A New Direction · Part 3

A New Direction · Part 3 (3/3)
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Trying to keep up on her toes will be causing agonising pain in her calves, however if she tries to put her heels down this will cause her to crush her pussy harder against the metal bar. Her nipples and arms are cruelly stretched taught allowing her little movement as the shocking sensations to her pussy are relentless. The heady mix of pain versus pleasure namely the bullet vibe teasing her clit whilst the pressure of the bar and the shocks causing so much pain. Finally I approach her, tearing strips of gaffa tape from a roll I cover the lenses of her gasmask. “Sadia, I expect you are bitterly regretting playing with yourself in the shower now without my permission.

I realise this punishment is severe, however I must ensure you behave in future. I do so hope you are enjoying riding the bar as much as I am enjoying watching you.” I move one of the armchairs to face her and delight in watching her endure such a cruel punishment whilst rubbing my clit and touching my nipples. I am so excited at the sight of Sadia’s predicament, her extreme bondage and the torture to her pussy and nipples is exquisite. It takes very little time for me to climax, as I buck my hips and groan with pleasure leaving a sticky mess on the seat pad. Suddenly a wave of guilt crashes over me.

Have I gone too far this time??…+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The whole thing is sending me wild. Suspended on tiptoes with the vibrations running through the bar. The gag stifles any pleading on my part and I am distantly aware of things happening around me. The gasmask makes my breathing sound harsh and alien and even this is a turn on, enveloped in a world of my own. Cocooned within my own torment and very turned on. My nipples throb and I can feel my pulse in them. My pussy lips are either side of the bar and the pressure is on my clit. It should hurt but I’m so turned on it just arouses me more. I try and try to come, grinding on the bar but I just can’t….

She taunts me about deserving this punishment and it only turns me on more. Then, there are fingers at the mask and Lou is saying “I’m sorry, Sadia. I’m so sorry” The gasmask comes off and I see she has tears in her eyes. My heart sinks. I shake my head trying to tell her that I loved it, that I have loved everything we have done these past hours. She unbuckles the strap and eases out the cock, dripping with my saliva. She is cranking the bar down so I can stand and unsnapping the nipple clamps making me yelp with sudden pain and unfulfilled desire. All the while she kisses me and I try to reassure her. “It’s ok, it’s fine, really” I tell her “I love it.

I’ve loved everything, Lou” my hands are still contained in the single sleeve and I cannot hold her but I press my body to her as she frees me bit by bit. Her post climactic feelings are overwhelming her and she isn’t listening. Finally I am free and I take her in my arms shushing her and holding her tightly. “Lou, please” I say “look at me” I take her sweet face in both hands and tilt it up to look into my eyes. Finally she stills and I have her full attention.

“It’s been the most amazing experience ever” I tell her “I never dreamed we would be so well suited. All those drunken times as teenagers I wanted to tell you I had feelings for you… all those times I bit my tongue thinking you would be appalled by my desires.. the things that turn me on….” I am rambling, the words tumbling out and she stills the tide, calm possessing her once more.

She kisses me. Her mouth tastes sweet and warm and I melt into her arms. Our hands roam and play with each other’s bodies, open and frank and desirous. My pussy is dripping and she reaches between my thighs, making me gasp. She pinches my plump pubis between her fingers, delighting in it. We kiss in a sudden frenzy and lose sight of all time. Finally she takes me by the hand, my lover, and winks saucily. Hand in hand we go to the massage clinic and she climbs onto the table, beckoning for me to join her. There, in the morning glow of the early sun, the windows open and the sounds of the sea far below and the gulls, we make love.

We find each other’s erogenous places and stroke and probe and kiss and suckle. We taste every inch of the others skin. Her pussy tastes rich and clean and of a thousand complex variants of scent. It is her. It is the essence of her. I eat her unashamedly and she nudges and pushes me into a sixty nine. We lick and suck and fondle and wring every drop of pleasure, one from the other. Finally, sated and sleepy we collapse into each other’s arms. Within seconds we are asleep. I dream of her. Of her and restraints. Of her wearing them. I wake mid-morning and she is sleeping peacefully, a contented smile on her face. I am horny. Even the huge climax I had wasn’t enough.

She has lit a fire within me. One that has been hidden and denied for so long it cannot now be put out. It has taken over me. I consider for a while, staring down into her face. Her lips are parted; an innocent gesture but even that inflames me. I cast around with my eyes as I slide from under her arm and onto the floor. The chest is open from last night. Very careless….. I stroll over to it, noting her position. She is laying partially on her front. One arm is behind her and the other under her. I consider. I think it could be done easily. I think that turnabout is very much fair play on this occasion. Does she always play dominant or has she taken the submissive role before?

We’ll soon find out how much she likes to be in the restraints… I open the chest quietly and look inside. It’s a veritable treasure trove of restraint and punishment equipment. I keep one eye on Lou’s sleeping form as I rummage. All sorts of ideas come to my mind as I look through it. I select a pair of steel handcuffs and a gag that has a strap and a pouch on one side and a tube attached to a bulb at the other. An inflatable! My pussy clenches at the thought of her in these restraints. I approach her supine form and gently ease the arm that is under her out and behind. She eases onto her tummy and carries on sleeping. I pounce.

Clicking the cuffs onto her wrists, I ratchet them tight and she is mine. She begins to wake as I push the bulb into her mouth and pull the straps back and into the buckle, across the back of her dark hair. The red shows well in the sunlight and I am entranced at how the whole thing looks. The tightness of the straps, the sweet, pale curve of her neck beneath the hair. She is awake now and panicked. She pulls at the cuffs and tries to speak. I take the bulb and pump it a couple of times, making her squawk with alarm as the gag inflates in her mouth. Her cheeks bulge as she turns to face me, squirming off the massage table.

Her eyes are a mixture of fury and arousal that melts my heart and makes my knickers wet… I take her by the upper arm to steady her and pump the gag another twice until her cheeks bulge satisfyingly. “So, ‘Mistress’ Lou” I smile “I think you will find that the tables have been turned…..” She’s so angry, she actually stamps her foot in a gesture of petulance which makes me smile. I pinch one of her sweet, pouting nipples teasingly. I pick up the collar and leash and she begins to back away, her eyes widening alarmed. I present a stern gaze and my lips press together disapprovingly. “You will do as you are told young lady” I tell her, my voice cold.

She shakes her head again, but uncertainly this time. I want to tell her that this is just a game but I don’t want to spoil this electric mood with reassurances. We are best friends. Even the years apart fell away when we were reunited and she knows that she can trust me. Especially after what has happened to us in the past 24 hours. Defeated, she stills. Her eyes are furious but she allows me to put the collar on her. I take the leash and without a backward glance lead her from the room and upstairs to her bedroom. Her wardrobe is open to reveal a cornucopia of outfits in latex mainly. “Well, well…” I muse as I jerk down on the leash, bringing her to her knees beside me.

She kneels a little awkwardly, hands cuffed behind her back, but I offer no help. I am warming nicely to the Mistress role now. I ponder the things she did to me last night and it strengthens my resolve. I ignore her as I rummage through the clothing. My goodness. She must have been collecting for years! There are several different styles of catsuit, dresses and skirts, a hanger with pairs of gloves of different lengths on it, jackets, a military style uniform in red and black with epaulettes and a soviet type of insignia. On a shelf are hoods. There must be at least ten different types. “You are a kinky little slut” I address her, down at my feet where she belongs. I select a catsuit.

Black, gleaming rubber, ominous in the low light. Her eyes widen as I unfold it and lay it on the bed. She watches, rapt as I sit on the bed and begin to slide the tight rubber onto my naked body. As I pull it on, the delicious aroma of latex fills the air. It is tight and clings to me as I pull it on, easing into it and straightening the rubber as I go. My dominance seems to increase as I sheath my body in the tight garment and zip it from crotch to throat. I add a pair of short, tight gloves and spy the perfect set of boots; knee length and with spiked heels. I smile as I step into them and zip up. I leave her to inspect myself in the full length mirror.

My nipples crinkle erect in the cool, figure hugging latex. My pussy tingles. I present a formidable sight. Pulling my hair into a ponytail I turn to her and smile coldly. “So….’Mistress Lou’” I sneer “the boot is on the other foot now. I wonder what we should do with you….” She looks down and mumbles something, muffled and indistinct, reduced to nothing by the tight gag. “Let’s get you properly restrained shall we?” At the back of the wardrobe I spy something. It is a roll of black, shiny, pallet wrap. An incongruity here in a bedroom, even the bedroom of a hardcore fetishist. I smile, considering. An image comes to me.

Her, naked, wrapped from neck to toes in the pallet wrap, between my rubber clad thighs. No gag; I have use for that mouth of hers…+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

My head is awash with emotions… anger, apprehension and excitement. As I kneel on the floor before her I am mesmerised by Sadia’s transformed demeanour, the catsuit clings to every sensual curve of her well-toned body. With her hair tied back her eyes are gleaming.. mischievously. I can feel my pussy getting wet once more.

This is most out of character for me, I have never submitted sexually to anyone, my dominant streak dictates that I always remain in control. However, Sadia seems to have given me little choice… I am finding this role reversal rather exhilarating.

“Get up slut!” she barks. I struggle to my feet, the steel cuffs are chafing my wrists, suddenly she releases me. “Lou, stay still whilst I wrap you up nice and tight, however first I think you need a little something to focus your mind.” My heart sinks as I watch her produce my spiked breast binder from the wood chest. She fits the two 3 inch round leather plates carefully over my nipples and areola, the tiny pins dig cruelly into my flesh. The long one inch wide leather strap that they are connected to is pulled tight and buckled against my back. A muffled yelp escapes my gagged lips.

“Mmmm, that looks delicious subbie Lou… comfortable??” she sneers.

I am astounded by her change of character, she seemed so sweet, almost innocent when we first chatted in my clinic. “Arms tightly by your sides!” She begins binding my upper torso, taking her time she moves the pallet wrap around my body keeping each wrap so tight. My arms are already pinned to my sides however she continues to wrap me over and over with ever increasing tightness. The wrap crinkles against my skin, the sensation of restriction is so new to me but it’s liberating to be relinquishing control to this sexy woman. As she continues to wrap my upper body the pressure of the breast binder plates increases tenfold.

I look at her with pleading eyes whilst trying to mumble through the gag. “Oh dear Lou, aren’t you enjoying your nipple punishment, such a shame” Sadia giggles as I watch her pump my gag a few more times. She approaches me, her hands smooth out the creases in the pallet wrap cinched against my torso as she plants kisses on my gag. I can feel my face flush, the desire in her eyes is still there. Her hand wanders down my belly to between my thighs, my pussy is swollen. She rubs her finger along my slit, my breathing is getting more erratic, the arousal building. I watch as she returns once more to the wood chest for more items to punish and tease me.

It takes her little effort to push a vibrating egg up my pussy, my juices allowing it to slip easily into place. “Ooh that was very easy subbie Lou, are you enjoying yourself, tut tut, we can’t have that.” She snaps on a pair of black latex gloves and delights in lubing up a large metal butt plug, of course she had to have chosen the largest in my collection. I wince as her fingers probe my crinkled hole, she eases it in and slowly fucks my arse. She grins as she slowly pushes the plug into place, its cool surface makes my insides tense making it harder to accept fully in my tight hole. My muffled protests are ignored.

She continues to bind my body tightly with the pallet wrap until I look like a black shiny cocoon. The feeling of restriction is overwhelming, the tightness across my chest not helped by the stiff leather breast binder strap is making me feel breathless. My body is sweating from the plastic wrap, I try to move my legs but I remain motionless. However, she is still not satisfied and I watch in horror as she takes a roll of gaffa tape and wraps it in bands just below my knees, thighs, stomach and chest. “Let’s get you comfortable!” It takes her little effort to push my tightly wrapped body onto the bed and ease my head onto a pillow.

She attaches pieces of black rope to the D rings on my collar either side of my neck and knots them to each end of the headboard. I glare at her but she just giggles. She is enjoying herself and I have no idea what she has in store for me. Further rope is wrapped around my ankles and then pulled tight to the bottom posts of the bed. “Struggle for me darling” she teases as I make a futile attempt to move, the rope means I am fixed laying in the middle of the bed unable to lift my head or legs. The vibrating egg is driving me wild, my pussy’s involuntary spasms becoming ever stronger. I can feel my juices dripping down my legs whilst the metal plug cruelly stretches my tight hole.

She sits astride me, her expression is so smug, like a hunter gloating over her trapped prey. Her hands roam my body, teasing out yet more of the pallet wrap winkles. “Now my darling it’s time for payback!” She finally removes the pump gag, it’s such a relief, my jaw was aching so much from the hugely inflated bulb. “Come on Sadia, I think you’ve had your fun, release me at once!” I glare at her, secretly hoping that she won’t succumb to my defiance. Although I’m in agony from the breast binder and frustrated by the vibrating egg edging me I am intrigued as to what she has planned for me next. It all becomes clear.

She positions her crotch above my face as I watch her masturbate, sliding two fingers along her crack and then inserting them into her juicy pussy. Her scent is intoxicating, my nipples harden against the tiny spikes of the breast binder however this proves ever more painful. “Suck them!” She commands as she forces her sticky fingers into my mouth. I curl my tongue around her digits, licking and sucking each one diligently, savouring the delicious taste of her cunt. Her eyes widen, I can sense her arousal building.

“Get licking… bitch!!” Without warning she sits on my face and grinds her pussy against my mouth. I feel smothered by her and try desperately to suck air into my nostrils. My tongue explores her pussy, writhing with pleasure she smears her juices all over my face. I hear her panting so move my attentions to her clit hood, teasing it with my tongue until I feel her rock hard nub.

I flick my tongue over her clit, lightly at first then with more pressure, her moans and panting getting ever louder. “Faster slut!” The hoarseness in her voice tells me she is close to climaxing. I increase the pace, my tongue flicking her clit as fast as I can manage with the weight of her smothering my face as I gasp for air. Suddenly her body tenses.

"Arghhhh!!" After being edged last night whilst she was trapped in the latex body bag Sadia finally gets the release she has so badly craved. Her body contorts as she rides my face, smearing juices in my hair. My tongue darts in and out of her cunt feeling it clamp and pulse.

After a few minutes her body calms and I can hear her breathing returning to normal. She dismounts my face and undoes my collar, easing me up so I am sitting.

Her eyes soften and she smiles as she leans in to kiss me, brushing my hair away from my face that is wet from her juices. Her lips feel amazing, so soft and sensual, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. In that moment I feel completely hers…. totally hers.

From my bedside table she takes a bottle of water and offers it to my lips. I gulp it down, I'm so thirsty from eating her pussy and dehydrated from sweating profusely in the pallet wrap.

"Thank you… er… mistress. Are you going to let me go now?" I make my best attempt at looking submissive, it's not something that comes naturally to me, it feels rather odd.

"Hmmm. Well I'll think about that subbie Lou whilst I'm freshening up and making a snack. All this face fucking has made my hungry."

I watch as she pulls out one of the most formidable latex hoods from my wardrobe. It is made of heavy gauge five millimetre thick latex and has a moulded contoured face. The hood also covers the neck with just two nose holes and an internal butterfly pump gag. It's one of my most severe head trips… my heart starts pounding.

"Let's get this nice and snug" She pulls the front of the hood to my face. The crudely shaped eye sockets mate with my own as she lines up the nose holes and pushes the gag into my mouth. As she laces the back of the hood the feeling of enclosure is overwhelming. She smooths down the neck area of the hood and then pushes me to lie down once more.

I feel her reattach my collar over the neck part of the hood making it all the more claustrophobic. She adjusts the ropes to either post of the headboard so I can no longer move again.

"Well Lou, time I left you to contemplate your treatment of me last night!” I feel her attach a bulb to the mouth valve on the hood and start pumping. The butterfly gag expands and fills every corner of my mouth. It's so huge but when I begin to gag she stops pumping. My jaw aches once more. My nostrils suck greedily for air through the tiny holes of the hood. I let out a muffled whimper.

Using a remote she turns the speed up on the buzzing egg inside me driving me wild. I so desperately need to cum. I try to writhe but the severe bondage holds me motionless.

I feel her hands caressing my breasts as she searches through the plastic wrap for the binder’s spiked plates where she applies further pressure. This makes the needles dig even harder into my sensitive nipples and a faint sob escapes my gagged lips.

“Hush darling, I’ll be back soon” she whispers.

Then silence…

My pussy twitches in the tight rubber and I stand in the doorway looking at my bound prize. She is so delicious, so sexy and my mind reels with the suddenness of this all. My wildest dreams have come true.

I wonder how we will carry this on. We are both in relationships and are committed to them. My fingers play lightly on my sheathed pussy and I lean back against the doorframe and play with myself as I watch her there, cruelly bound on the bed. Despite only just climaxing I am ready for another. She really brings out my inner slut.

I watch her tummy. The ripples from the egg in her cunt are there for the informed eye to see. She writhes in her bonds, making very little impact on them, a slight rocking is all she can manage.

My heart melts as her first orgasm hits her. She grunts softly into the gag which stuffs her mouth. I bite my lip and use her pleasure to fuel my own. My fingers rubbing over the tight rubber, I seek the bud between my labia and hitting the spot triggers me and I tense and experience a thrill of passion and excitement explode through me. I seek to be quiet as I come and manage it. Slowly the pleasure subsides and I am able to stand up without leaning on the frame of the door.

I walk off on shaky legs and down the stairs, leaving my lover (my lover!!) to more orgasms.

As I sit in the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil I consider. A new chapter has begun for us both. My life won’t ever be the same. Nor will hers. We have a lifetime of fantasies and daydreams to catch up on. I remember the amount of equipment she has and shiver at the thought of using each and every one of those toys and restraints and outfits on her and her on me.

Fortune has played an amazing hand here and I will never seek to ruin what has been given me with Lou.

I make some tea in the pot I find in the cupboard next to the kettle and finding a tray I add a plate of biscuits.

Ten minutes later we are naked and lying in the bed in each other’s arms. Her head is cradled against my bosom and I am feeding her biscuits as she lays against me. She has opened the window and outside the gulls are calling and fresh sea air comes in to us, carrying the smell of salt and the promise of adventure.

“Thank you, darling” I whisper.

I can sense her lips curving into a smile. She clasps my hand in hers. She turns and I lean in and our lips meet. We embrace and she pulls me down on her. Our hands roam and explore each other’s bodies. As we roll on the bed, a sense of joyous naughtiness overtaking us, I sense her reaching out and pulling at something. I open my eyes and see a large ball gag hanging on its strap from her hand.

She pushes the ball between my lips and I accept it into my mouth, adjusting my jaws to accommodate its size. Already a feeling of submissiveness is sweeping across me and I blink at her, batting my eyelashes as she pulls the straps tight, then tighter before buckling them.

“Your turn, sexy” she whispers into my ear as her fingers find my nipple, pinching then twisting it.

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