Helping Hand · Part 1

Helping Hand · Part 1 (1/2)
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Just a minute, I'll be right back "Just a minute, I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!" This last was accompanied by an impish grin, that I think only my wife could pull off without looking evil. Of course, I wasn't going anywhere. I wiggled my hands against the straps a bit anyway, just to show willing. "That's right, you're staying right there. I just need to sort something out."

I wanted to ask Julie what could possibly be so important that it would require leaving me naked, alone, secured to the chair she'd strapped me to, but the large ball-gag in my mouth made that impossible. I managed a "gug-gah?", but she just smiled, and skipped out of the room. The short, frilly skirt she was wearing flipped up to give me just a little flash of her perfect buttocks on the way out, before the door closed behind her.

I had another go at struggling against my bonds, just to take stock of my position. I didn't really want to get free, I couldn't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be than helpless at the hands of my wife. We'd been married exactly a year now, she knew all about my kinky predilections, and shared most of them. We both enjoyed tying each other up, and being tied up, and even before we were married we'd shared our passion for restraint. Always until now though it had been in a fairly limited way – we didn't have the money for the sort of elaborate gear that you read about on the Internet. When we'd shared our kinkiest fantasies though, they'd always involved a dungeon of some sort or another, stocked to the gunnels with chains, ropes, and furniture of all shapes and sizes to be tied down to.

Much like the chair to which I was currently strapped. Whereas at home we would make do with some ropes and a kitchen chair, this one was far more suitable for the purpose of securing someone to play with them. Padded with soft, black leather, the high back and straight sides against which my body was pressed were solid and unyielding. My arms we held straight, and firmly attached to the edges of the chair back with several thick leather straps, and buckled tightly. Despite the gentle padding of the cuffs, there was no give in their hold.

Similar straps held my ankles and calves to the front legs of the chair, and as if they weren't enough, straps extending from the seat of the chair just by my crotch held my thighs firmly down and apart, leaving my dick thoroughly exposed. To complete the set, straps at my midriff and chest held my back tight to the back of the chair, and a final strap was closed around my neck. This last wasn't tight like the others, thankfully, but if I struggled like I was now, it left no doubt that my head was as secure as the rest of me, and the only thing straining against it would get me would be shortness of breath.

So yes, this room, this dungeon, it looked pretty close to the dungeons of our fantasies, or mine at least. Two of the walls were lined with cupboards and shelves, and hooks from which dangled equipment more diverse than I'd seen even on the catalogue pages of the kinky sex shops. The room itself was filled with various bits of furniture: tables, crosses, stocks, that you might expect in a dungeon; none of which I'd ever had a chance to play with before.

Mistress Emerald True to her word, Julie was back soon enough. As the door to the room opened I could hear her in conversation. "…helpless and taken advantage of, you know?"

"Oh yes, I understand." This last was a voice I didn't recognise. An accent, Canadian maybe? The soft timbre and breathy deepness spoke with sultry confidence. As Julie came into the room I could see this other woman behind her. Taller than Julie, although not by much, her outfit just screamed dominatrix. Simple black knee length leather boots drew my eyes up her legs, to a mid length black skirt in shiny black material that could only be latex rubber. It clung tightly to her, with a split up the side allowing her toned legs movement. A stiff, boned corset in black leather held her ample curves in check, and pushed a magnificent pair of full breasts up and almost out at the top. I noticed her slender fingers, accentuated by the black elbow length latex gloves she wore, against tight against her skin and flawlessly smooth.

Without thinking about it, I struggled again at the straps. Who was this woman? Julie and I had never discussed bringing other people into our play sessions, and certainly not a dominatrix! I didn't fancy getting chained up and whipped by anyone, although Julie and I had joked about her doing it to me once or twice. We both liked playing submissive more, so when it was our turn to play dominant, things usually stayed pretty light hearted. To be honest, half of the time we'd get so horny and distracted at the sight of the other all tied up that we skipped past the role playing and straight to the copious and frantic sex. Was Julie hoping to change that with a proper dominatrix?

"Here he is, still struggling away," Julie cooed, smiling. The other woman was giving me appraising looks, and nodding. Julie must have seen the uncertain look on my face, because she was quick to reassure. "Don't worry my darling, this is Mistress Emerald. These are her dungeons we're renting. And she's just here to lend a helping hand, not to run the show."

"That's right David, as I told your charming wife when she arranged this, I like to make sure my tenants enjoy their time in my little playrooms, and that I would provide any help she might like. Some things are just easier with some extra, hands-on, help." The way she stressed "hands-on" ever so slightly sent a little shiver down my back.

I looked back into Julie's eyes as she approached the chair and leaned in so that her face was close to mine. "So just remember, I'm in control here, so just sit back and enjoy the fact that you're helpless to resist me." I nodded, conscious of the fact that this angle afforded me the most delightful view down her cleavage. My eyes must have flickered down to her breasts, because she leaned back and cupped them together. The tight purple latex bustier she was wearing already pushed them together most delightfully. "Oh yes, you like these, don't you? I bet you'd love to touch them, or to lick them, wouldn't you?" I nodded again, and my semi-hard cock gave an involuntary twitch. Julie saw that, and crooned, "Oh that's just delightful!" She leaned in and grasped my cock, gently but firmly. "We shall have to make some good use of that.

Climbing on Top She turned away towards Mistress Emerald, who was smiling knowingly as she watched our little play. "I don't even think he needs the bondage to be honest, he likes me in this outfit so much. I bought it specially for this treat."

She was probably right, although not that I was complaining about the bondage. When she'd surprised me in the hotel room earlier, coming out of the shower to find her dressed up in this sexy purple bustier, with matching frilly skirt, and thigh length stockings, all in sexy skin-tight latex, I was sure I was going to have a heart attack from how quickly the blood drained from the rest of my body into my cock. She'd danced around and bent over to give me a view of the fact that the outfit didn't come with panties.

She'd even let me push my rock hard dick inside her to feel how wet she was, but just for a brief moment before jumping away and telling me that I had to wait for my proper surprise. I thought I was going to explode with pent up excitement, but managed to somehow pack my junk inside my trousers for long enough for her to bring me here. There had been no hints on the building outside as to what wonders it contained, and even the softly lit lobby area with its richly upholstered couches and lush art gave no obvious hints as to its kinky purpose.

It was only when she'd led inside this dungeon room itself, and ordered me out of my clothes before securing me to the chair, that I had a chance to appreciate what she'd brought me to. Our anniversary present was to be fulfilment of some of our kinky fantasies, and she was going to make sure that she made the most of it.

"It is a delightful outfit my dear, very flattering for you. I'm not sure that I would have picked something with, shall we say, such easy access? But then I've always been one to make them work for it."

Julie cocked her head to one side in thought, and replied, "I suppose. I guess I'm just too impatient!" Her mischievous grin said it all.

"Well in that case my dear, shall we get started?" Julie's answering nod was suitably eager. "Then come over here."

She led Julie over to one of the cabinets by the side. Some were open, displaying various straps, chains, whips and other kinky devices. This one was closed, but Emerald opened a drawer and pulled out something leather, but hard to identify. It certainly had plenty of straps and buckles though. In a brisk tone, she instructed Julie to turn around, and put her arms behind her. Julie quickly complied, crossing her wrists behind her. "Not quite my dear," Emerald chuckled, taking Julie's wrists and pulling them further up her back, as if folding her arms behind her. The leather contraption was smoothly applied to her forearms, and it became clear its function.

Straps held Julie's forearms together behind her back, trapped in a tube of leather; extra straps secured the device to her upper arms so she couldn't wriggle free. She was a naturally limber woman, a fact that I'd taken advantage of more than once, so she could still lift her arms from her back, but not very far. I could see her testing the limits of her movement, and her fingers, poking out of either end of the tube wiggled to see if there was any slack. Clearly there wasn't though, and the smile on Julie's face showed she liked it that way.

The mistress gently took a hold of Julie's chin and raised it so that she was looking up into her face. The look of mischievous defiance in her face made me hot, but Emerald faced her down with confidence. She reached into another drawer and retrieved a gag, which she held up to Julie's head. Without hesitation, my wife opened her mouth wide, ready to receive the gag. A bulbous, black knob was pushed between her lips, holding her mouth open wide. Quickly Emerald buckled it behind Julie's head, and then secured the panel on the front. I'd seen the style of gag before, but only on the 'net, a bishop gag. The effect was to leave the lower part of my wife's face covered with tight black leather, pressed firmly against her cheeks and chin. I knew how much Julie liked being gagged, so she must have been getting into it; her eyes closed as she gave herself over to the feelings.

A hand pressed into Julie's back guided her back towards me. Julie's eyes locked with mine as she approached, and my cock twitched again at the vision before me. Her lithe figure looked, with arms behind her back her perky breasts pushed outwards and strained against her bustier. As they reached me, Mistress Emerald reached past and grasped my firm manhood. "Nice and hard, good." Julie swung a leg over my lap, pressing her stomach against my chest and staring intently down into my eyes. As she lowered herself down onto me, I could feel Emerald's gloved hands guiding my cock to the right spot.

Julie held herself just above, teasing the head of my cock with her pussy. I could feel her slick wetness, ready for me to slip inside. But still she held off, slipping just over my manhood and then rising back up again. Not for a moment did she break eye contact. My whole body ached to be inside her, but the straps held me firmly down, and I couldn't move so much as an inch to get further inside her.

"Good girl, it's always more fun to tease them." Mistress Emerald's face appeared just behind Julie's ear, and she spoke in a low voice that just oozed sexuality. "But it's time to finish the job." Julie looked back at her, and then quite suddenly, dropped her slick pussy right down onto me, impaling herself on my rigid cock. She threw her head back and let out a long, guttural moan of pleasure, just as I stiffened against all of my restraints.

Emerald smiled a wicked smile, and reached down to Julie's legs. It was difficult to see what she was doing, but as Julie's weight settled on my upper thighs, I realised that she was lifting her legs from the floor. The sound of a buckle being fastened made it clear – she was strapping my wife's legs, so that her ankles were held firmly by her thighs. Julie squirmed a bit to make herself more comfortable, and the sensations it generated in my groin were just incredible. Finally, a longer strap was fastened around Julie's shoulders, wrapped around my upper arms and behind the seat back.

With that, Julie was almost as helpless as me, and her expression showed she knew it. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she squirmed around to enjoy the sensations. I could feel my cock buried deep inside her, as her hot wet cunt shifted around. As her muscles twitched with the effort of moving around, I could feel her contract around me, massaging my most sensitive area.

A Little Extra "Oh yes, that's quite a delightful vision." Mistress Emerald had stepped back to admire her handiwork. "How does it feel?" Julie's head, leant back as she revelled in the sensations, nodded vigorously as she moaned. "Good, good," Emerald said, "but I still think there might be something missing." Julie shook her head languorously, and continued to lean back as much as the strap would let her, stretching and straining against it while grinding her pussy into my crotch.

I too was lost in the sensations, so I wasn't aware that she'd reappeared behind Julie until I felt my wife twitch convulsively and saw her eyes go wide. "Nwhaaa?" she exclaimed through the gag.

Emerald's voice came from behind Julie, "It's all right my dear, you were just lacking the final piece of the entertainment, I'll take care of it." Julie was shaking her head, eyes frantic, and moaning into her gag. It really was quite effective, because very little noise came out. I couldn't tell what the dominatrix was doing, but I could tell her hands were working away near my crotch. Julie's moaning continued, and I started to feel something unusual, Julie's pussy was twitching and convulsing around my cock. Then I felt something more, and I understood – Emerald was playing with my wife's ass, working her fingers around and inside her tight little hole.

Helping Hand · Part 1 (1/2)
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