by Darkscribe
It contained sheer stockings, so fine as to almost float off her hand. She carefully rolled the first, and slid it onto her left leg. After repeating the actions with her right, she stood and padded over to the mirror. At the last second she remembered the instructions, and let her gown slip to the floor. She looked at the way the stockings gave a different dimension to her legs, the ornate tops stopping in a line just below her pussy, seeming to delineate her femininity. She turned, first one way then the other, and liked the effect.
Moving back to the bed she opened parcel 2, and within found pale ivory French knickers, and whistled when she saw the label. Going back to the mirror she slipped the underwear on, and then looked at her reflection. The knickers were a perfect fit, accentuating her hips and waist, and drawing the eye down to her legs.
“How the fuck does he know my size?”
This was said out loud, and her hand went to her mouth as though she may be overheard. She backed to the bed, watching herself in the mirror, and reached behind her for parcel number 3. The short black A-line skirt barely came below her stocking tops, and her eyebrow arched at the image in the mirror.
“I look like a hooker,” she mumbled.
Parcel number 4 revealed a satin blouse, pale ivory again, that after she had buttoned and turned to the mirror, made her breath catch in her throat. Her nipples were clearly visible, dark under the material, and the cool movement of the satin had made them swell and ease out into oh-so-obvious points.
She walked slowly towards the mirror, her eyes fixed on the way her breasts moved under the blouse, her lips parting as she watched her nipples rise and harden as she looked. Her lower lip slipped between her teeth as a tingle moved from her lower back and settled deep within her pelvis.
“Bloody hell, I’m on heat!” she sighed.
Checking the time she moved into the lounge and knelt upon the single cushion. Opening parcel No. 2 she found a vibrator unlike any she had seen before. It was purple, made from a pliable soft substance, but was shaped like a distorted “C” or “U”, with ridges along the inside edge of one of the arms. With a raised eyebrow, she placed it in front of her, and reached for parcel 3. This revealed a small flogger, made from leather as soft as suede, about two feet long including the 9 tails. The corner of her mouth twitched as this joined the vibrator.
Her hands fumbled with parcel 4. This contained two straps with a shackle point at one end, and some kind of fixing in the middle; puzzled she put them down and reached for the penultimate package. The wrist cuffs inside were self-explanatory, but the fixing on them explained the other straps; these would fix her wrists to the straps…
Parcel 6 held a blindfold, similar to a sleeping mask, and more instructions.
“You will wrap the longer straps around your thighs, the cuffs will attach to these and then to your wrists. At 08:25 pm exactly you will go and put the front door on the latch, return to the cushion, slide the mask over your eyes, then move your wrists up and attach them to the straps on your thighs.
You will then wait.”
She looked at the clock. “Omigod…” The time was 08:27 pm!
She jumped up, rushed to the door, set the latch so the door was open, hustled back to the cushion, knelt, put the mask on, and, a lot easier than she thought it would be, attached the wrist cuffs to the thigh straps. Her heart was pounding, and she tried to control her breathing as she waited quietly in the dark.
“Oh God!” she thought, “what if he doesn’t come… or… or a stranger should come to the door, find it open, and walks in?”
She was starting to get into a state of panic when she heard a noise. She froze, and then came the unmistakable sound of the latch being dropped on the front door.
Someone had locked it. From the inside…
She tensed as footsteps came from the hall and into the lounge, and the air moved around her as they passed, leaving behind the smell of expensive aftershave and cigars… then the chair opposite her creaked quietly.
She knelt there for what seemed ages, then in a quivering voice:
“Sir?”
Nothing. No reply. She was just about to ask again when the creak sounded again, and the air moved, the smells returned… and a hand slid up her thigh, fingers lifted the edge of her knickers… and slid oh so gently across her clit, opened her lips, and circled her opening… stopped.
The chair creaked… silence again.
Her breathing was ragged, her heart rate through the roof, the blood rushing in her ears made it impossible to tell if he had moved again. She turned her head from side to side, trying to get a fix on where he was… and then he spoke.
“Good evening My little one.”
His voice was a quiet rumble, and came from close… behind her.
“Ssssir!” she stammered, relief washing over her, at least it was him.
“You truly are beautiful My Angel.”
His voice covered the movement of air, but the scent gave Him away, he was a lot closer now.
His hand stroked her right nipple through the material, and she gasped as she felt it stiffen painfully under the touch. His other hand slipped between her buttocks, and started to stroke her pussy through the knickers, pressing firmly, then gently, and she was shocked when she realised she was rocking with the movement, making it easier for his fingers to slide over the material. His lips brushed against her ear.
“My little Angel,” he rumbled, “if you come, and I have not given you permission, then I will do things to you that will make you unable to walk for at least a week. Do all that is asked of you, without complaint, and I give you my word you will not regret it.”
She had stiffened at the quiet threat, and had nodded rapidly at his final comment.
“Sir, I will do all that you ask if only you…”
She did not get the chance to finish. He had moved so quickly the first she knew of the impending action was a swish in the air just before the flogger landed a sharp blow across her breasts. She squealed in shock and pain. His mouth was against her ear again, and again he rumbled quietly.
“I did not say you could talk.”
She whimpered quietly, her nipples were stinging but still painfully hard, aware he was now back in the chair and all was silent.
“You have just learnt a lesson My Angel. Pleasure can be yours but it comes at a price if you act or talk without permission. I told you when we spoke last night that if you go ahead with this, then I will not be denied. I came here tonight, you have prepared yourself beautifully, and you have shown you are willing by being where you are. So now what is to be will be!
Tonight you are mine.”
The chair creaked once more, and she felt the fold of what was some kind of coat brush against her shoulders. He was standing in front of her, very close. A hand lifted her chin, tilting her head back, the thumb brushing lightly across her lower lip.
“You have a beautiful mouth Angel, I have looked forward to having it for my use.”
His thumb went back to her chin, and something else pressed against her lip, hard and warm and much larger. As her brain registered exactly what it was, he must have underhanded the flogger, as it whipped across her breasts again, the pain making her yelp, and as soon as her mouth had opened, he was inside it, his hard cock pressing her tongue down, her yelp turning into a moan as he rested nearly at the back of her throat. She fought the gag reflex, and it brought a chuckle from him as her throat and tongue worked to keep air going into her lungs. She drew breath through her nose and relaxed a little, her whole body quivering again. His hand moved to the back of her neck, taking a fistful of hair close to the skin.
He pulled her head backwards and forwards, the saliva building in her mouth, making her splutter as he fucked her mouth in slow steady movements. She could feel him swell.
“Please come… please come,” she chanted in her mind, aware that he was getting dangerously close to the back of her throat, and she was scared he would asphyxiate her and leave her on the
floor, his juices trickling out of her open mouth.
He stopped suddenly, withdrawing from her, but letting himself rest again on her lower lip.
“Lick me clean,” he whispered.
Her tongue snaked out over his glans; she was almost feverish in her actions and glad he was going to let her continue to breathe at least for a while longer.
His cock moved from her reach, and the hand on the back of her neck lifted and brought her forward, making her tip over, the fulcrum action meaning her face was lowered to the floor onto the cushions she had placed earlier, her ass raised into the air. Her thighs started to shake as she pictured in her mind how vulnerable she was in that position.
That picture disappeared completely when she felt hands on her thighs.
Small hands. Soft hands. Hands with long rounded nails.
“Oh please Sir,” she blurted, “you said nothing about thi…”
The blow from the flogger, across her ass cheeks and down around her pussy stopped the words in her mouth. She felt her thighs being parted wider…
As DL was still holding her by the neck, she couldn’t move. Her breath was taken by the woman behind licking the length of her pussy, her tongue spreading the lips to allow it to delve inside her, lapping at the juices.
She moaned loudly. He didn’t use trickery this time; he lifted her head and just slapped her cheek hard, then forced himself over her lips and into her mouth. He pushed harder, deeper, Nicole gagging against him, held tight at both ends, she was at the mercy of these people, the man fucking her face hard, the woman behind nibbling sharply on her clit… she choked and writhed, but was helpless.
The woman behind her moved away, then returned, and she heard a faint buzzing. Her shattered thoughts pictured the strange vibrator and she moaned against the hard cock sliding deep into her mouth. The woman behind spread her pussy wide, and then slowly inserted the object, one arm of it sliding inside, the other going tight against her clit.
Instead of a backwards and forwards motion she started to rock it, so that alternatively her clit was under a smooth pad, and her G spot rubbed by the ridges on the part inside her. Nicole’s thighs started to tremble, and her stomach turned to liquid fire as the vibrator caressed her in a way she had never experienced. Her mind went, and she became animal, her body moving involuntarily with the rhythm of the things happening to her, a keening noise coming from her throat as she started to lose control…
She barely felt the swish of air… but she heard the crack as the flogger impacted somewhere behind her, a yelp coming from the woman.
“Stop you little fool!”
The man could barely contain the anger in his voice.
“You would have made her come, and she was in no position to ask…”
He withdrew from her mouth, a trail of saliva falling down her chin… and Nicole lay there, panting… shaking her head.
“Please no… please Sir… don’t stop… let me come… oh god let me come…”
She felt herself lifted, turned over onto her back, the cushions under her hips, raising her up and open. Her wrists were released from the cuffs, but her arms were dragged upwards, and she felt a warm body press down onto her forearms, felt the soft moistness of the woman’s pussy press against her, holding them in place.
Her thighs were spread wide by the larger hands of the man, and as he moved over her, she felt the tip of his cock move along her slit, and then he was in her… deep. She arched, the keening starting again, as he began long deep thrusts, taking her, using her body for his pleasure.
Soft fingers removed the blindfold, and she looked up into the face of a young blonde girl, probably not more than 20, who smiled at her as she fingered herself just above Nicole’s head.
She lowered her eyes, and was transfixed by the face she saw. The light was very dim, but the dark eyes bored into her the same way as his body was taking her, they went straight to her soul.
”Sir,” she gasped “please Sir… let me come… I can’t take any more… I have to… I can’t hold it back… pleeeaaassseee!”
His face moved to within an inch of hers.
“Remember what I told you at the very beginning, until I say you can, you will wait… this is now my time.”
He then began to throw himself into her, battering her down into the cushions, his face not moving from hers, literally raping her into oblivion. Her head went back, her mouth open in a silent scream, her neck straining as her head moved from side to side. In time with his thrusts she silently mouthed:
“Please… please… please… please…”
She felt her insides melt, her hips opened and she gave herself to him, wanting him to break her, fuck her to death. He was grunting now, pounding her, and then his mouth was beside her ear… and he quietly spoke the word she would have sold her soul for:
“Now!”
The air rushed from her lungs as she bucked beneath him… the wail from her throat gaining intensity as every part of her body exploded into orgasm and the world went black…
As she lay there on his chest, she looked around the room for the girl, but she had gone before she came round.
“I don’t even know her name,” thought Nicole, “and come to think about it,” she looked at the man, still and quiet, “I know nothing about Him at all…”
*
He had left in the early hours, after carrying her upstairs and fussing over her whilst putting her to bed. Now, just before midday, Nicole sat on the end of her bed looking at herself in the mirror. Her eyes resembled a Panda (admittedly one that had been right royally fucked), and her hair was wild. Her lower lip was swollen, but she actually liked its “poutiness”. Her throat was sore, her pussy was sore, her arms and legs ached, but she was smiling at the image. She groaned herself upright and walked to the dressing table, which caused a tickly feeling on the inside of her thigh, that turned out to be DL’s juices leaking from her. She casually wiped her inner thigh with her hand, raised the sticky fingers to her face, and contemplated the night before. Sitting at the dresser, she leant forward and spoke to herself in the mirror.
“Well girl, you asked for it!!”
She chuckled at her own wickedness.
Nicole felt light inside, satisfied, and she knew that this had been a long time in waiting. She was humming quietly to herself while trying to tame her long curly hair into some kind of order, her mind replaying little details of their encounter.
“Thank you My Lord,” she laughed, “for giving me what I deserved and oh-so badly needed!”
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CHAPTER 3
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Not long after their initial encounter, Nicole had dared suggest they might go for dinner to acquaint themselves as people outside of the chat room. DL had typed his agreement and gave her the option of choosing the destination.
“Pick somewhere you wish to go My lady, somewhere you have not visited before, and I shall make it happen.”
She sat in front of her dressing table a week later, fussing again with her hair, and scrutinising her appearance. Was the top too revealing? The skirt too short? Her make-up too heavy? All these problems disappeared when the door bell rang. On trembling legs she descended the stairs and opened the door.
“Hello My lord,” she said softly.
He reached forward and pulled her close to him. He looked her over closely, his eyes resting on hers as he said:
“You look beautiful lady, but tonight you may call Me by My given name whilst we are in public, but when alone you will refer to Me correctly, is that understood?”
“Yes My Lord,” she returned his gaze, “thank You.”
He smiled at her:
“Then come lady, your chariot waits!”
The large dark car filled her driveway, and DL went to the passenger door and opened it with an easy movement. She slid into the seat, in doing so she caught a glimpse of his eyes taking in her thighs, as the short dress came close to being revealing. He closed the door and walked arou
nd the front, letting himself into the driver’s seat. He gunned the big engine and reversed quickly onto the road. Without looking at her, he spoke quietly:
“I fancy an aperitif My lady, any objections?”
She glanced at him:
“None My Lord, as you wish!”
She saw a faint smile pass over his lips and his hand moved down to the side of her seat. There was a quiet whirring and the back of the seat started to recline, taking her to just below the level of the window.
Her breathing quickened sharply when her growled at her…
“Remove your knickers!”
Biting back a complaint she lifted her hips and wiggled carefully out of her silk panties.
“Great!” she mumbled to herself, “they cost a bloody fortune and they’ve only been on an hour!”
The sting of his palm on her thigh made her yelp loudly.
“You have a problem lady?”
“N-no My Lord!”
He laughed.
“Good, ease that little skirt up, and open your thighs.”
She did as he asked; glancing nervously out of the window of the car, feeling exposed as it was not quite dark yet.
“Now,” he instructed, “make yourself wet for Me, play with yourself, I want to taste your juices.”
She slid her fingers between her legs, using her middle finger to start rubbing over her clit, instantly feeling a tingle start in her belly as she pressed a little harder. Her eyes closed, and she felt her hips start to move in time with the strokes, as she quickly became lost in her task. Another stinging slap brought her to her senses.
“You don’t have time to enjoy it My little slut, we are nearly there. Cover your fingers in your juice and offer them to Me!”
She slipped two fingers inside herself, moved them around, then brought them out and up towards his face. He leaned to his left and took them into his mouth, using his tongue to clean them. His hand dropped again to the side of her seat and the motors raised her back to a sitting position.
“Now tidy yourself up My little whore, we have arrived.”