Fiction Chastity Girl

[Tobbe]

Chastity Girl

A chastity belted woman is taken out on a date, and finds herself in a series of predicaments. [A quick story written for a friend by Tammad Rimilia; told in first person and with erratic tense, but still entertaining.] Tammad lived in the Baltimore area and wrote extensively on BDSM, Chastity and he was the Japanese rope bondage expert. Tragically, Tammad was killed in an auto accident in Nov. 20, 2000. His website (Tammad Rimilia, Gentleman Barbarian) survived for a few years but then disappeared.


We're staying in a nice hotel, and I've invited you out to very nice restaurant, although I don't say which one. I ask you to dress in the new velvet cocktail dress I just got for you. It's off the shoulder, ends just above the knee, lined, with spaghetti tube-straps.

You smile and say "Sounds great, Sir!" and start taking off what you'd been wearing out by the pool. When you've taken off everything you can you look at me very hopefully. I'd locked you in your chastity belt before you'd even caught your breath after our morning's lovemaking, and you'd even had to shower in it and hang out by the pool stuck in street clothes. You knew better than to ask.

I grin and pull you close for a kiss and a tender caress, chuckling softly in your ear when I detect your non-too-subtle exploration of the state of my hard-on with your hip. I murmur "I'm more than ready to take you back to bed, darling, but I'm hungry, and tonight we're going to have a civilized dinner together. You know how hot I get seeing you locked in that thing, I'm going to be lusting after you all dinner. Now be a dear and get dressed. Oh, and tonight you get no undergarments. You'll be wearing your black velvet choker, your black full-length gloves, and your heels with the buckling ankle strap. I think those shoes look just so hot on you!" I grin and kiss you again. "You can bring along a clutch purse, but only with makeup in it; everything else stays in the room."

You retreat into the bathroom to do lady things, and I dress in a dark suit. When you re-emerge you look ravishing, just enough eye makeup to look striking but not slutty. I sigh in admiration. "Darling, you are the most beautiful woman on the planet; I'm so lucky to have found you!" I stride over to you and gather you in my arms for a heartfelt hug, careful not to muss your makeup. After long moments I let you go. "One last thing. Lift the hem of your skirt up to your chest."

You look down at the floor whispering "Yes Sir", and comply, your motions elegant and maddeningly erotic.

"Good, glad to see you haven't escaped your little bit of jewelery for the evening."

I place my hand on your bare hip and you instinctively move your legs apart, wobbling just a bit in the high heels. "My body is open for you, Sir."

"You are just SO hot, darling" I whisper softly, sliding my fingertip ever so slowly over the lips which you're protruding through the metal.

You know better than to hide your reactions from me, and soon you are breathing a bit more heavily. An occasional sharp intake of air or soft moan tells everything.

"Darling, I want you, I want you badly" I whisper, my fingers continuing to bedevil you. "And I want you to be wanting me too. Wanting me badly. Wanting me, and knowing you can't have me. Baby, tonight I don't want you to just look sexy, I want you to become lust incarnate, I want you to radiate desire in every direction. When we step into a room I want every man in the place to pop a hard-on and wish he was me. I want every man to know that all you're thinking about is making love to me. Think I can get you that hot?"

You whisper shakily "You already have, Sir! Please, take me now?"

I give your earlobe a soft kiss, then turn and pull the key to the chastity belt from my pocket, put it in the ashtray by the lamp. "This key" I say significantly, "is staying here." I pick up your purse, check it for unauthorized contents, smile approvingly, and move to the door. Opening it just a crack I check the hallway, then open it fully and extend my hand to you. "After you, my lady."

You look confused for a second because you're still holding up your skirt, but you know better than to keep me waiting, and I hadn't said to lower it, so you blush bright red with embarrassment and step out into the hall of the hotel, looking nervously both ways. You shiver with relief when you observe the hallway is empty.

"Please precede me to the elevator, my lady" I say, locking the room. I can tell you're still very nervous, but you start walking. After we've gone halfway down the hall I murmur "You have a very sexy behind, sweet lady. The memory of this stroll will be haunting me the rest of the evening. You are so exquisite!"

You murmur "Thank you Sir", but I can see the blush rising in your skin again.

When we get to the elevator doors I have you stand facing the first one, but make no move to push the call button. Instead, I stand beside you and rest one hand on the back of your leg, the other I place on the inside of your thigh. You move to give me more room down there. "Wider" I say, and you teeter to spread your legs much wider. I'm pleased that despite the difficulty for you to attain that pose in your heels, I don't have to repeat my command. "Who do you belong to?" I ask softly.

You raise your eyes to meet mine and smile. "I belong to you, Master. Totally."

I smile back, and cup your obscenely exposed labia possessively for a moment. "Yes, you're all mine. Do you trust me?"

You shiver just a bit, and nod. "Yes Sir, I trust you. I'll obey your every order; I'd follow you to the ends of the earth, Sir!"

"And that's why I love you" I say with feeling, leaning forward to push the elevator call button. "Tell me what you're feeling; you may speak freely." I put my hand back between your legs, indulging myself, playing lightly with your exposed labia.

"I can't believe you're asking me to do this, Sir! I'm exposing myself in the hallway of an expensive hotel! It's a good thing nobody has seen me like this! This is making me really nervous, Sir."

I smile happily. "Good. You look sexy when you're nervous. I'm really delighted at how obedient you're being, in spite of being nervous. You're the best slavegirl on the planet!"

As you start to smile back at me, I add "Besides, who says nobody can see you?" I point upwards. "Smile up at that security camera, darling, and make it good."

"Whaa..?" you start to say, blushing furiously all the way down to the roots of your hair. I can tell that you almost rebel, but then you give me one indecipherable look, take a deep breath, and force yourself to smile up at the camera.

"Now blow them a kiss and say 'I love him' very slowly, so they can read your lips."

You shoot me a distraught look, but obediently turn back to face the camera. Unbidden, you raise your dress up even higher and teeter precariously with your legs still widely spread before blowing the camera a slow exaggerated kiss. Voice low and sultry, you start to say "I love..." when just then the elevator bell rings.

"Lower dress, stand straight" I command in an urgent whisper.

"...him" you say, looking scared shitless as you struggle to stand up; yanking your hem downwards. The doors rumble open and an elderly couple brushes past us, moving quickly. As soon as they turn the corner you raise an eyebrow in question.

I shrug, grinning. "Hem up again, into the elevator." You hesitate only a fraction of a second, then expose yourself to me and the camera again and walk gracefully into the elevator. I step in behind you and push the button for the lower garage while you back up against the far wall, totally flustered. I don't give you a moment to regain your composure. Even before the doors have closed I turn and push you harshly into the corner, lifting your legs up onto the thick brass railings as I drop to one knee, pinning you into the corner as I brush my lips against your labia. "Mmmmm!" I murmur, licking you slowly and enthusiasticly. Your moans of arousal start deepening, and I do everything I can to push you further.

You watch the elevator indicator through half slitted eyes, making no attempt to control your soft moans of lust. You grip the brass rail tightly, even though my hands still pin you into the corner.

Ding!

I surge upward to stand, grasping your exposed waist in my strong grip as you unsteadily lower your legs to the floor and try to stand. I help you regain your footing as the doors roll open. "Lower your hem and follow me."

Panting, you look aroused, frustrated. Smoothing down your dress, you whisper "I'll do anything you want, Master," and start walking, being careful to keep a pace behind and to my left.

Some distance outside the elevator I drop back and offer you my elbow, which you gratefully accept. Placing my other hand atop yours, I escort you to my car, grinning. The big gloomy concrete parking garage echos cavernously. I set a slow pace in consideration for the extreme height of your heels, and we walk in silence for a minute. I can see the emotions flitting across your face.

"Master, your slave requests permission to speak freely" you say suddenly, using the proper form I had taught you.

I grin, wondering which of several possible outbursts were going to come out, and nod.

"I love you Sir, but you're a bastard!" you said with feeling "Every security guard in the hotel is going to be leering at me for the rest of our stay here! How could you?", then falling silent with apprehension.

I chuckled softly. "They probably will. But it doesn't matter. Tomorrow after your shower if I ordered you to go walk out and kneel by the elevators, stark naked and dripping wet, and smile up at that camera, would you do it? Continue to speak freely."

You thought about it for a moment. "Yes, I'd do it Sir, but I'd be scared shitless the whole time! It frightens me -- so much could go wrong."

"And why would you do it?"

You grin shakily at me. "Because it turns me on when you order me around, Sir, and because I trust you. You've said you'd always protect me, and you always have."

"Good answer. And if I walked up behind you and pushed you to the floor and started fucking you on the floor in front of the elevator, would you try and stop me?"

Your sunny smile returned. "Absolutely not Sir, I know I'm never allowed to deny you. I think it's so hot that you just take me whenever and wherever you want. I'll never refuse you, Sir. Besides, your cock would be a nice distraction from my being scared!"

Holding the car door open for you, I steady you with my other hand as you get in. "You are the most perfect woman in the whole world, darling! I thank the Lord daily for having brought you to me!" Before closing the door I hand you something very small. "Please hold this." Getting in the other side, I start the engine and drive carefully up the ramp, noting with pleasure that you pulled your dress up in behind so you weren't sitting on it, per my standing orders when wearing no panties. "Wet?" I enquire merrily.

You sigh happily. "Soaking, Sir. Shit was I scared!! And I can't *believe* what you did in the elevator! You really *are* a bastard, you know that! I'm so incredibly horny right now." You lift your dress away from your lap and tug at the metal straps thus revealed. "Are you *really* sure this thing doesn't come off, Sir? I wish you would pull off the road and fuck me, right now. How on earth can you expect a girl to sit still through dinner in such a state? You drive me crazy with your tongue!"

I laughed. "You'll manage somehow, darling. It's not like you have any choice -- you're locked in for the duration. Relax, no woman ever died of horniness. Since I didn't bring the key, none of your world-class cock teasing is going to get you laid one second sooner. Remember, I want you radiating lust at dinner tonight."

You shake your head in amusement. "That won't be a problem, Sir." As I reach over to slide my hand back and forth across the waistband of your chastity belt, you groan and whisper "God how I love being controlled by you, Sir!"

Along the way, I casually ask "Do you know what you're holding?"

You look at it, puzzled. "No Sir" you say sweetly.

"It's a part from that security camera. I deactivated it. Trust me."

Your eyes wide, you nodded. "Yes Sir. It's sometimes difficult to do, but I'll always trust you!" Your eyes radiated gratitude. Nobody had seen.

Arriving at the restaurant, you are dismayed to find that there is valet parking, forcing you to display a quick flash of ass as the valet helps you up out of the deep bucket seat. I'm amazed at the size of the wet spot, and move around to take your arm. Moving towards the door I whisper "Well done, your first admirer is lusting after you!"

You give a frustrated groan, and whisper "You really *are* a bastard. Sir."

With a sparkle in my eyes but steel in my voice I whisper back "If you don't stop calling me that you'll be out there in the parking lot showing him a lot more than a flash of leg, understand?"

"Yes Sir". Said meekly, but while brushing against me seductively.

"Minx!"

We're shown to our table. The restaurant is decadently luxurious, a bit past it's prime, but I can see that we'll have a superb view of the sunset over the water from out booth, which is why I picked it. I have the waiter rearrange our table so that you are sitting on the same side as I am, sandwiched between me and the window. I whisper "raise your skirt up like in the car, I don't want you walking around with a big wet spot on the back of your dress!"

You blush furiously as you lift up the fabric, giving the waiter a big flash of leg and the curve of your ass as you hastily slide in across the leather covered bench. I snuggle in next to you, and murmur "Enjoying the feel of the leather?"

You groan softly and nod. "Yes Sir. This is really embarrassing me, Sir, my mother would be petrified!" You bite your lower lip and tremble for a moment. "Sir, I'm afraid I've made a wet spot already."

I grin. "Then slide slowly front and back over it. Let the wet leather caress your privates."

You make small motions, hoping not to be noticed, and I notice that almost immediately your gaze becomes unfocused, turned inward.

I enjoy watching you for a minute or two, drinking in the very soft sound of your moans forming deep in your throat. "You did well, darling. Every guy in the place is lusting after you. Those two guys in Navy whites are bulging quite obscenely."

You shot a quick glance over to the bar, saw what I said was true, and groaned even more needily, all the time continuing to move your hips seductively.

The waiter came by and I ordered appetizers, dinner, and a white wine while you continued to be distracted, and distracting.

"Good girl" I whispered softly when he had gone, "you may stop now. Excellent display of obedience just now, I'm very proud of you! Oh, by the way, you really got to the waiter, he was staring at you." I grinned in admiration at your deep red blush.

"You know that he thinks you're a slut, don't you?"

"I'm sure he does" you say, coloring again. "You're embarrassing me terribly, Sir."

"Why? You are a slut, you're my slut, aren't you?"

You pout, just for a second. "Yes Sir, I've given myself to you, completely, and I'll do whatever you want. But this isn't easy for me, you have to understand that. Your training me to be your slavegirl has been really hot, but that was all in private. Being slutty out in public is difficult for me. I'll do it for you, Sir. I want to make you totally happy."

I smiled. "You do, sweet lady, you do."

As the appetizers were served we could both see the waiter sneaking side looks at you; your embarrassment only made me smile more. "Nice view you have here" I said to the waiter, giving him a wink.

Throughout dinner I took every opportunity to touch you, to gently stroke your hair, to rest my palm on your thigh, to trace a fingertip lightly across your arm. Not engaging in any public display of affection too out of keeping for a nice restaurant, but enough to show you again and again how desirable you are to me. Enough to keep you squirming in your seat.

After dinner, heading back to the front, every male eye following us out, I whisper "when you get in the car, settle yourself in properly. Don't be afraid to show the valet your ass, you've got a nice one. Flaunt it at him. And if he says anything to you, anything at all, ask him how he likes your chastity belt. Understand?"

Trembling again, you nod yes.

"Relax, you'll never see him again. Will you obey? Answer in words."

"Yes Master" you say, sounding scared.

Out front the car is waiting, and it's the same young man. It's dark outside, except for the subdued shrubbery lights. When he sees you approaching he opens the door, and licks his lips, perhaps in nervousness. His eyes roam all over you. Long before you reach the car he blurts out "Did you enjoy your dinner tonight, Ma'am?" in a squeaky voice.

You look at me for reassurance and I nod yes. Suddenly emboldened, you smile at him, lean forward and flip up the hem of your dress, mooning him as you lean into the car to put your purse into the foot-well. His eyes get big and he licks his lips nervously again, not sure what to say. Standing, turning to face him before lowering yourself into the car, you gather all the fabric of your dress over your left hip, exposing your metal-covered crotch to him. Smiling up at him you sweetly "Take a good look, then please help me in."

"Um, right away, Ma'am" he mumbles, helping you into the car.

Settling into your seat, you make no attempt to cover your legs. "Do you like my chastity belt, boy?"

"Um, yes Ma'am, um, I don't know Ma'am" stammers, obviously embarrassed by the situation and the way his voice is squeaking.

"It's locked, you know" you say, pulling your feet in and settling back, "and neither of us has the key."

"Um, you don't Ma'am?" he asked weakly.

"No", you answered primly, "we don't. And I think every woman should wear one out on dates, to keep us safe from horny teenagers like you. Even if it did make this a most frustrating dinner! Now close the door, please."

"Um, yes Ma'am, right away Ma'am!" When he came around to my side I gave him a big tip.

"Um" he started to say, but I cut him off, starting the engine. "Don't worry about it, pal, it's better this way, she's a real cock teaser."

When I pull back on the coastal freeway you punch me lightly in the arm. "How dare you say that about me?" you ask in mild indignation.

I just grin. "Because it's true. Want to go dancing?"

You grin back at me, emboldened by the wine, and say "What I want to do, you bastard, Sir, is drag you into the bushes and get you to fuck me, but I know, I know what I'm supposed to say is 'Whatever pleases you, Master.'"

Sliding my hand up underneath your dress to caress your bare leg, I chuckle. "You're entirely correct, my dear. Oh, and you did a nice job on the valet. Took me quite by surprise. I'm very pleased with your performance, why the sudden change of heart?"

"I'm almost ashamed to admit it, Sir, but being far away from home, and with you here to protect me, being ordered to be slutty is kind of turning me on. I'll do whatever I can to please you, Sir."

I smiled warmly. "Good. Don't forget how to be my lady, but for tonight, you're my slut. My very precious slut. I'll protect you."

We drive on another few miles, when I pull off into a small run-down strip-mall, entirely dark. So cheap that the parking lot is nothing but gravel. The few stores not boarded up had obviously closed for the day long ago. I pull around back and drive slowly. Partway along the building there is a small indentation, not quite an alley, big enough to hold a big dumpster and steps up to a small loading dock and a rusty green door. I nose the car into the passage and park, leaving the headlights on. Without saying a word I go around to your side of the car and open the door, help you out of the car. "Please remove your dress."

You look startled and glance around nervously, but there is no one around and you do as I ask without complaint.

I carefully place your dress on a hanger, and hang it in the car. I take your purse, and run an appreciative hand over your flanks. "You're a very beautiful woman, I want to admire you. Please go up to the green door and wait there." I lean against the car and watch you carefully pick your way across the broken asphalt, wearing nothing more than your choker, gloves, chastity belt, and shoes. Looking fabulous in the twin beams of the headlights, you go up the stairs and then stop by the door.

Nervous, you strike a pose and smile, your anxiety plain.

My expression unreadable, I race up the stairs, take your wrist in one hand, whip handcuffs out of my rear pocket, and handcuff you to the doorknob. Grabbing your other hand, I produce another pair of handcuffs and, pulling you over towards the loading dock door, handcuffed your other wrist to the handle there, so that you were forced to stand facing the aging brick wall. Still silent I went back to the car and opened the trunk.

You were twisting around, trying to see what I was up to, but couldn't see past the glare of the headlights until I was almost next to you again.

I'm holding a small black toybag. Your eyes widened as I withdrew a large red ball gag with trainer harness, and pulled it deep into your mouth. Letting my hands rove over your helpless body, I whispered nastily into your ear. "Since you seem to have decided that I'm a bastard just from a few harmless little bits of fun, it seems only appropriate to live up to my new reputation. So, little slut-girl, you're going to find out what happens when a slut pisses off her John." Chuckling evilly, I add "If you aren't scared yet, this would be a good time to start. You're a long way from home little girl, and looking rather helpless and vulnerable. You've just gotten the nasty bastard you were wishing for." I reached down, took two of the stronger "clover" style clips out of the bag, and carefully pulled you away from the wall far enough to let me settle them full on each nipple.

Deep in your throat you cried out as each clip closed on your nipple, squirming and struggling to cope with the pain. Knowing how sensitive your nipples are, you had good reason to hate the clips. I could see your eyes begging forgiveness, but I just smiled and ignored you. From the bag I drew out my heavy doubled leather strap. You got very alarmed, because never before had I started a scene with something that nasty. When my first few blows on your ass were little more than light caresses you started to relax a bit; your first glimmer of hope that this wasn't going to be too bad. I increased the intensity rapidly, but not more than you could take, and soon your back and ass and the backs of your legs were burning from their cumulative beating and you were flying on endorphines. I paused to say "Normally I'd probably stop here, but since I'm supposed to be a bastard, that was just the warmup. Brace yourself."

You tried to brace, but nothing could have prepared you for the blow that came next. It seared into your ass and literally threw you forward into the brick wall. Before you'd even gotten all the way into screaming into your gag another blow like that landed, and another, and another. Then four similar ones low across your back, causing your pinched swollen nipples to scrape painfully across the brick wall. Then one to the sensitive backs of each leg.

"Just remember that I love you" I said softly, followed by delivering two more blistering blows to your ass. Stopping to give you a rest for a moment, you looked back at me, partway in shock at what I'd just done. I smiled. "Your ass is incredibly sexy, all bruised and swollen like this. But I won't tolerate disrespect from you; for being a mouthy slut you deserve even more."

With that, I repeated the same pattern, even harder this time, each stroke unbelievably painful, unbearably painful. When the first one exploded across the back of your leg your noises changed, and by the time I'd given your ass it's last stroke you were sobbing.

Paying no attention, I took a shiny black PVC bra out of the bag, lowered it in front of you, and fastened it in back, leaving the nipple clips on the inside. Then I pulled out a pair of purple PVC shorts. Holding them up where you could see them, I took two hundred dollar bills out of my wallet and tucked them into the pocket of the purple shorts. Grinning evilly, I announced "I'm leaving these here on the ground, so you'll have something to wear. It's time for me to go now, I've had enough of you for tonight. When the cops find you, they'll put two and two together and figure you're a hooker who got roughed up by her John a bit more than she expected."

As I started to close up my bag you started yelling a very muffled but recognizable "No! No!" into your gag.

"Nothing you can do about it, slut. You're about to get a close-up view of your first prison cell. But don't worry, I'll stop by the jail after lunch and if you're very very nice to me I might bail you out." Patting your chastity belt, I added "At least they shouldn't charge you with indecent exposure, too!" Laughing at your wild-eyed agitation, I tried to soothe you. "If some crooks find you first and abduct you, well, they have a lot of metal to get through before they can rape you. If you aren't sitting pretty in your cell when I come for you, I'll probably be able to get the cops to rescue you." Chuckling at how you winced from my friendly pat, I say "Oh, and you better not say anything about me to the cops, if they detain me for questioning I won't be able to rescue you. I suggest you think up some story about meeting some guy in a bar."

Leaning close, I whisper "trust me, I'll rescue you", then pack up my bag and go back to car. I can see your frightened eyes in the beam of the headlights, but that doesn't stop me from putting the car into reverse, and driving slowly away.

When I'm around the corner it suddenly gets very dark for you, and distantly you hear the crunch of the tires on the gravel and the distinctive roar of my car's engine as I pull back onto the freeway. "He'll just go around the corner and come right back" you think to yourself, but you hear nothing, and you hear nothing, and still more nothing. The car doesn't come back.

An occasional wisp of wind tickles your skin, but the night is very still; in the lengthening silence you have plenty of time to take stock of your tired, aching body. The clips on your nipples haven't subsided, if anything, the burning sensation is getting worse.

A car drives past on the freeway without stopping.

There is a strange fire smoldering between your legs. You struggle with the cuffs, briefly, but they hold you as perfectly as handcuffs always have, and you find no escape. You want to cry out for help, but at the same time are afraid to, and in any case, can't. Long long minutes pass.

"He really is a bastard" you think to yourself. "I don't see any way out of it. I'll get arrested for prostitution, I'll loose my job, and then I'll really be in trouble. Oh me and my big mouth, I'm really in for it now, he's really set me up good with this one. I just hope that he comes and bails me out after lunch. And the pathetic thing about it is, I'll be so darn happy to see him by then, because he'll be rescuing me from something much much worse. Damn damn damn."

Much later, "Oooooh, I wish I could touch myself, I'm sooo frustrated!"

Another distant car passed.

"Gosh, I don't know which is worse, knowing what will happen when the cops finally patrol on through here, or standing here waiting." A thought occurs to you. "Shit, if the cops don't find me, I'll be standing here in these heels until well past lunchtime tomorrow. They're uncomfortable already, they will be sheer torture by morning! And with the ankle straps, there is no way I can kick them off. Damn, I'm really in a fix. Oh, if only he'd come back, I'd promise never to mouth off at him ever again! Um, assuming he takes this gag out."

The night air was still, and time passed slowly.

Much later. "Damn, I've never felt so helpless in all my life! I'm practically naked, and I can't even call out for help." You tugged again on the handcuffs, found yourself still securely held. "I can't believe this. He won't be back tonight, that's pretty certain. I'm sure the cops will be by any minute now, and there is nothing I can do to get out of this. I certainly can't tell them the truth, or they'd go arrest my rescuer too! This is absurd!" You shifted your wight uncomfortably from foot to foot. "So why is this making me so wet?"

Time continued to pass slowly. Behind the run-down shopping center a nearly naked female in bondage squirmed helplessly, a most provocative sight, but there were no eyes nearby to appreciate the view.

After perhaps an hour, the sound of a familiar engine could be heard, and when the headlights came around the corner you felt an intense wave of relief. You watched as I came up the steps, and silently unfastened one wrist, pocketing the cuff. You were so relieved to be rescued that you started to cry. Another key, and suddenly the constant pressure of the chastity belt vanished.

I pushed you forward and kicked your legs wider, then you heard the sound of a zipper. "You're my fuck-slave, and I can use you whenever and whereever I want. And I want you, right now!" Moments later I was thrusting into you from behind, hot and hard. You braced yourself with your one free hand and moaned loudly into your gag. My need was tremendous; it was only a few minutes before I exploded inside you.

I pulled out promptly and carefully replaced the chastity belt on you, leaving you a curious mixture of satisfied and frustrated feelings; I'd allowed you a few small orgasms, but nothing really satisfying. A bit of rope, and your wrists were bound tightly behind you. Another bit, and your ankles were linked. Removing the final handcuff, I swept you up into my arms, carried you gently back to the car, and lowered you down onto the blanket that I'd spread inside the trunk.

You bleated into your gag as I roped your ankles to your wrists in a most uncomfortable hog-tie. The last thing you saw before I closed the lid was my face, and you weren't at all sure what kind of a smile you had seen, exactly.... It didn't look friendly.

Back in the hotel parking lot, I wrapped you completely in the emergency blanket, and carried you over to the elevator, and all the way up to the room, still bound and gagged inside your protective wrapping. I set you down on the bed, unwrapped you, and gave you a stern look. "I hope you learned your lesson, slut."

You nodded in vehement agreement.

I undid the hog-tie and released your ankles, then removed your chastity belt and the PVC bra. Rolling you onto your sore back with your wrists trapped beneath you produced a few whimpers of discomfort, but then you threw your legs wide and started pleading with your eyes.

A quick check had me laughing. "Seems like my little fuck-slave is wet again! I don't know what it is about you, but you seem to crave pain and helplessness. Did you have a good time tonight, dear?"

You nodded a vigorous yes.

"Good, because I'm not done yet." Your yelps into the gag as I removed the nipple clips got me rock hard again, and I pounced on you, alternating sex with over-the-knee spankings, making love to your bound body long into the night, forcing your brain to oscillate between waves of pleasure and waves of pain. Eventually, pleasure won, and you achieved a tremendous climax. For the sake of those sleeping in the adjoining rooms, it was a good thing you were still gagged.

Tammad Rimilia

[Pyra Gorgon]

More !

MORE, please!

I like this

[Falcon1953]

Very good story and quite believable. I would love to do much the same with a trusted gf.

[Pyra Gorgon]

I love how he was always one step ahead of her in the mindfuck process.

Now THATS a clever master indeed who can do that! (especially if the girl is intelligent and calculating, she most likely won't see that angle hitting her since she probably already feels she knows his next move and mentally braces herself only to discover he went in some tangent off of what she anticipated!!!