A New Direction · Part 2 (2/3)
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I slowly zip up the sack from her feet to her neck, wow she looks so sexy and vulnerable. I tighten each strap, one at her ankles, ones above and below her knees, thighs and chest. I pull her to a sitting position, it’s difficult for her but I need full access to her head….. It is the next pieces of bondage that make me a little nervous, they are pretty hardcore. I dangle the black latex hood near her face. “Sadia, this hood has perforated eyes so you will be able to see what I do to you next. However I’m afraid there are only these two tubes for insertion into your nostrils for breathing. What a pity” I mock. The hood looks very sci-fi, almost alien and not very sexy.
However I am using it for practical purposes and I’m not yet finished with her head trip. I lube up the inside of the hood and smooth it over Sadia’s head. She flinches when I gently insert the small rubber tubes in her nostrils, the faint hissing of her breathing is intoxicating. I pat her head gently. “Good girl, now what is next, ah yes” I produce a large roll of black pallet wrap, it has hand holds either end for easy wrapping. Starting at the base of the sack I begin tightly wrapping my precious parcel, pinning her body to the massage table. I ignore the muted protests from Sadia, I can tell she’s a little frightened.
I finish the wrapping just by her lap, she is still sat up and watching my every move. “Are you ready for the next hood Sadia? This one is a particular favourite of mine, it’s a leather discipline hood. See how the area around the eyes, ears and mouth are have extra padding for heightened sensory deprivation and the additional straps that lay across the eye and mouth areas. I had this one specially adapted so that your nostril tubes fit through the nose holes in this hood”.
As this point Sadia thrashes on the table wildly, I feel her panic. “Shush my darling, I promise to look after you, we are after all good friends, let’s not forget that” I croon. It seems to have the desired effect of calming her down. I slide the leather hood into place and tighten the laces at the rear, it is an intense head trip, even more so with the latex hood that Sadia is already wearing. I make sure the nostril tubes are correctly aligned before pulling the eye and mouth straps tight. My final act of cruelty is to fit a three inch leather posture collar around her neck. Still, I want her completely motionless.
I push her chest down to lay her flat on the table and continue tightly wrapping her remaining torso. She lays silent, other than a very faint mewing from her gagged and hooded head and the hiss of her breathing from the tubes. I take a small roll of pallet wrap, it’s about 4 inches wide and wrap it around her head and the table. Sadia can no longer move an inch. I step back and admire my handy work. I take the remotes belonging to the butt plug and dildo and turn them both on. It is satisfying to hear their distant hum, I hear a small moan from Sadia and a shift in her body. “Sadia, Step 5 is to leave you to marinate in your own juices.
The two intruders in your arse and pussy are on timers and will alternate on and off every minute. This should keep you in a constant state of arousal but will not allow you any relief I’m afraid.” Looking at Sadia all trussed up, tightly held and strapped in the latex sack, wearing the two hoods, all motionless has made me so sexually aroused. I can feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs. I can’t resist one final act of humiliation. Taking a step stool I mount the table and sit on Sadia’s face, grinding my pussy against her whilst playing with her breathing tubes. I’m in sadist heaven. I giggle as I pinch first one tube then both and watch her attempts at breathing.
I only deprive her of air for a few seconds but when the tubes are released the sound of her desperate inhalation just arouses me further. It does not take me long to climax. I take her nostril tubes and position near my dripping pussy, she has her own juices in her gagged mouth so it’s only fair she is forced to breathe my musky scent, I smirk to myself. “Sadia, I’m going to bed now, I do hope you sleep well. I will be keeping my eye on your overnight via a camera I have set up in the room. It monitors both sound and motion, not that it is going to pick up any motion”.
I kiss her hood and leave the room. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I’m literally shivering with arousal. She has me so completely restrained that I can barely move a muscle. Panic fills me. My breathing seems odd and distorted by the tubes. The tight gag keeps me completely silent. I am forced into silent contemplation. I replay the evening and it unrolls like a surreal yet highly erotic movie before my mind’s eye. My pussy is dripping wet and I’m glad that Lou was kind and thoughtful enough to ensure I had a drink before placing me in this fiendish bondage.
I have always been a little kinky and had fantasies of bondage and role playing since I was a child but her skill, her knowledge and her adeptness has far surpassed any clumsy play I have had in the past. This is hard-core. I’m frightened but excited. Despite her cruelty I know I can trust her and I have literally placed my life in her hands. The timers kick in and my anus and pussy are tormented by intermittent vibrations, making me want to squirm, but I cannot. The restraint keeps me completely immobile and the sensory deprivation makes me lose all track of time. I am awash in emotions; ecstasy, delight, fear and impending hysteria compete within me.
The vibrators do not stay on long enough to allow me to reach a climax that is always maddeningly out of reach. I’ve edged before. It’s a favourite way of masturbating. But this is edging times one hundred. I have always allowed myself that denied climax after an hour or so. This is verging on torture. My pussy throbs and my arse feels deliciously full and invaded. The night seems to last forever and I feel adrift on a sea of unfulfilled desire, an ocean of exquisite torment. Finally I feel her fingers on the wrappings, unbinding me. I begin to cry, so strong is the feeling of gratitude to her. I blink as the bindings are stripped away and there she is; beautiful in the early morning light.
The sunrise lights her face and her smile is a marvel of beauty. It twists into a sneer though… “Sleep well?” she asks with mock sweetness. The gag is pulled away and the stained panties removed from my mouth with a moue of distaste from her. I keep silent, the tears barely dry on my cheeks. Every word, every gesture of hers is a barb which serves only to drive me to further submission and arousal. She makes me gasp as she withdraws the probes from my pussy and anus. She tosses them onto a towel and beckons me to stand. I roll weakly onto my feet from the table.
“On your knees Sadia..” I hurry to obey, her voice striking a chord that runs through me, almost compelling me to my knees on its own. Lou is wearing a satin dressing gown that clings to her ripe figure and makes my mouth water. The curve of her cleavage is sweet and enticing and her feet are bare. The toes are mesmerising to me. She notices me looking. “Want to suck them again?” her voice is cool, innocent, teasing. “Yes please, Mistress” my own voice in reply is rough, croaky from the long gagging and the unfulfilled arousal. She chuckles to herself, derisively. “I have something else for you to lick” she says, leaving that ‘something’ a mystery.
She clicks a chain leash in place on the collar and jerks wordlessly. I rise to my feet, feeling less dizzy now at least and she leads me at a bit of a trot out of the room and upstairs. The bathroom is large and luxuriously appointed with a plush, walk in shower. On the toilet seat is a menacing looking ball gag. “Yes” she says, in answer to my unspoken question “that’s for you, you little slut” I blush. Her words hurt but arouse me at the same time. I have a feeling that I would already do pretty much anything she asked me. My infatuation is completely out of control.
She raises an eyebrow and I approach, allowing her to stuff the ball between my teeth, wedging it there and forcing my mouth open. I gurgle as she pulls the straps tight, stepping behind me, her hip brushing mine and setting off another burst of wetness down my thighs. She delights in my servility and pinches my nipple to test the gag’s efficacy. A small muffled grunt is all it elicits. She smiles, satisfied. “Get into the shower” she pushes me and I step in gingerly. She turns on the water and the cascade is cold at first, drenching me and making me weep in frustration and shock, but I have to endure for my Mistress and I do so. When it warms she steps in and presses up to me.
Her body is so delicious it makes me drool. She pinches my nipples painfully and smiles at my response. “Get on with it then, slut” Mistress Lou hands me a bottle of shower gel and stands back, flaunting her nudity in front of me. I nod and take a handful of the gel, warming it and lathering it in my hands before smearing it on her glorious body. My hands soap her, lingering on her breasts and delighting in the raised nipples. I glide my hands over her lush curves. She closes her eyes and allows my touch. I am in heaven. Her body is as delicious as I have always fantasised. She is so sexy I can feel myself becoming desperately aroused. “Make sure you wash my bum well” she murmurs.
I wait for her to turn and apply the gel to those sensuous curves, feeling her softness and coolness. The firmness of her flesh, the swell of her buttocks all excites me unbearably. I part her buttocks and wash her thoroughly, paying attention to the alluring pucker of her anus. She’s totally smooth and her skin is pale and unblemished. She surprises me with what happens next. “Lick it” she commands, reaching around and pulling the gag from my mouth, allowing it to hang on its strap around my neck. “Lick?” I ask, unsure if I have heard her correctly. She wants me to lick her arsehole? I step back, reddening. A step too far for me.
I shake my head ‘no’ speechless and the anger that sparks in her eyes is a furious storm that anyone would run to avoid. I cannot though, I’m rooted to the spot. Mistress grabs my hair and twists. Her face contorts with anger. “You useless slut” she hisses as she forces me to my knees. My hands rise unbidden and try to wrench her grip loose but she turns, controlling me by the hair and pulls my face against her cool, soft flesh. “Lick it! Worship it and consider yourself lucky to be able to” I nervously place my tongue there and the taste is sweet and musky and so deliciously intimate it fires my synapses like a tornado.
I part her buttocks with hands as she leans against the shower wall and pushes out her full bottom. I apply myself in earnest. Suddenly I feel possessed. Feelings of excitement flood my system. I lick around the rosebud of her anus pressing the flat of my tongue to it, all inhibitions now discarded and oblivious of the hand in my hair. I just want to please her. I can hear her moans become purrs and I can scent her arousal, so close am I to her pussy. I poke my tongue against the ring of muscle and she moans again. I must be doing something right. “Come on you little bitch” her voice is hoarse and low, a growl of encouragement that carries a threat as well.
My pussy is flooding and the lips are swollen and puffy as I touch them. I twist my tongue and penetrate her anus, pushing inside and making her writhe in pleasure. I push one finger then another into my dripping pussy and masturbate furiously as I fuck her arse with my tongue. I feel completely abandoned and frenzied. This act is so primal, so taboo, it sends me into a kind of heightened state of desire. Then she notices where my hands are….+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ “You naughty little slut, how dare you disobey me!” I am seething with rage at her disobedience but also feeling smug that she had got so turned on pleasuring me.
I snatch the shower head from its holder and blast ice cold water at her chest and face. She cowers and I delight from her screams as she attempts to cover herself with her hands. After a minute she kneels there shivering and looking thoroughly miserable. “Has that tempered your arousal my dear?” I say mockingly. She glares at me but says nothing. I grab her arm and pull her into the hallway to a large floor cupboard. Part of it is designed for airing bed linen and towels however it also houses a special area for a naughty submissive.
As I open the cupboard door the heat from the internal radiator hits us, it feels cosy in there so I am confident it won’t take long for her to dry off and warm up. Her face drops when she sees the internal metal barred gate. I can tell her impending confinement is making her anxious. I turn a key in the heavy lock of the gate and it swings open. “Get in!” Hesitantly she crawls in and I gesture her to sit with her back to the wall where two shiny metal shackles dangle from separate chains. There is only a few inches above her head, it is claustrophobic to say the least. I ratchet the shackles until both of her wrists are held tightly, raised level either side of her shoulders.
She tests her fetters whilst I watch her, I can’t help but smile to myself, she looks so helpless. My pussy starts to moisten once more. I pull the dangling ball gag from around her neck and refasten across her beautiful lips, what a sight to behold. She has stopped shivering but her nipples are still hard. I lean into the cupboard and plant kisses on her gagged mouth. I tweak her nipples gently which makes her let out an inaudible moan. As she has suffered such an uncomfortable night strapped tightly in the latex body bag I decide that for now I’m going to go easy on her. The punishment I have in mind for her later today will really test her resolve.
“Right my darling, I’m leaving you here to reflect on your disgusting behaviour in the shower whilst I get dressed and make preparations for your punishment” I sneer. Her gaze is intense, I can tell that she is sexually excited but also apprehensive. I watch gleefully as the large gag makes her drool once more. Her muffled moans through the gag are most gratifying. Finally I take a loose fitting black latex hood, it has some air holes and pull it over her head. I watch the folds of latex rise and fall with her breathing as I fasten the strap at the base of her neck. It excites me seeing her so vulnerable.
I lock the internal barred gate and then close the cupboard door satisfied that she is adequately restrained. From my bedroom I take a moment to choose an outfit, opting for a purple latex backless dress, it is fastened at the back with a series of horizontal straps with buckles. I relish the feel of the latex, smoothing over my body, the smell intoxicating. I think Sadia will appreciate seeing my bottom in this dress I muse as I zip up a knee high pair of PVC boots with metal spiked heels. Half an hour later I return to the cupboard, Sadia is shifting her wrists in the cuffs, no doubt her arms are aching a little. I remove the hood and gag and release the shackles.
“Thank you mistress, I’m so sorry for misbehaving, please forgive me” she looks at me with pleading eyes whilst rubbing her wrists. I savour those eyes, so sexy. Mmmm….. “I’m afraid you are going to learn a hard lesson from your disobedience Sadia, however you must be hungry, let’s have breakfast first. Do you like my outfit?” I watch her eyes wander up and down my latex clad body. “Let’s get you dressed Sadia” I smirk as I dangle her outfit on my finger. It is a pair of black latex hot pants, within the crotch area sits a 6 inch dildo and a 4 inch anal plug. I watch her slide the pants up her legs and then hesitate as each of the intruders touches her delicate orifices.
“Don’t keep me waiting!” I scold as she slides the dildo and plug into place. It takes her some effort and I delight in knowing that the anal plug was not lubed for easy entry. She looks so beautiful in latex, the pants clinging to the curves of her hips. I produce a large restraint, she looks puzzled at its appearance. “Sadia, this is a leather single glove arm binder, it will ensure your arms are held tightly behind you now put your wrists together.” I slide the glove piece over her hands and then pay meticulous attention to the lacing up her arms. I want a very tight fit to ensure the binder traps her arms securely. Once satisfied with the lacing I fit the shoulder straps carefully.
I stand back and admire my handy work, the binder forces her breasts forward, so vulnerable and inviting. Perfect for what I have in store for her. Finally I add a leather collar and leash and lead her downstairs to the kitchen. The kitchen is sunny and inviting. I busy myself making a pot of tea and toasting crumpets spreading them with butter and jam. Sadia kneels at my feet whilst I sit at the kitchen table. I gently stroke her hair whilst taking turns to feed myself and then her. I watch her savouring each mouthful, she must be hungry from her ordeal last night and needs her strength for what is to come.
I help her drink a mug of tea through a straw, she guzzles it down and I refill her mug once more. Butter oozes down her chin as I deliberately feed her sloppily. It drips onto her breasts and I can’t resist kneeling in front of her slowly licking her chin, then moving my tongue down her neck to her breasts. Sadia purrs with contentment, her nipples hardening once more. I slip my left hand inside her latex pants and finger her pussy. It is so wet and inviting, her clit pulses with my attentions. I grab her leash and beckon her into the clinic. Her eyes widen as she spots two long pieces of steel chain dangling parallel from electric winches bolted to the ceiling, about metre apart.
“I’m afraid I lied to you about those winches when we spoke last night Sadia, they are not for use with a hoist to help disabled clients onto my massage table. They are a means to punish very naughty subbies such as yourself. Now remove the latex pants and stand between the two chains.” Sadia approaches the chains, her breathing is slightly laboured and there is real fear in her eyes. I produce a solid steel bar, it’s about a centimetre in diameter with metal eyelets at each end. Its length fits perfectly between the hanging chains and once fixed in place it dangles horizontally a few centimetres below Sadia’s groin as she stands astride it.
“Please mistress no!” Sadia begs as she has guessed what is about to happen. I ignore her pleas as I press the button on the remote which activates the winches, the chains grind noisily as they pull the bar upwards. I raise the bar so that it parts Sadia’s delicate flesh, the bar glistens with her juices. She writhes and I take pleasure in watching her try to ease the pressure from the bar firmly wedged between her pussy lips.
I take the large ring at the base of her single glove arm binder and padlock it to the chain behind her. Her arms are now pulled taught behind her against the chain, this puts her off balance and her chest protrudes forward… mmmm, gorgeous. Next I fit her with thick leather ankle cuffs which I lock to a small spreader bar. I want every part of her completely helpless.
“Struggle for me Sadia” I command. She tests her bonds, the creaking sound of leather as she struggles in the single glove arm binder mixed with the clanking of the chains is delicious. I produce some metal nipple clamps connected with a chain about a metre long. “Let me go Mistress, I don’t like this!” I can sense the panic in her voice, showing me those pleading eyes once more. This just heightens my sexual excitement, I can feel my juices on my inner thighs, my clit throbs furiously. “I’ve had enough of your complaining young lady!” I snarl as I walk over to the black chest to gather more implements for her punishment.
“Open that pretty little mouth, my dear.” I force the large latex cock gag into her mouth, strapping it tightly at the back of her head. It contorts her face a little and her nostrils flare. How satisfying. I ignore her muffled protests as I fit the nipple clamps to her tender nipples. I thread the nipple chain through a link on the vertical chain she faces which ensures the nipple chain remains taut. I smile cruelly to myself, Christ I’m a sadist.
She watches as I carefully tape a bullet vibrator to the steel bar between her legs, close to her pussy. I press a button and the bullet bursts into life, the bar resonates its vibrations perfectly. Sadia thrashes about wildly, her body contorting, the nipple clamps biting viciously as she pulls against the chains, her back arching as the single glove arm binder holds her arms tightly behind her. Her breathing is now erratic and her breasts flush from excitement and the pain.
Her ordeal is not over…. “Sadia I want you to stand on your toes, be a good girl.” She glares at me whilst trying to keep her balance and reluctantly does as she’s told. I press the remote and the winches stir into life raising the metal bar once more so that it presses cruelly against her tender flesh. The spreader bar holding her ankles apart makes it all the more difficult for her to steady herself. I am almost panting now with excitement.
I stop the bullet vibrator and approach her, she reminds me of a new born fawn, all unsteady on her feet, so amusing. I grab her hair and pull a light grey Russian gas mask over her head, it makes her look almost alien, the large canister hanging at the front. I laugh cruelly as I see the terror in her eyes through the mask’s lenses and revel in the sound of her heavy breathing through the canister made all the more difficult by the cock gag filling her mouth.
My final piece of punishment for Sadia? Well this is the cherry on the cake. The lenses of her mask are starting to mist with condensation however I know she is watching as I fit two self-adhesive electrode pads to either end of the steel bar between her pussy. I hear a faint cry through the layers of latex adorning her face when I attach the wires from the pads to a tens machine which I have already set running. The device has 24 escalating strength settings, the electric current passes along the length of the metal bar to her delicate and already punished pussy. I set her on strength setting number 5 and restart the bullet vibe. Holy shit, she is suffering now.
