Dessert - 2008-03-12
I'm wearing a blouse....leather and sheer organza, with a high ruffled collar, puffy sleeves pulled in by elastic at the elbow and wrist. The leather comes to just above my nipples; enough for decency but not much more. Underneath it I'm wearing a black leather bustier that nips in my waist a bit and pushes my breasts up high. It has straps coming from the outside front around to the back of my neck that push my breasts together. The cups are cut out to expose the nipples, which are rubbed constantly against the seam of the leather in the blouse. There are garters attached, and I'm wearing sheer black stockings and stiletto-heeled ankle boots. Over this I've got a loosely-fitting short leather skirt. Restraints are discreetly attached at my elbows, wrists, neck, waist, and ankles. You've just pulled my arms back and attached them at the elbows (thrusting my breasts up against my blouse), put my cape on me, and led me out of the restaurant on a leash, much to the dismay of the maitre d'. :) You lead me back to the car....it looks to others like your arm is around my waist; actually you've pulled up the back of my skirt and are fondling my ass, occasionally letting your fingers stray a little....you put me in the car without unfastening my arms. You pull up my skirt, leaving me exposed, and fasten the seatbelt....the shoulder belt grazes my breasts; the waist belt is teasingly close to my clit. I strain for the contact until I feel your light slap on my face and hear you tell me "No." My pleasure is to be at your desire and command, not my own....You pull out a black scarf and tie it across my eyes. I ask where we are going; a mistake. I feel another light slap and then your hand gently across my mouth. I am not to know; I am not to speak. You let the leash fall between my legs, cold metal against me....another distraction. I am too disoriented by the different sensations and the blindness to think about where we're turning, where we're going. Occasionally, at stoplights, I feel your fingers graze my cunt, teasing the fur around my clit, never enough pressure. I strain for more.
You whisper to me that people in the next car are watching as you stroke and tease; I don't care. We arrive; you help me out of the car then press me up against it, kissing me hard and deep, one hand on my ass, fingers into my cunt....I'm moaning a little as you lead me away from the car, up a short flight of stairs. I have no idea where we are. Inside, you pull the cape from around me and give me a slap on the ass; I move forward until I feel you tug slightly on my leash, then your hands pressing me to my knees. I kneel, legs spread, on a cushion of some sort. You drop the leash, and I hear the clink of a metal chain. You fasten it to the back of my collar, then down to where my elbows are fastened together, pulling my head back. You unfasten my skirt and toss it away. I feel you take up the leash again, pulling it between my legs and up between the cheeks of my ass, metal rough and hard and cold against my clit and down between the lips of my cunt....you fasten it tightly at my elbows. I can't move my upper body at all without pulling it back and forth. I rock slightly, testing the sensation of the metal moving against me. You cuff me lightly, telling me to hold still. Then you leave. I wait; it seems like an hour. I can feel my nipples hard, constantly grazed ever-so-lightly by the seams of of the leather of my blouse. The chains are tight, but the position is not uncomfortable. I feel a nagging ache in my clit that the hard metal of the leash, warm now, does nothing to help. I imagine how I must look, with the silver of the leash disappearing into my dark cunt-fur, dividing it. I wonder if you are watching me; I hope you are pleased. The thought of you watching me silently waiting makes me wetter and wetter; I can hardly wait for what comes next. It comes suddenly; abruptly I feel you behind me again, fussing with the restraints. I am freed suddenly - I almost topple over, but I feel your arm around my waist, supporting me as you slowly remove my collar and manacles. My shoulders are a little stiff from the position; you massage them lightly until I can move my arms forward.
Unsure what to do with the sudden freedom, I place my hands on my knees and wait. I have a nagging fear that you are ending the scene, sending me away still aching with frustration....but the blindfold stays on, and moments later I feel your hands working their way down my spine, opening the fastenings of the blouse, and I understand. Shivering from the featherlight touches, I do not resist as you remove the blouse. My nipples poke out hard from the cutouts in the bustier. I feel you kneeling behind me, leather against my ass-cheeks, hands caressing the tops of my breast, fingers moving between them, teasing at my nipples, pulling a little. I arch my back, pushing my breasts against your hands and rubbing my ass against you. I hope your hands will move down, down to my burning clit - but not yet. Instead they vanish entirely, then I feel them at my neck, replacing the collar and leash. You toss the leash to the front; I feel it graze my hard, pink nipples before it dangles once more down my body, just touching my cunt-fur. Your hands are in my hair, loosening the fastenings until it hangs loose down my back. I feel a hairbrush pulled lightly through it; I arch my back until my hair grazes my ass, and feel the rough bristles touch that too. Once more, again....and then I am surprised by a sharp smack on the ass with the bristled side of the brush. I scuttle forward with a little shriek, surprised, but immediately feel your hands in my hair, holding me and pulling me back. The pain brings me back to you, kneeling as tall as I can to relieve the tugging pain on my scalp. I know I have transgressed and will have to be punished, even before you tell me. But that will be later; you have other things to do to me first. You release my hair and I slump slightly forward; another tug brings me up straight again, shoulders back and tits out. I feel your hands slide down my arms, bringing my hands, unresisting, up behind my neck. You refasten my manacles and clip them to the collar. A tug at the leash brings me up to my feet. You walk me to a low chair, hard and high- backed, seating me. I feel you fastening collar and wrists to the back of the chair.
Then your hands are busy at my ankles, pulling my legs wide apart and fastening them to a spreader bar, leaving my cunt open to view and my clit exposed to your hands. The strap around my waist is replaced, then fastened to the back of the chair; I am effectively immobilized. With my legs spread and my high heels still on, my body is pulled outward and up, exposing me entirely. I hear the low hum of a vibrator coming nearer, then feel it travelling lightly across my body, sending waves of sensation down to my clit. You buzz it lightly across my breasts, then slide it down over the corset toward my clit. I stiffen, hoping not to end so soon, but you keep it ever at the edge, teasing at my clit fur, running it across my exposed thighs, finally bringing it to rest against the lower end of my cunt. It is close enough to my clit that the vibrations make me shudder; far enough that I will hold off indefinitely from orgasm. I can feel it in my clit, in my ass, all through my body. I can hardly think, with the maddening sensation. You back off, then I hear a soft rattling. I am distracted enough to be surprised by the sudden sharp cold of an ice cube as you draw it down my neck, tracing a pattern over the pushed-up flesh of my tits. You move it slowly down, then trace lightly across a nipple. Then the other. I want to squirm away but cannot move. Again the sharp, wet, cold against my burning body....first lightly, then abruptly held firmly against each nipple in turn. I feel water trickling down my breasts, into the corset. You move the ice to my thighs, tracing an intricate pattern toward my cunt, around and around, drips of cold water on my clit, but no direct contact as yet. I am writhing a little, the ice at once painfully cold and unbelievably ticklish. You don't scold me, merely draw the ice across my lower belly, below the corset, across the top of my fur, then abruptly abandon it, resting it in the curve of my body just above my mound. The fur holds it, little trickles of icy water dripping slowly down across my clit, down to my cunt. I twist a little, but can't move enough to dislodge it.
I feel you move away, leaving me with that maddening little cold spot. Some time later, after it has melted, you are back. The vibrator still hums in my crotch, but the ice cube has cooled the burning in my clit a little. Little beads of water make my cunt-fur glisten. I am waiting for you, but you still surprise me. I feel your hands on my breasts, at my nipples. This time you are serious, squeezing and twisting, tugging at my hard nipples. Pain bordering on pleasure. I feel you pull one side particularly hard, then abruptly the pinch of a softly padded nipple-clamp. That draws another little moan from me, and another as you clamp the other side. Waves of fiery pain shoot through my body, ending again in my clit. There are lightly weighted chains between the clamps; I can feel them swinging, tugging at my breasts. I picture myself as I must look, a slave wet and ready, decorated for her master's pleasure. I hope you are pleased with me. I hope you find me beautiful, bound and aching for your touch. The pain in my nipples simmers down to a dull ache. I am painfully aware of the clamps, of my hot clit, of the humming waves from the vibrator. I am moving a little, wiggling on the low chair, aching for release. (End Part 1)
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