Sock It To Me · Part 2 (2/2)
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She rolled my nipple in her hand causing a lightning bolt of desire to surge through me.
“I like to photograph and video my subjects. There’s a market for attractive gals in your situation and” she rolled my other nipple, “I like to have the graphics for…my own use. As soon as my friend gets here we’ll do some of that!”
Oh, oh! I came down with a crash. Videos? Friend? I didn’t want to hear about either. I was good with being Kaitlynn’s slave, but having the encounter maybe spread all over the internet and, worse, having someone else involved was a big problem!
She sensed from my body language and more likely from my muffled protests that I was not happy.
“Now remember who’s the domme here, sweetie; neither thing is negotiable. I’ll hide your face and make you unidentifiable, but I will have my images. And I think you’ll like Sam!”
Sam? Sam? The guy from the phone call! A guy was coming here? I began to try to get myself off the bed; I’m not sure what I thought that would accomplish, but I had to try. I suddenly wanted to out of this!
She moved quickly to stop me from swinging my legs off the bed.
“No, no, no! I tell when you can move and how! I’m going to have to immobilize you until Sam gets here. And you will need to learn your place!”
I so wanted out of this now! How could I have been so foolish to fall so far into this and to think it was something I wanted?
I tried to avoid her grasp, but she was quick and surprisingly strong. She rolled me onto my belly and jammed my legs against my butt. Somehow jacking my lower body up, she shoved a rope under my thighs and then around my legs at the ankles. I felt her wrapping and cinching the rope leaving me folded at the knees with my heels tightly bound down against my butt. I thrashed about a bit when she left the room to get more rope. She was back quickly and set about ‘immobilizing’ me with intense concentration.
She slipped loops around my chest above and below my breasts. I turned my head and caught our reflection in the mirror. It was like watching a bondage video! Very surreal being the star! She was sliding a doubled rope under the rope that held my feet to my ass. I watched as she ran one end of that rope through the chest loops and then back to my butt. She threaded the tag end through the loop caused by doubling the rope and then drew out the slack once, twice and then again, each time sliding the fulcrum down towards my feet so that she could pull it tighter.
Of course what that was doing was arching me in a most uncomfortable way. The chest ropes tightened and lifted my torso up and away from the mattress. If I were on the floor, she could have rocked me on my belly. I groaned as I tried to adjust to the strain. She paid no attention to my discomfort, busying herself with wrapping a loop around my waist. She captured my arms under that loop and drew my hands to the side of my body securing them there. That cocked my elbows and forced them up and away from my body. She undid the ribbons holding my ponytails and wound a rope through the combined handful of hair. This rope was tied off to my elbows. I was now looking up at the ceiling or at least I was until she used my tie to blindfold me.
I now knew what she meant by immobilizing me. Laying on the softness of the mattress in a tangle of blankets, I could do nothing except flutter my fingers and turn my head slightly. It was excruciatingly tight and yet not painful, but I wouldn’t want to stay like this for long! That was out of my hands and I hoped Kaitlynn was going to pay close attention to me. That was all I could do!
The thought that a man was coming over to my apartment popped back into my mind. I was not in the least interested in having a man touch me. I was not bi and had no interest in penises. All I could do was to hope that I came through this OK and that Kaitlynn would treat me right. It was just a hope, because I didn’t know her from Eve! A pall of despair descended on me as I realized the gravity of the situation I was in. It wasn’t much fun anymore and any sexual spark I had felt was just dead ashes now.
I heard a phone ring and her answer and then I heard my door buzzer being engaged.
A chill spread through me. ‘Sam’ must be here! I heard my apartment door open and close and murmured conversation in the other room.
It went on for several minutes at a volume too low for me to hear.
I heard someone come down the hall. It turned out to be Kaitlynn, who removed my blindfold and untied my hair. It felt delicious to be free of that, but I was not happy. Sam in the house was really bugging me; my anxiety level was high and was all but choking me. There was nothing I could, but wait and see!
Kaitlynn spoke. “Sam? Come in here. Now!”
I cringed and moaned softly, my eyes fixed on the doorway. I heard footsteps and watched intently for a figure to materialize in the doorway.
Relief slammed me like a dam bursting! Sam was a girl! She was tall, maybe 5 foot 9 inches or so, with dark hair cut short to frame a heart-shaped face. She was lean and pretty. Her demeanor was one of caution as she eyed me on the bed. Kaitlynn, still clad only in my socks, walked over to Sam. In her socked feet Kaitlynn’s small stature was readily observable. She was barely over 5 feet, but it was clear that she was in charge.
“Remove your clothes and then get on your knees facing the wall!” I watched in amazement as Sam hurried to comply. She kicked off her unlaced converse sneaks and slid out of her jeans. Her sweater followed and she dropped to her knees and sat with her butt on the back of her legs. She had yet to speak.
Kaitlynn foraged through my sock drawer and pulled out a pair of heavy cotton over-the knee socks, gray in color. She tossed them to Sam and Sam worked them onto her legs. I watched with growing excitement. This was like the world series of sock obsession and bondage. Now that the mystery of who Sam was had been resolved, I was climbing back onto the horn-dog express. I twisted in my ropes to remind myself that I was still so, so tied up and watched Sam settle back into her sitting position.
Kaitlynn knelt beside her and I had a clear view as she began to bind Sam’s arms. Sam had long thin arms and Kaitlynn was able to twist and move her arms so that they were pointing straight up in the middle of her back. Her hands ended up right near her hair line. Kaitlynn quickly arranged and tightened various ropes until Sam was irrevocably bound into what I suddenly recalled was a reverse prayer tie. Sam sat quietly and in no apparent discomfort.
I was churning inside with a fire between my legs that needed to be quenched. This was so damn sexy, all my previous fear and trepidation vanished, as if it never existed. I watched Kaitlynn’s mastery of Sam with a raging need for sexual release!
With a touch and a murmured word Sam turned away from the wall and faced me. Now she engaged me with a look of equal parts submission and desire. I shivered at the hunger in her eyes and felt the same thing in me!
Kaitlynn produced a black fabric hood; apparently, Sam had brought some toys with her because that hood wasn’t mine. Sam pinned me with her eyes until Kaitlynn pulled the hood down obscuring her vision. The hood must have been porous enough to allow breathing since there was only one hole in it that Kaitlynn centered over Sam’s mouth. She murmured to Sam and Sam pursed her lips to allow Kaitlynn to apply lipstick in a bright red color. The effect was amazing, especially when Sam licked her lips with what looked like a long sinuous tongue. Oh my god! I so wanted that tongue on me!
Kaitlynn buckled a tall posture collar onto Sam’s long neck, capturing and tightening the hood. She clipped a leather leash onto the front ring and then stood and came over to me!
I was so ready for whatever she wanted to do! I was whimpering with desire, shaky and nerve-jangled.
She maneuvered me to a sitting position on the side of the bed and untied my legs and then removed my arm bindings. The gag stayed in place. It was at once exhilarating and disappointing to be free of my bonds. I shook my arms and kicked my legs to improve circulation and it felt great, but I wanted to be tied again.
She helped me to my feet, snapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists pinning them in front of me and directed me to the bathroom. I was in dire need of the facilities. Once the door was shut I leaned back against it and fairly swooned. My hands were all over myself, in my crotch and on my nipples and anywhere else I had sensation. I went weak-kneed when the orgasm took me. I sank down to the floor panting and wanting more.
Kaitlynn rapped on the door.
“Two minutes! Don’t make me come after you!”
I quickly took care of business, splashed some water on my face and toweled off, just finishing as Kaitlynn pushed the door open! She grasped my arm and led me back to the bed. I glanced at Sam and it appeared that she hadn’t moved a muscle!
She led me to a wooden straight back chair I used as a clothes hanger and had me sit side saddle while she tied my arms into what I knew was a box tie with my forearms parallel to the floor and my hands at the opposite elbows. She gave that a little twist by pulling my hands up towards my neck slightly with a rope that she passed through my armpits and behind my neck, sort of a baby version of how Sam’s arms were tied.
I turned to place my back against the chair back and she secured me against it. She lifted first one foot and then the second tying my ankle to my thigh. She pulled and pushed my around using artfully placed rope to keep me in place until I was sitting with my tail bone at the front edge of the chair and with my heels also resting on the chair seat. It would have been a precarious unstable position except for the tight ropes that held me. My legs were spread, my sex open and accessible.
I hoped that Sam would soon be working me over with her wicked tongue, but who knew what was in Kaitlynn’s mind.
She snapped an elastic-banded blindfold on me. Whatever she had in mind I wouldn’t see it coming, so to speak!
I sat quietly, flexed my legs trying to work up some friction between them. I was wet and horny and very mentally ready for what I hoped would be a good tongue lashing session.
I heard movement and sensed someone near me then felt hair brush my thighs. Oh my god! What a rush that sent through me, but that sensation paled at the first tentative touch of a tongue on my vulva! I moaned and carried on all out of proportion to what was being done, but I wanted it so bad!
My hopes and desires regarding Sam’s tongue were soon realized. She was a virtuoso and from the first tentative probe, I was totally out of control. I pushed forward as best I could to meet her. The only sounds in the room were my crazed, muffled pleadings, the chair creaking under the strain of my movement and the steady unending liquid sounds of Sam French-kissing my sex!
I don’t know how long it went on; not long enough in my opinion. Sam wrenched orgasms out of me until I was totally unaware of my surroundings and situation. When she finally stopped I was wreathed in sweat and cloudy of mind.
I didn’t realize what was going on; I felt the chair being moved and sensed I was tipping over. My head ended up on a pillow and I was able to understand that I was on my back still tied to the chair. As I settled into place, Kaitlynn tightened and repositioned ropes to secure me as tightly as before and then someone’s crotch was in my face. I guessed it was Sam having already sampled Kaitlynn. She lay forward over me and placed her mouth back onto my sex. We went at each other with abandon, my dream state erased in a flush of renewed passion.
We were quickly spent, at least I was. Sam seemed to enjoy my work! Kaitlynn told her to rise and she did so, sighing and whimpering. My chair was lifted and placed back on its legs.
The blindfold was removed and I sat lethargically as Kaitlynn released me from the chair. Sam sat quietly on the bed still bound and hooded, sort of slumped forward, head down and breathing hard for several minutes until she heaved a huge sigh and sat up.
I was completely untied and, this time, the awful gag was removed. Kaitlynn told me not to talk and I obliged her. She cuffed my hands in front again and led me to the bathroom. I splashed water around and then sank onto the hopper seat and must have zoned out, because Kaitlynn had to come in and get me. She led me out and down the hall to the living room. She handed me a glass of the wine we were drinking at the start of this amazing afternoon. She cuffed an ankle to the futon leg and went back to the bedroom.
Several minutes later, Sam, untied and dressed again, entered and sat next to me on the futon. We instinctively reached out and held hands. I got a good look at her for the first time and saw how pretty she was up close. I ran my fingers over the rope marks on her arms. Without prompting we leaned into a little kiss and then we both laughed!
Kaitlynn watched this little display with a smirk. “I told you that you would like Sam! Now, neither one of you touch the other!” Sam instantly slid away from me to the end of the futon.
“Sam! Thank you for coming! You may leave and please take the equipment with you.” Without a word or a look in my direction, Sam stood and began to gather up stuff, separating out their things from mine. She packed it all into a small duffel bag and then slid on a jeans jacket and left. I was amazed at the absolute control Kaitlynn exercised over her.
I watched her go with some regret; she was hot and wicked good at oral sex!
Kaitlynn cleared her throat drawing my attention back to her.
“You have potential to be a good little slave, but you need extensive training!” I started to reply, but she quieted me with a finger to her lips.
“As I said, you need training. I told you not to speak.”
I kept quiet, but I was assessing this situation. I most certainly did not want to be a slave, even if it meant more tongue time with Sam.
“I know you think you aren’t interested, but you did like your time with Sam didn’t you?.” She must be a freakin’ mind reader! I nodded.
“Good! You didn’t answer! There is some hope!” She studied me for what seemed like a long time, saying nothing. I held her gaze, but she was creeping me out. Then she abruptly rose and began to dress. Sam must have brought clothes for her as she slipped into a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. “I’m going to keep your socks as a memento of this time together. You can keep mine, as well.”
Even creeped-out and wary of the whole situation, my damn sock thing caused a slight uptick in what I though was my depleted sexual energy. Damn, she knew how to push my buttons!
“I will leave the cuff key on the table. You will stay cuffed for 5 minutes after I leave.” She slipped the cardigan sweater on, gathered up her bag and left without another word.
I immediately reached for the key and unhooked my ankle. I rushed to the window to catch a glimpse of her, but the street was empty. I stood there for several minutes mulling over the whole afternoon. It was getting dark and I realized that I could be seen from across-the-street windows and from the street, so I stepped back into the room and unlocked the wrist cuffs.
I padded in her socks over to the neatly folded skirt and turtleneck she had worn. I held the sweater to my face and inhaled her scent, then slipped it on. I stepped into the skirt and pulled it on. I shivered with renewed passion. Wearing her clothes was an incredible turn-on! I moved back to futon, lay down and busied myself with nipple fondling and crotch groping and worked myself into a wonderful orgasm in minutes.
Boy! This had been quite a day! I sat up and sipped the wine I had poured when Kaitlynn first arrived. I leaned back to assess the situation, but found assessing would have to wait as I felt my eyes begin to close. I gave in to the sensation and dropped off, totally spent and completely relaxed.
When I awoke it was dark in the apartment and outside. Street lights and headlights provided the only illumination. I roused myself and switched on a table lamp.
I knew I had to get my shit together or I’d be touching myself all night. I reluctantly undressed, carefully folding Kaitlynn’s clothes and setting them in my toy bag. I took a long hot shower and then wandered into the kitchenette, totally ravenous, and ate a bagel and an apple and drank a liter of water.
Now dressed in sweats, I was still energized from the day’s activities and couldn’t come down. The shower hadn’t done it, TV wasn’t doing it; I couldn’t concentrate to read; music had no allure. I gravitated to my laptop vowing to stay away from the bondage sites I usually visited.
I opened my e-mail and scrolled through them, mostly junk, but my belly flip-flopped when I saw a message from klee!
With a trembling hand I clicked on it and saw no message, just a list of links.
I grabbed the first link and found several Tumblr pages loaded with photos of me and Sam and me in various compromising positions.
I almost fainted!
I could barely control my hand as I scrolled through them. True to her word, Kaitlynn had posted only those in which my face was obscured, but, my god!
The next link took me to a clips4sale page that featured Sam eating my sex or at least that is what the preview showed.
There were photos in a grometsplaza section, on imagefap, photos everywhere on the net!
I was furious! That bitch was playing with my reputation and my livelihood. What if someone recognized me? What if my vanilla friends or family saw me? God!
I slammed the laptop shut and began to pace, thinking jumbled thoughts of revenge and carnage. I got more wine gulped it down and went back to the computer.
This time I went slowly through all the sites and photos. She had carefully selected and cropped the photos so that there were no real identifying features in any photo that someone could pick up on. My face was hidden in all of them. I began to relax and feel that I was probably safe from being outed. Sure, some of my friends that habituated these sites would maybe pick up that the bound and gagged broad was me, but that was fine! They knew of my kink anyway!
Nonetheless, I went back to my e-mail to send a flaming reply to Kaitlynn. There was a second e-mail from her with zipped copies of tons of pics and vids. This time she had included a message.
‘Next Saturday, noon, at 495 Hawthorne St. in Cambridge. Wear my clothes.’
What nerve! As if I would ever want to see her again after this betrayal!
I wrote back. ‘Fuck you, bitch!!!!!!’
A reply came back instantly.
‘Show up or I will release these to your work and family.’ Attached to this message were several photos, which clearly showed my face, of me engaged in what might be considered compromising acts, and in the text, my Mom’s and my boss’ email addys. I certainly wouldn’t want my Mom to see any of those! Or my boss! Where and when had she gotten all this info about me?
I was in a tizzy! I was sure Kaitlynn would send those out; she seemed to be a cold enough bitch. Shit! What to do? I quickly decided I had no choice but to say I would be there.
I replied. ‘I’ll be there’.
And I would! But Ms. Kaitlynn Lee would be in for a surprise! She probably thought I was a subby little pussycat after our adventure today. Hmmm, maybe I did have a little sub in me, but normally I was an aggressive bitch when the need arose!
I was also a sixth dan black belt (and not one trained at some McDojo). I knew I could kick her ass and Sam’s both at the same time!
I would show up all right! We’d see then who was going to be tied up by whom!
Sock It To Me · Part 2 (2/2)
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