Jessica Visits The Thirteenth Floor · Part 2 (2/2)
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Once the top was done, Jessica opened her eyes again. In the mirror, she could see that the dull gloss of the rubber had been transformed with an amazing shine, that made her chest seem even more impressive than before. But Darla wasn't done yet – the cloth had migrated down to Jessica's hip, and had begun long stroking motions in line with the pleats. The feel of the loose latex folds caressing her skin was incredible and an entirely new feeling for her. As Darla moved around and repeated the motions on her ass, she felt herself leaning into the strokes. But that was nothing compared to how it felt when Darla reached around to the front polish the final few pleats of the skirt.
The cloth was lovingly pressed into her body, and the rubber pleats were pushed firmly over her mound. The second and third strokes brought the latex up against her clit, and she realised she was already pretty wet down there. The friction of the rubber against her most sensitive areas was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt, and the stroking brought from her an involuntary moan. Just when she thought that she was going to melt, Darla pulled away, taking the wonderful, wonderful cloth with her. It took all of Jessica's self control not to grab for it to bring it back.
"So," Darla announced in a crisp tone, as if she hadn't just had her hands on Jessica's intimate places, "I give you marks for sexiness, and for being brave enough to go without underwear. But I'll have to deduct marks for sloppiness of presentation. Were we dithering over all of the wonderfully different outfits?" Jessica looked a little sheepish, and nodded. "I thought so. Well, I suppose it's to be expected, for a first timer it's perhaps a little overwhelming." More nodding. "Right then, we shall see if we can't do better with our next task."
With that, Jessica was taken by the hand and again firmly led back to the corridor. Her pace improved as she got used to the heels, but she still felt like she was within an inch of falling over.
Time in the Chair The door through which Jessica was lead had a moon symbol in brass mounted above the door. She didn't know what that meant, but Darla didn't leave her a lot of time to ponder it. Through the door and into the room. While Darla closed the door behind them, Jessica was left to appreciate the centrepiece of the room – a large, black leather reclining chair, festooned with straps, more than she can readily count.
"Impressive, isn't it." It wasn't really a question. Jessica was being moved towards the chair, not being pushed, but Darla's hand on her back left no doubt as to her intention, and it was clear that failure to comply wasn't an option. Jessica wasn't sure that the chair wasn't a step further than she was quite comfortable with yet, but Darla had her sat in it before she could figure out how to vocalise the thought. The cool leather was a shock on her bare flesh, but it quickly faded with the heat of her skin. "Uh, I'm not…" She tried to sit up, Darla's hand on the bare flesh of her chest gently and firmly held her in place and returned her to the reclined position. But the worried look on her face prompted Darla to reassure her.
"Don't worry my dear. The chair might look extreme, but it's really not. I could start you out with a pair of handcuffs or tie your wrists with some rope, and it would be less extreme but you wouldn't enjoy it nearly so much. The straps here are far more comfortable than a pair of handcuffs will ever be." At this, she reached around Jessica's middle, retrieved a large flat strap and laid it over her chest. While fastening the buckle, she continued in her reassuring tone, "plus, the essence of our sort of kinky fun is helplessness. I promise you, when I'm done with you, you'll be utterly helpless, and loving every minute of it."
Jessica wasn't entirely put at ease, but by this point her chest had been securely fastened to the chair, and sitting up was no longer an option. Besides, the mischievous smile on Darla's face was infectious, and she couldn't quite get the memory of the cloth pressing the rubber against her clit from her mind. At this point she made the decision to give up her fate to this deliciously bossy woman, and let Darla take her wherever she liked.
The change in attitude must have been visible in her expression. "I can tell you see things my way," Darla smirked, looking like the cat that had just got the cream, "so let's get you properly strapped in tight. I want you with just enough room to struggle, but no chance of getting away." And with that, she went about securing the remainder of the straps. Jessica looked down at the strap across her chest; the pressure on her breasts made them stick out even more than was achieved just by the tight bustier itself. As Darla worked way around the chair, Jessica's feelings of helplessness were only reinforced. Straps around her upper arms and wrists pinned her arms to the chair's.
Below her waist, individual straps for each leg at the thighs and ankles held her legs tightly against the chair, and opened her crotch up to leave her feeling very vulnerable. The pleats of the skirt draped down over her mound, but as she wriggled in her bonds to test their give, she knew that she was no longer able to close her legs.
Darla, now at the feet of the chair, took the opportunity to watch Jessica wriggling, clearly savouring her captive's struggles. After a moment of that, she headed back up to the top of the chair, tracing a line along Jessica's bare legs, flicking up the pleats of her skirt before continuing up her stomach and chest, and lingering at her neck. Bringing her face close to Jessica's ear, she whispered, "Feeling helpless yet?"
Her sexy voice and hot breath in Jessica's ear triggered a hot flush. Jessica was all too aware of how wet she was now, and was convinced that it would soon start trickling down onto the leather of the chair, which had so quickly warmed to her flesh. She nodded slightly, and Darla took the opportunity to lean in and plant a hot wet kiss on her neck, then another, then another. All up and down Jessica's neck she kissed and licked. Jessica was lost in a red haze of passion, so when final leather strap closed around her neck she barely felt it. Carefully, tenderly Darla tightened and buckled it in place. For some reason, the strap around the neck was more significant than the others.
She had been helpless before, unable to escape or even move. But the feel of the collar around her neck, the soft, worn leather that fitted closely against her skin, felt like proper helplessness. She only had to move a tiny amount to feel it pressing against her. By now she was sure that her wetness was a regular torrent, and she no longer cared.
Darla's hand drifted back down her body again, checking the straps, adjusting where necessary. They lingered on her breasts, pushing and massaging them. Finally, they made it to her crotch, and caressed Jessica's thighs beyond the reach of the skirt. Then it returned to her pussy proper, and pressed in firmly. Again the feel of the rubber skirt rubbing against her clit was enough to send Jessica whirling into a fog of lust. Up and down the questing fingers slid, driving her further and further towards the edge. When she'd played with herself on her own before she'd never felt sensations this intense.
Even compared to a rabbit vibrator pressed in just the right spot, this was orders of magnitude more pleasurable. All the more so from the fact that she was at the mercy of this incredible dominatrix, who could do anything with Jessica that she pleased. That thought in itself was enough to bring Jessica right to the edge, and she could feel her body tensing up in anticipation, when the fingers were abruptly and unceremoniously withdrawn.
"Aaaarghh, nooooooo," Jessica whined, "please, oh please don't stop!"
"Oh no no my dear," Darla crooned, "part of being helpless is not being able to decide when you get to cum."
"Nooooooo, please, please." Jessica could feel the tide ebbing slowly away and her body retreating from the precipice, when all she wanted in the whole world was to go crashing over it as fast as possible.
"Less of the backchat I think, we've only just gotten started." Darla re-appeared by Jessica's head, holding a large red ball on a leather strap. Before Jessica could react, the ball was being firmly pushed between her teeth, and was very quickly secured behind her head.
"Ach leeaaash!" Jessica knew it was useless now, and complaining was now no more an option than scratching her nose.
"Don't you worry, your time will come, but not until I say." Jessica huffed petulantly around the gag. "And if you're good, and don't make huffy noises like that, then it will come sooner." She didn't need to add the unspoken rider about how long it might be before Jessica would be satisfied if she kept acting up, and so Jessica decided it was time to be good.
But despite being quiet the desired stroking didn't return. Instead, Darla busied herself just out of Jessica's view, opening drawers and cupboards by the sound of it. By the time she re-appeared in view, Jessica's breathing had slowed down a lot, and she could think more clearly about her predicament.
"Feeling a little calmer are we?" To this, a nod from Jessica. "Good, good." Darla brandished what she'd been hiding behind her back, with a Machiavellian glint in her eye and a big grin on her face; a long white plastic object that Jessica recognised as a Hitachi wand vibrator. The extension cord that lead away behind Jessica must have been what was occupying Darla's attention. Approaching the chair again, Darla held the wand up over her captive's crotch, and with the other hand set to stroking again. "Ready for round two? Are you going to be good this time?" Furious nodding from Jessica reminded her that her neck was still held firmly by the chair's leather embrace. "Then perhaps we'll let you cum this time." Another big grin from Darla.
Teasing The application of the business end of the wand to Jessica's mound brought forth a long, animal moan from behind her gag. Darla had been right – she was now helpless, and loving every minute of it. As Darla expertly maneuvered the vibrating head back and forth across the pleats of the latex skirt, Jessica's body involuntarily stiffened and her limbs stretched out, testing the trivial amount of give in the leather straps. Not that Jessica was consciously trying to get free, she wasn't consciously trying to do anything. The red fog of lust had descended on her, and she was lost to wave after wave of the feelings emenating from her crotch.
Darla was in full control of Jessica's pleasure now, the wand in her hand wielded as deftly as an artist wields a brush; a stroke here, and light touch there, and occasionally holding it firm and close to her captive's clit. These last were accompanied by shudders of pleasure which racked Jessica's body. Her eyes were closed tight as she focused entirely inwards on the sensations, more intense than any orgasm she'd had in the past, and yet she knew that these weren't orgasms at all, just fore-runners, shadows of the sensation that was inexorably building inside her.
On and on it went, never pausing for more than a few seconds, never giving her a chance to catch her breath. Her chest, straining against the straps which held her breasts tightly between them, heaved with the effort of supplying enough air to her head to keep her conscious. On and on, it built and built within her, until she really started to believe that she might burst with the pressure of it all. Darla too seemed to sense this threshold, and shifted from her deliberate teasing into a higher gear. And with that, the swirling vortex of sensations that was all that Jessica was aware of transformed into a mind-altering, earth-shattering climax. Every muscle in her body tensed and strained against the restraints as she screamed into the gag with all her mights. Darla, undeterred, held the vibrating monster tightly against Jessica's pussy, which was squirming around like a cat.
On and on the orgasm went, wave after wave just as intense as the first. She ran out of breath for screaming, as her body fought for more air for breathing, but she couldn't stop moaning into the gag as she gasped for oxygen. She certainly didn't have enough rational capacity left to count the orgasms that ran together, but she knew there had been at least a dozen. But as she felt the waves start to subside, her body and mind finally threw up their hands in exasperation, and she blacked out.
Coming Around The warm, soft, reddish light from the mounting on the wall was the first thing she became aware of, when she finally regained consciousness. She struggled to focus on it, her eyes, like the rest of her, were feeling sluggish and slow to respond. Muscles she didn't know she had were aching and protesting, so she remained motionless while her mind attempted to return to the here and now. While she was still struggling to figure out where she was and what was happening, Darla's head swam into view. With the same mischevious grin as before, she leaned in close and draped herself over Jessica's chest, resting her chin on her hands, which were in turn resting over Jessica's breasts. The intense stare was also back.
"Well then, I think you did much better on your second task, don't you? I hope you enjoyed that."
As Jessica tried to reply, she realised that her mouth was still filled with the large, red ball-gag; and as she craned her head downwards to meet Darla's stare, she realised that the neck strap was still in place as well. All of the other straps had been removed, but her hands were underneath her back slightly, and with Darla's weight on top of her, were effectively pinned there.
"You were out for quite a while there – I almost thought I'd gone too far with the teasing! But then I thought – no, you can never go too far with teasing." At this, she raised herself from Jessica's chest. "So while you were out, I thought I'd take some liberties and get you ready for stage 3 of your night's entertainment. I hope you don't mind?" Her right hand moved down to Jessica's crotch, and slipped underneath the pleats of the skirt to cup her pussy firmly. As she did, Jessica knew there was something different: she shifted slightly with the pressure and felt something move inside her. No, not just something, some things!
Her eyes widened in shock as she realised what Darla had been up to while she was unconscious, and Darla raised up the skirt to let her see. Sure enough, her pussy was no longer bare, but covered with a slick red rubber coating to match the rest of her outfit. Without needing to be told, Jessica knew what was attached to those red rubber panties, not just a rubber dildo for her pussy, but a plug for her ass too. She could feel them squishing around inside her, slippery with lubricant. She'd never had anything other than a finger inside her rear before, and that was just brief self-experimentation. This was far more than she could bear.
She started mumbling into her gag and shaking her head frantically at Darla.
"Oh good, that's alright then." Darla stood up, and tugged on the chain attached to what Jessica now realised was a collar, not the strap from the chair. "Let's move onto the next room!"
Jessica Visits The Thirteenth Floor · Part 2 (2/2)
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