Wendy’s Trial · Part 1 (1/2)
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Phil glanced around the bedroom, giving his preparations one last look over, checking that he’d missed nothing. Everything seemed to be in order. The bed had been the worst part, dragging the heavy frame away from the wall had been a real effort, but it was now positioned near the centre of the room, directly under the heavy eyebolt mounted in the ceiling. It was a lovely bed, with one of those frames of heavy wrought iron, although now it’s looks were somewhat disfigured by the wooden mounting posts attached to the centre of the head and foot board.
These mounts were fairly simple affairs, a flat base of wood on the floor, with two vertical boards rising parallel with the bed frame, cross braced on the diagonal and with a further horizontal board mounted across the top. Another feature was that each vertical board had a 1 1/2 “hole drilled through it, about 3 foot from the floor, with all four holes perfectly aligned. Finally each mount had been firmly lashed to the bed frame by many windings of rope.
Giving a little smile, Phil walked over to the footboard and, grasping the mounting post, gave it a solid tug. Despite his efforts, the support barely budged a millimetre, and he gave another smile thinking ‘that’ll do for my plans for today’. Glancing over to the chest of drawers, he ran an eye over the rest of the equipment laid out on the floor and gave a chuckle. This would be his best scenario yet, and little did his girlfriend, or should that be his nearly ex-girlfriend, know what was in store for her.
Perhaps, before the story really gets going, I should explain things a little, or at least give a little background. Phil loves bondage, and maybe even a little torture, both giving and receiving, and for the last year has been seeing this really hot babe named Wendy. Initially it started off as a casual encounter, having met in a bar they had a pleasant first evening fucking each other senseless, and during that encounter he, at one point, had her firmly tied, spread-eagled, to his bed with silk ties.
Phil always starts off with silk ties, they’re so much safer and more ‘normal’ for use during a first encounter, and less likely to scare women off than the sudden appearance of steel, leather and ropes. Anyway, after that first night, they met up again, ended up back at his place a little drunk and up for a bit of fucking, when Wendy asked him to tie her up again. Well, as you can imagine, he didn’t need asking twice, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Anyway, things had been going along fine for quite some time, at least until about a month ago, when some guy at Wendy’s work started hitting on her and she fell for his attentions. Don’t get me wrong, they’re not finished yet, but the poor thing’s more than a little confused – or maybe it’s best to say she’s torn between two choices. They still see each other for some fantastic sex and bondage, but Phil also know she’s off with him, well actually his names Martin, as well. How does he know, well she’s told him as much. The old ‘I love you…but I love him too’ routine, and to be honest it’s beginning to get on Phil’s nerves.
And so he’s come up with today’s plan, today she experiences his ultimate bondage scenario, something that will blow her mind completely. And at the end of it all, when she’s exhausted and drained, mentally, physically and emotionally, Phil will give her a simple choice. And depending on her decision, Wendy will either get to experience today’s pleasures again in the future, or she won’t.
Phil glanced at his watch and gave a start, he’d been daydreaming, the time was now 11:30am, and Wendy was due any minute.
“Ok, ok,” he muttered to himself, “better get ready” and, walking over to the dresser, picked up a single sleeve leather arm-binder and a heavy padded leather blindfold from the floor, before turning and heading out the door.
Phil was half way down the stairs when the doorbell rang and, looking down the hallway, he could see Wendy’s silhouette through the frosted glass of the front door.
“Bang on time” he said and, taking the last stairs two and a time, headed down the hall and opened the front door.
The girl outside was stunning to look at, slim built with a waspish waist, standing about 5’6” tall with wavy blonde hair framing a delightful elfin face. She was dressed in a short one-piece black dress of some sheer, clingy material that showed off her figure to perfection. Ending at mid-thigh, it revealed just enough to show her thighs were toned and firm, with shapely calves, while her full firm breasts strained at the dress, the nubs of her nipples just visible through the clingy material. A single black strap passed over each shoulder and there was obviously no bra present, while a simple silver chain passed round her neck, supporting a teardrop shaped piece of amber jewellery nestling snugly at the top of her cleavage.
“Wendy, come in, come in, how are you?” asked Phil, holding the door wide to admit her.
“Hi Phil, I’m fine, thanks” she said, stepping into the hallway before wrapping her arms around him and giving Phil a long, lingering kiss which he returned enthusiastically.
After several moments they broke apart and Wendy looked up at Phil. “Your looking well honey, in fact you look almost edible” she said with a smile before her eyes fell to his hand, in which he was still clutching the arm-binder and blindfold.
“Oh, I see you’ve got some of your toys out for me” she said with a mischievous smile. “That’s good, I’m feeling really horny today… you got anything to drink?”
“Sure, help yourself, there’s a bottle of wine in the fridge” replied Phil as he closed the door before following Wendy down the hall and into the kitchen.
While Wendy opened the fridge to get the wine, Phil placed the arm-binder and blindfold on the sideboard, opened the cupboard door and, removing two wine glasses, placed them on the counter. Sliding open a drawer, he removed a corkscrew before pushing the drawer closed again.
“Here, give me that” he said and, taking the bottle from Wendy, quickly removed the seal before twisting the corkscrew firmly into the cork, which he extracted to the sound of a small plop. Picking up the bottle he poured two generous glasses of wine while, in the meantime, Wendy had come to stand beside him and was now holding the arm-binder in both hands, stroking the material gently. Picking up the glasses, Phil handed one to Wendy, who took it in one hand whilst with the other she placed the arm-binder on the worktop, leaving her hand gently resting upon it.
“So, are you just having a tidy up today, or have you got some plans for this?” asked Wendy, gently patting the arm-binder with her free hand.
Phil took a sip of his wine, looked from the arm-binder to Wendy, and replied with a smile “Hmm, dunno really. Suppose I might have had the odd idea or two knocking around my head.
“The odd idea or two” mimicked Wendy. “And just what might they be then you kinky old pervert?” she asked with a laugh, before taking another sip of her wine.
“Well I could tell you, but that would kind of spoil the surprise now wouldn’t it. Lets just say I’ve got something a little bit special in mind for you today… In fact, if I wasn’t so modest, I’d call it a work of genius what I’ve got planned for you”
Wendy, halfway through taking a sip of wine, snorted into her glass at this, and started coughing and spluttering as the wine went down the wrong way. After a moment to recover she looked at Phil, sniggered, and replied, “Work of genius my ass. You are so full of it mister”
“Perhaps, perhaps” replied Phil grinning. “Trouble is I’ve only got my own opinion to go on, guess maybe you think I need to get a second opinion eh?” he continued with a sly smirk.
“Perhaps you do,” replied Wendy. “Maybe you need a volunteer to experience your latest ‘work of genius’ so they can comment on it for themselves” she continued with a wide grin on her face.
“Yes, yes my dear. But you see, good volunteers are so hard to find these days. I wouldn’t know where to start looking for one,” said Phil, after taking another sip of his wine.
“It’s difficult isn’t it” replied Wendy, then paused to take a sip of her wine before continuing, “well, if it’s in the interests of science, I suppose I could make myself available as a test subject.” She then gave Phil a beautiful and mischievous grin over the top of her wine glass.
“Hmm, let me think… Ok, I accept your application for the position. I think we should undertake the experiment as soon as possible don’t you.”
“Oh absolutely” replied Wendy as she approached Phil, pressing the length of her body up against his, kissing him deeply on the lips and grinding her pelvis into his groin. Breaking off the kiss she asked in mock humility “Where should we start then Sir?”
“Well, I think we need to get you out of that dress for starters. Turn around and let me get the zip for you”
Wendy grinned, took a sip of wine before placing the glass on the counter, slowly turned her back to Phil and took a small step back toward him before leaning slightly forward and grinding her ass into his groin. Phil grinned at the back of her head as small waves of pleasure shot through him and, reaching toward the top of her spine, slowly lowered the zip down to her lower back. That done, he then reached up with his two hands, hooked a thumb under each shoulder strap, and slid them off Wendy’s shoulders. Wendy gave a little shimmy and, in no time at all, the dress had formed a little puddle of blackness on the kitchen floor. Bending from the waist, Wendy reached down, undid the buckles on her shoes and, standing straight again, kicked them off, leaving her naked as the day she was born.
“Well this is an interesting experiment” said Wendy as she ground her ass into Phil’s groin once again, “what do we do next Sir?”
“I think we might need to secure your arms for the next stage” replied Phil whilst picking up the arm-binder from the worktop and, working quickly, loosened the buckles and straps, and pulled some slack into the lacing. “Put your arms behind your back,” he instructed Wendy whilst reaching into his trouser pocket to pull out a small key on a ring.
Wendy did as he asked and Phil, taking hold of her hands, pressed the key into her palm and wrapped her fingers closed around it.
“I want you to take care of this for me” he told her, then, using both hands, he placed Wendy’s wrists into the top opening of the arm-binder before pulling it up, tugging firmly till the top of the binder was level with Wendy’s shoulder blades, and with her hands securely trapped in the pouch at the bottom.
“Ohh… that’s nice” sighed Wendy as Phil went to work on the glove, gradually taking the slack out of the lacing and then firmly pulling it tight as he worked his way up the harness. “What’s the key for?” she asked as Phil continued working on the arm-binder.
“Oh that, it’s nothing, don’t worry about it ok” he replied.
Wendy was an extremely supple girl, and as Phil tightened the laces of the arm-binder, she could feel her elbows been drawn closer and closer together. As they were, she felt her shoulders been pulled back, which caused her breasts to thrust out and up. Looking down at her breasts she gave a small sigh.
“A girl could get used to this you know,” she said with a smile.
“What’s that?” asked Phil as he continued to work on the lacings for Wendy’s upper arms, the tightening of which caused her shoulders to pull back even more, and her breasts to jut out proudly.
“Oh nothing” replied Wendy, “it’s just that this does wonderful things to a girls figure you know.”
Tying off the last knot, Phil peered over her shoulder at her breasts and replied, “Hmm, it does doesn’t it.” Reaching round Wendy’s sides he took a breast in each hand and began to massage them firmly, every now and then grasping Wendy’s nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing and rolling them back and forth. This continued for several minutes, accompanied by Wendy’s sighs, groans and whisperings as Phil worked her body to a state of excitement. Letting his right hand slip from her breast, he traced a line across her stomach with his fingertips, continuing down to her groin where his fingers lightly brushed the tip of her clitoris, gently teasing and arousing Wendy further, as evidenced by her increasing groans.
Moving on, his hand slipped further south till he found her pussy, already moist and hot, and gently teased her by slipping a finger slowly in and out of her passage whilst firmly rubbing his palm back and forth over her clit. He could feel the pressure building within her, like lava bubbling to erupt, and just as he felt her body begin to tension for the final leap into the abyss, he took his hands away.
“Oh… don’t stop,” pleaded Wendy as she hovered on the precipice of her orgasm, but Phil ignored her, instead giving his attention to the shoulder straps of her arm-binder. He quickly looped them under her armpits, up over her shoulders, and then crossed them at the top of her back, before threading them through the corresponding buckles of the harness and pulling the straps tight.
Wendy closed her eyes and, focusing on her body, tried to will herself over the edge. But without stimulation it wouldn’t happen, and the pounding excitement and tension slowly ebbed away, leaving her distinctly frustrated and unsatisfied.
“You utter, utter bastard” she finally said to Phil, just as he finished tightening the straps. “How could you leave me hanging like that?”
Taking her by the shoulders, Phil turned her round to face him, dropping a hand to her groin to gently massage her clit.
“Don’t be mad,” he told her. “Remember, good things come to those who wait, and I’m afraid you’ve got a long, long wait ahead of you before I let you have an orgasm today” he said with a smile. Wendy, however, didn’t notice his smile, she had her eyes closed again and was focused on the pleasant sensations Phil was creating between her legs with his hand.
While continuing to massage Wendy’s clit, Phil bent his knees and, bowing his head, lowered his mouth to her left breast. Breathing out, he exhaled hot air onto her nipple as his hand moved south again, with his fingers pushing deep into Wendy’s cunt. Lowering his mouth onto her breast, he sucked first the left, then the right nipple into his mouth, running the tip of his tongue around her areola, and gently biting down on her nipples with his teeth.
He continued to work her body again, quickly building her arousal toward a crescendo, feeling the tension and excitement build and build within her. And again, with uncanny judgement, born of familiarity with her body, just as her orgasm threatened to pounce and ravage her, Phil took his hands and mouth away from her body. As Wendy groaned her frustration, Phil grasped her by the shoulders, turned her round and, taking the leather blindfold from the worktop, placed it over her eyes and, pulling the straps tightly round her head, quickly buckled the blindfold snugly and securely into place.
The blindfold was top quality, with a soft felt lining, and from previous use Phil knew that with it on Wendy was completely robbed of the power of sight, plunged into total darkness with not a single ray of light able to penetrate the tight and close fitting blindfold.
Wendy groaned again in frustration, she had been so, so close to the edge that time, that just a few seconds more would have been enough to bring the threatened orgasm crashing down on her. Instead, she found herself plunged into darkness, her arms bound tightly behind her, unable to do anything to relieve the desperate ache she now felt at the core of her being.
“Please Phil” she cried out loud, “please don’t stop” she begged. “I was so close to cumming. Please give me a little more.” But she got no answer as Phil stepped silently away, watching her from the doorway into the kitchen, grinning at her frustration. Getting no answer, Wendy turned left and right, her shoulders pulled back and her breast jutting out proudly, trying to get some clue to Phil’s location in the room. But already she had lost her bearings and, taking a tentative step forward, immediately stubbed her toe on the cupboard base, which quickly turned her frustration into anger.
“You asshole git, let me out of this right now you moron. If you can’t finish a job then don’t start it. I’m sure I’ll find someone who can do the job properly you idiot” she cried. At that, a flash of anger passed over Phil’s face at the allusion to Martin, or at least that’s how he heard it. In a flash of inspiration, he decided Wendy had said more than enough, and, quietly making his way down the hall, he quickly went upstairs to the bedroom where he opened the drawer of his bedside cabinet, his eyes scanning the contents for his ring gag. He quickly found the ring gag and was about to retrieve it when his eyes fell on the nipple clamps resting nearby. With a smile, Phil took both the clamps and the ring-gag from the drawer, and was about to leave the room when another idea struck him.
Three months ago he and Wendy had attended a fetish fair at a local town, more for a laugh than for any other reason. However, as they browsed the stalls, Wendy had seen a pair of what were termed hobble boots and, trying a number on, had found a pair that fit her perfectly. However, in the end the price tag had deterred her from buying them. They were in black patent leather, had 7” heels on them and held the wearers foot in a strict en-point position, with a ridiculous number of lacings up the front to hold them in place.
Anyhow, the long and short of it was that Phil had managed to slip away from Wendy briefly at the fair, had dashed back to the stall and purchased a pair in her size, intending to surprise her with them at some point. Well, it looked like the day had come and, after a quick rummage in the base of the wardrobe, Phil turned back to the door bearing a plastic carrier bag containing the boots, still new and in their box.
Making his way downstairs and back to the kitchen, Phil was just in time to hear Wendy say “…sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, will you please say something.”
Entering the kitchen, he saw that Wendy had managed to get her bearings and, by pressing her right hip up against the worktop, was edging her way down the room toward the doorway.
“Don’t worry about it” said Phil as he entered the room, “but you do know how to piss me off at times, so I guess we’ll just have to do something about that won’t we?”
“Hmm, maybe you will,” replied Wendy with a grin. “I hope you’ve got something good in mind. I’m sorry, I just hurt my toe on the counter, and it still hurts now,” she continued.
“Well, I think there’s something I can do to stop that happening again. Here, come with me” Phil replied and, grasping Wendy by the upper arm, guided her slowly out of the kitchen and into the lounge. Backing her up against the sofa he then helped her to sit gently down, her bound arms pinned between her body and the sofa.
“Thanks” said Wendy once he’d helped her to sit.
“That’s alright” Phil replied as he placed the carrier bag by the sofa. “Now which toe hurts?”
“This one” replied Wendy lifting her right foot and wiggling her toe at him.
“Hmm… is that any better?” asked Phil, as he took her foot in hand and started gently massaging her toes.
“Oh yes, much better” sighed Wendy, as Phil continued to gently massage her foot. For a while Phil continued to massage Wendy’s feet, first the right then the left, to the accompaniment of small sighs of pleasure from Wendy’s lips. After a few minutes he lifted Wendy’s right foot and, lowering his head, took her toe in his mouth and began to suck vigorously.
“Ohhh… that’s nice” simpered Wendy as he continued, first sucking on one toe, then the other.
Eventually Phil tired of sucking her toes and, lowering her foot to the floor asked “Are you thirsty?”
“Hmm… I wouldn’t mind another sip of wine.”
“Ok, I’ll be right back,” said Phil and, getting to his feet, left the room for the kitchen.
Going over to the counter, Phil picked up the wine bottle and topped both glasses up before reaching into his pocket and extracting a small medicine bottle containing Viagra tablets. ‘This’ll keep her horny’ he thought and, extracting a single tablet from the bottle, broke it up over Wendy’s glass, allowing the pieces to fall into her drink where they began to dissolve. Picking a teaspoon from the kitchen drawer, her gave her glass a quick stir to help the tablet dissolve fully, before picking up the glasses and making his way back into the lounge.
Setting his own drink on the coffee table, Phil perched himself on the edge of the sofa, his body tilted towards Wendy.
“I guess you’ll need some help with this” he said, a smile on his lips, as he lifted the glass to Wendy’s lips. As she felt the glass approach, Wendy’s lips parted slightly and, as Phil tilted the glass took first one mouthful of wine, then another, before giving her head a small shake. Satisfied, Phil reached over her to put her glass on the side unit before reaching down to rummage in the carrier bag, extracting the box with the shoes.
“What have you got there?” asked Wendy, still unable to see through the heavy blindfold, and curious as to what the noises she heard meant.
“Just a little present for you, something you’ll like,” replied Phil and, lifting the lid from the box he removed the boots from their packing paper.
Sliding down from the sofa, Phil positioned himself kneeling at Wendy’s feet, facing her and lifted her right foot.
“Can you point your toes down please?” he asked her, and Wendy promptly did so. Sliding the boot up, Phil quickly had it in position, snugly encasing Wendy’s foot in stiff leather, and began to work on the lacings, gradually tightening them from bottom to top.
Wendy felt the boot slide onto her foot, her toes squeezed together in it’s tight confines, and felt a strange flush of excitement course through her body as Phil tightened the lacings of the boot. She’d never have thought that having her feet bound up in boots could have such an effect on her, but moment by moment she could feel herself getting turned on more and more. Her breasts and nipples were becoming incredibly sensitive, filled with a strange ache, a longing to be touched, while her pussy filled with a desperate, hungry feeling. Little shivers of electricity shot through her body as she ground her pussy into the sofa, trying to relieve the longing she was feeling.
The laces had been tightened fully on the first boot, her foot clenched remorselessly in a grip of steel, arched in a strict en-point position and her toes crushed together at the tip of the boot. Meanwhile, Phil already had the second boot in place, and was working systematically to tighten the lacings to the limit. He looked up as a groan escaped Wendy’s lips, to see her, head thrown back, grinding her pussy on the sofa beneath her. Grinning to himself to see the drug was already taking effect, he quickly finished off the lacings on the second boot and, standing up, leaned over Wendy to pick up her glass, and raised it to her lips.
“Have another drink” he said, “looks like you need to cool off some” and, as her lips parted slightly, tipped the glass back and poured a little wine into her mouth.
Lost in the throes of her arousal, Wendy swallowed the wine, and then swallowed again as Phil continued to pour the wine into her mouth till the glass was empty. Placing the glass back on the side unit, Phil stood and looked down at Wendy, her body now covered by a thin sheen of sweat.
Crouching in front of her, Phil placed his hand on her inner thighs, slowly sliding them back and forth, gradually getting closer and closer to Wendy’s pussy. Another load groan escaped her lips and she lifted her hips from the sofa, pushing forward as Phil’s’ hands found their target. Rubbing his hands over her upper thighs, Phil used his thumbs to massage around Wendy’s passage, before finally allowing his thumbs to slip inside her.
Another small whimper escaped Wendy’s lips, and then she sighed “Ohhh, fuck me, fuck me hard, pleeeease fuck me now.”
Lifting his hands from her body Phil replied “Not just yet dear, as I said, I’ve got something very special planned for you today. I think it’s time we got you upstairs.”
Grasping Wendy by the shoulders Phil said “Come on now, stand up so we can get to the bedroom,” and, pulling her forward and up, managed to get her to stand, teetering unsteadily on her unfamiliar boots.
Wendy’s body was now an inferno, a hot flush of desire surging through her, with her breasts, nipples and pussy longing, aching to be touched. All she wanted was a large prick to fill her, pounding away at her to satisfy the insatiable monster of desire that was ravaging her. She wanted hands to roughly kneed her breasts, the feeling of teeth biting her nipples and throat, and she let out a groan of denial as Phil lifted her to her feet.
“Noooo…” sighed Wendy, tottering unsteadily on the tips of her toes, the heels of her boots making it almost impossible to stand upright, “fuck me now, pleeease” she said, “we don’t need to go upstairs.”
“Hmmm… I don’t think you understand your situation too well Wendy. You’re not really in a position to tell me what to do are you.” Then, looking at her, he grinned and said, “Oh, perhaps you are, but we can soon fix that can’t we.”
Keeping one hand on Wendy to help hold her upright, Phil crouched down, reached with his free hand in the carrier bag, and stood up holding the ring gag he’d fetched earlier. Stepping in front of Wendy, he leaned forward and planted his lips on hers, his tongue pushing roughly into her mouth, giving her a long deep kiss that she returned with a passion. Breaking off the kiss, Phil rested the palm of his thumb on Wendy’s lips, stroking her lips gently and said “Open wide now dear.”
Wendy did so, opening her mouth to accept his thumb, and as she did Phil slid the ring gag in sideways, levering the lower edge behind her bottom teeth before exerting pressure to open her mouth wide and slipping the top edge of the ring behind her upper teeth.
“Mmmmph…” said Wendy, in surprise and shock, as the ring gag slipped unexpectedly into her mouth. Shacking her head she tried to dislodge the intruder, pushing at it with her tongue, but already Phil had reached behind her head and, with a sharp tug, secured the straps, locking the ring gag firmly in place.
“There, that’s much better,” said Phil with a smile, “guess I won’t be hearing any more orders from you for a while now. Come on, let’s see you get upstairs to the bedroom in those boots.” Grasping Wendy by the arm, he turned her toward the doorway, and with a quick swat on the bum said, “Come on then, lets go.”
Very carefully, teetering on the tips of her outrageous boots, Wendy slowly made her way to the door, with Phil’s hand resting firmly on her arm to both guide her and prevent her toppling flat on her face. Slowly, and painfully, they made there way down the hallway, with Phil guiding Wendy to the base of the stairs.
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