the muscles of her cheeks relax.

  It hurt badly when he slapped her thigh, not the light touch of the spanking on her firm flesh, but a powerful blow to her most sensitive skin. After the second reminder she surrendered, her cheeks parting, his fingers beginning to explore her most intimate body. It was strange and exciting, feeling his hot breath blowing so intimately on her backside, his fingers tugging on her cleft until she could feel her tiny bumhole exposed. She began to clench her cheeks when she felt his tongue returning, his hand moving down to touch her thigh making her unclench them, leaving her open and exposed to the searching tongue. She felt the cool air blowing on the wet trail his tongue left, moving up her crack, crying out when she felt the obscene touch of his hot, wet tongue on her tiny back hole. “NNNOOO!” She protested, but dared not clench her cheeks in defiance, her verbal protest doing little to stop his intimate touch. Her bumhole went into a series of uncontrollable clenching as his tongue fluttered over her tiny hole. It was terrible, Charlotte fighting the feelings that raced through her body.

  Lord Michael gazed lustily at her bottom, his fingers yawning apart her cheeks to reveal the tiny, wrinkled hole, surrounded by pale blue veins that looked like a leaf. His finger circled the tiny hole, feeling the spasms from his unwelcome touch. His tongue began to taste her bottom, enjoying the slightly tart treat to his tongue, mixed with the salt of her sweat. His tongue stood out rigid as he pressed it against the elastic opening, teasing and probing the tightly clenching hole until it gave in to his oral assault, his tongue suddenly plunging into her rectum. Her body jerked, his hands holding her hips tightly as his tongue fluttered inside her anus. The dark little dimple tightened with apprehension as if it were gripping his tongue to keep it from leaving her hole.

  She couldn't believe that Lord Michael was doing such a dirty thing, but the hot, wet tongue in her backside moved around lavishly like a tiny prick. She couldn't control her own muscles, clenching and unclenching on the wet flesh. He finally pulled his tongue out, but he began to bite gently all over her cheeks until she squirmed.

  Lord Michael stood in front of her, his lips still wet with saliva. He kissed her, making her kiss the lips that were just sealed over her anus. He finally released her lips, picking up the birch rod. The look on her face was priceless, Lady Charlotte unable to utter a word. His fingers fondled the weapon sensuously. “The instrument must not be too formidable, nor too slight. It needs to hurt as much as possible without cutting or wounding the flesh.” He saw the terror in her eyes as he bent the supple rod. “For such an adult bottom as yours Lady Charlotte, the birch twig should be mature, ten or twelve twigs bound together.” His hand held the rod at the base, black velvet soft to his palm, making it easier to clutch. His hand swung the rod, the sharp whistling filling Lady Charlotte's eyes with fear.

  "Please Lord Michael, don't use that on me,” she cried out like a schoolgirl. Here she was stripped naked and bound, unable to defend herself. With her legs spread so wide she feared where the rod would visit. Is this what he did to Anna? She only hoped that Lord Michael would lose interest in Anna, his lust sated on her body. But she hadn't expected this treatment, expecting his lust to be taken out on her body sexually, not punishment.

  From the rear Lord Michael gazed lustily at the firm, broad cheeks of Lady Charlotte's bottom stretched wide apart by her spread eagle legs. Her cheeks and the broad crease still glistened from his saliva. Lord Michael brought the birch rod across the pale curves of Lady Charlotte's backside with a resounding thud. It only took seconds before she gasped in pain, his hand only tapping her lightly. He struck her again, catching her just under the cheek, the rod slashing across the tender flesh where it joined her thighs. Her gasp of pain was louder, her buttocks blushing a darker red where the rod had harshly touched the supple skin. Lord Michael continued to lash the rod over her cheeks, each time harder, the flesh turning a deep red where the rod struck, her buttocks contorting and twisting wildly in an erotic dance that exposed her red slit to his eyes and the dark hole nestled between her clenching cheeks. Lady Charlotte's body was trembling, muffled cries coming from her lips. Yet she never begged for him to stop. Lord Michael's hand slid down over her broad buttocks, feeling her flinch as his fingers ignited the dark lines that graced her white cheeks. Not even when his finger slid between
her cheeks again did she protest, his finger rubbing over her tiny rosebud, still slick from his tongue. He pushed hard with his finger, feeling her body fighting the intrusion until she finally gave up, his finger entering her rectum up to the first joint, Lady Charlotte grunting in pain. He twisted his finger in her hot, tight hole, enjoying the way her muscles involuntarily tried to expel his finger. She would bring much pleasure to his prick when he finally sodomized her. He pushed harder, over half of his finger buried in her backside, Lord Michael enjoying her submission, Lady Charlotte only grunting in pain as his finger dug deeper into her back passage.

  The birch rod was bad enough, tearing her skin while she bit her lips to keep from screaming out too loud, afraid of scaring the girls. Lord Michael was relentless, the rod moving up and down each of her cheeks until her buttocks glowed from the heat of the rod. His hand became gentle again, caressing her cheeks as if he was not the one that had inflicted the terrible pain. She could only keep her cheeks relaxed, afraid he would begin again with the rod if she protested. The finger rubbed salaciously up and down her delicate crack, gathering up the moisture until his finger was pushed hard against her tiny wrinkled opening. She could feel his pulse in the tip of his finger as it pushed against her resisting opening, the gradual spreading of her anal ring radiating to her brain. Charlotte gave out a sharp cry as her rear muscles yielded to his thick finger, her anal ring burning as it stretched over the knuckle of his penetrating finger. It felt uncomfortable to be entered in such a place, but she knew that it would do little good to protest his fingering of her backside. She could only grunt and groan as his finger pushed harshly against the muscles in her backside that tried to force the finger out.

  Lord Michael pulled his finger out of her backside as quickly as he had thrust it in, his eyes devouring the tiny hole as it shrank back down, the dark hole sealed from his eyes. He teased his finger over the wrinkled opening, enjoying the way her muscles clenched and unclenched uncontrollably from his rude prodding. Still no words of protest came from her lips except for occasional groans. “Such a tight and inviting hole Lady Charlotte,” Lord Michael teased her. “I imagine by its tightness that no man has ever invaded it before with his prick.” Lord Michael would enjoy taking her virgin bottom.

  "It's a despicable thing that you do to me,” Lady Charlotte finally voicing her disapproval to the acts Lord Michael was committing on her naked, bound body. She only hoped that he didn't do the same things to Anna, sure that she would not be able to handle such invasions to her body.

  "We'll see if you like it any better on your front,” picking up a new birch rod, admiring her heaving bosom, the tips still hard and pointed in spite of her protests. Lord Michael's fingers played with the erect tips, feeling her chest thrust out in encouragement to his pinching fingers. They swelled to his touch, his fingertip slapping hard back and forth over the hardened buds, her breasts bouncing gently from the harsh touch. He stood back, gauging the distance and swung the birch rod. He saw the look in her eyes as they followed the arc of the rod, swishing through the dense air to slash the upthrust tips with such precision. Her breasts rolled on her chest as the rod beat the erect tips.

  "EEEHH,” Lady Charlotte screaming out in pain, biting her lip as she tried to contain the pain that raced through her chest. Her nipples felt on fire, her eyes looking down to see if they were bleeding, the blood pounding painfully in the swollen tips. She couldn't believe it. Not only were they not bleeding, but they had grown to twice their size, a deep red cap on her alabaster flesh. She barely had time to contemplate the situation when Lord Michael lashed the tips again, this time from left to right, his aim precise, lashing just beneath the tips on the delicate areolas that encircled the erect tips like large targets. “OOOOWWW,” unable to quench the scream that tore from her lips. The pain laced through her heaving bosom, her generous breasts heaving up and down. The pain raced to her brain, but also between her legs, igniting a strange lust in her wide spread legs. She wished she could clench her thighs tight and extinguish the strange feelings that were bursting in her loins.

  Lord Michael smiled as he lashed her breasts, finally stopping after striking them four times, each pink tip now swollen and red. His head dropped down, one hand cradling the firm flesh, his soft lips slowly engulfing one tip into his mouth. He sucked it hard into his mouth, his tongue waiting to lash back and forth over the erect tip. He heard her moan. His other hand gripped the firm flesh of her other breast, his fingers easily finding the swollen tip, their powerful grip pinching and twisting the battered flesh. He worked over her breasts for five minutes, his mouth alternating from one breast to the other. Her nipples were never neglected, either visited by his mouth and tongue or by the powerful grip of his fingers, stretching and twisting the tip.

  Lady Charlotte had never been worked on so expertly, Lord Michael lavishing such attention on her breasts, Charlotte groaning and moaning as he stimulated them until she felt the increase in vaginal lubrication between her legs from the thrill he was inflicting on her. He pulled back, Lady Charlotte looking down to see her breasts glistening with his saliva, tiny bite marks surrounded each red capped tip from the tiny bites of his teeth. She shivered in fear and arousal as Lord Michael picked up a new birch rod, rubbing the end of it down over her stomach, Lady Charlotte sucking in her gut as it sought the tender area between her thighs. She didn't protest where the rod would strike next, her mind racing to try to imagine what it would feel like. Her juices flooded her thighs. She felt the rough birch rod part her delicate lips, sliding between her slick lips to close tightly around it as if she were trying to possess it. She wished she could close her thighs and ride it to climax, but Lord Michael kept her spread and open to his fondling, moving the rough edge of the birch rod up and down, Lady Charlotte quivering each time she felt the sharp stubble of the branches carved from the shafts. Lord Michael masturbated her with the birch rod until it glistened brightly with her juices.

  Lord Michael pulled the rod from between her legs, the birch twigs stained with her juices, the wood wet and supple. He began to lash the rod across the white skin of her stomach, Lady Charlotte sucking in her stomach as he neared her black fleeced bush. He began to lash her with the rod, starting at her calves and moving up until the birch rod caressed the satiny skin of her delicate thighs, the muscles of her thighs jerking each time the rod bit into her delicate flesh. The rod moved higher up her thighs, seeking out the most delicate skin where her legs joined her body, the vee of her legs. He lashed hard at the skin, a red welt appearing instantly. She was crying out in pain but the dew on her fleece gave away her arousal. The birch rod drew up from the floor, Lord Michael aiming with precise skill, tickling and caressing her soft cunny while Lady Charlotte cried out in indignation. Lord Michael played the rod over her love nest, slapping hard until the rod slipped between her to beat into the delicate, pink flesh of her inner lips.

  While Lady Charlotte had previously been able to stifle her screams of pain, the rod slicing up between her legs to strike her quim elicited a high pitched scream as the harsh rod beat her delicate inner flesh. “AAAGGGHH,” she screamed out. “You're ruining me!” She couldn't believe that Lord Michael had hit her there, in the center of her womanhood. Another lash of the rod in the same spot drew another scream from her lips, confirming his cruelty. He would lash at her thighs, moving close to her womanhood, Lady Charlotte's body jerking in pain as the rod lashed between her lips to strike the heart of her womanhood.

  Her black fleece highlighted the ruby red lips of her cunny, the wide spread of her legs afforded Lord Michael a view of her dark, forbidden hole and the surrounding red flesh of her inner lips. He watched her juices splash from her mound as the rod beat between her puffy lips, striking the tender inner flesh. While she might be in pain, she was also wet, her lips curling around the rod each time it encountered her lips. Her body danced on the rod, her breasts bouncing gently on her chest, her thighs trembling as the rod beat at the white tender flesh. L
ord Michael's prick had thickened, his balls aching for release. He put the rod down, taking off his clothes until his massive prick bounced before Lady Charlotte. He moved closer until the thick, purple helmet of his prick rubbed against her stomach, jerking in pleasure as the head felt her hot, soft skin. His fingers searched out her love nest, finding her wet and hot, two fingers entering her with ease, her insides clenching on the digits lovingly. He withdrew his fingers from her, glistening with her abundant juices, moving up to touch her tickler, finding the hardened bud large and pronounced. Her hips moved back from the unexpected touch, his fingers gripping it harshly to pull her hips forward.

  She couldn't believe the tremors coursing through her body as the rod beat at her flesh. It hurt, but at the same time her thighs would relax, knowing the next blow would slash between her sex, almost begging for the touch of the birch twigs. Her juices gushed with each blow, her insides slick. She wished she had something inside her to quench the lust in her loins. She screamed in pain, but her insides screamed in desire. Finally Lord Michael stopped, stripping off his clothes, Lady Charlotte gazing at the magnificent prick that jutted out in front of her. She felt the hot helmet almost burn her skin, jerking against her in pleasure. She thought she would climax when his fingers latched onto her pleasure button, his powerful fingers gripping it, yanking it and stretching it. She wanted him, feeling him slip around behind her, her mind racing as to where he would stick his thick prick. Would he enter the same hole that his fingers had opened previously? Is that why he probed the virgin hole? Lady Charlotte felt Lord Michael's hand rubbing the thick head up and down her crack from behind, trembling in fear as it rubbed over her wrinkled hole. He pushed it down farther, Lady Charlotte bowing out her thighs to accommodate him, but nothing prepared her for his entrance. She felt her lips pushed back by the massive head, his hips driving forward, his hands on her hips holding her submissively while he impaled her. And impale her he did, driving six of his thick, hot inches into the hot cavern of her womanhood, her insides clenching on the rampaging prick. Luckily she was soaked, her insides pushed aside by the thick prick, Lady Charlotte feeling her insides stretched by the girth of his shaft. She felt so full, his hands on her hips pulling her back onto his prick as if she were a sock, her insides slowly engulfing the jerking prick.