Bosom Bondage Buddies, Part 2

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 25 - Raven Rules

  

"Goodness, it feels good to get off my feet," I exclaimed as we pulled out of the parking garage. "How are you two doing?"

"Fine, Milady Raven," Angel replied.

Huntress merely nodded, the wild, excited look still in her eyes, the hard buttons of her nipples still showing through the thin slave dress.

I was about to offer to find some place to stop and remove the rest of their bonds, ending the fantasy role-playing, but something in the intensity of the look Huntress wore stopped me. Instead, I stayed in character.

"Huntress," I ordered, "tell me your impressions of this evening's adventure."

"I have never been so excited, so intensely alive, so totally free in my life," she declared. "When you decked that pig I wanted to attack him on your behalf. If I'd been unbound, I would have. I would have clawed his eyes out and bitten his nose off. Never have I realized how much I have had to stifle my innate drives in our society. Tonight, for the only time in my life, I could give in to them and allow them to course through my body, relying on your control and my bondage to replace the self-control I could release. It was incredible! I never wanted it to end."

"Wow!" I breathed. "That's pretty intense. Are you okay? I would have thought that binder was hurting your arms and shoulders by now."

"The adrenaline that's been flowing through me, still is for that matter, keeps the discomfort bearable. In fact, it heightens the experience, since it constantly reminds me of the lengths you need to go to in order to keep me under control. It's wonderful."

"Angel, what about you?" I asked, wondering if she had enjoyed the experience as well.

"I want to go back, and go again, and do this as often as possible," she proudly declared. "Did you see the way everyone was looking at me? I have never felt so desirable in all my life, even though I know how much you want me. Hundreds of people were positively drooling after me, wanting the pure innocence I projected for themselves. Thanks to you, Milady Raven, when you were Brandy, you showed me that I can be truly attractive, even sensuous, but I wondered if your own desire was typical. Tonight I could feel the need of those who looked at me, knowing that it was my body they wanted since as a slave my mind was irrelevant. I have never felt so alive, so beautiful, as when that man demanded to buy me!"

"But you, Milady Raven, you were incredible. So powerful, so confident, so perfect!" she continued. "I never knew you had it in you."

"I didn't either," I admitted. "But the character took me over just like Brandy took over Ran. While I was in there, I was dominant and would allow no rivals. It's a good thing we took extra care with my own hidden binding, tonight, because I was HOT!"

"That's a fact," breathed Huntress. "All night I wanted to be taken to bed by you, forced to pleasure you, forced to accept pleasure from you. I need you, Milady Raven!"

"Me, too," Angel confirmed. "Make me your love slave for the night. Please. I need you so!"

Their scent was filling the car again, flooding from each of them and feeding on the heated breath we were all expelling. I tried to decide on a suitably intense fulfillment of their expressed desire. The key feature tonight had been public exposure as slaves. We could always go back to our house and use the bungees in our bedroom, but that was not the scenario for tonight. It would have to be public, or at least risk becoming public. Yet it had to be compatible with hobbles and high heels.

After a few minutes thought, the idea came to me. The lonely hilltop rest area where Tanyon had attacked me would make a dangerously exposed place for sex. Especially if we decided to visit the little convenience store on the way to buy something, just for the excuse to get out of the car in public. The slaves still wore their masks, as I did, and we might look like robbers if we went in wearing them, so they would have to be removed, revealing our real identities within the store. With that plan in mind, I resumed my Raven personality at full force. The first step in my new plan was to pull of the freeway at a deserted rest stop. I got out of the car and stepped around to the door where Angel was sitting, in the back seat on the passenger side. With my help, she was soon out of the car and standing on her high heels. I reattached the hobble chain, which left her unable to bend over, then removed her white domino mask. Though I was not nearly as strong as Rocky, nor even the men who had lifted these slave girls onto stage at the party, I was still plenty strong enough to lift Angel. I put one hand behind her knees and one behind her back and lifted her up. As I bent her legs forward at the waist, her ankles were drawn back by the chain from her wrists and neck. When I placed her in the seat again, I turned her so that her heels rested on the seat rather than the floorboard, providing room for her knees. She couldn't stretch her legs out, but she was now completely bound again and seated. In a moment, the seat belt was again about her waist, trapping her bound arms behind her and it was Huntress's turn.

I repeated the process with her, running the chain from the ring on her red armbinder to her ankles. The flaring excitement and intense energy in her eyes was even more noticeable when her own mask was removed, then I pulled her around to the opposite side into the back seat behind the driver. She was fastened in place facing Angel, now also fully bound but able to sit in the car. Then I removed my own mask and started driving again.

As I expected, raising their heels to the level of their seats had caused the tiny skirts of the slaves dresses to fall back into their laps, revealing their mounds. Huntress, as she had told us once upon a time, was shaved smooth while Angel had a delicate blonde fringe. Though they had seen and loved each other before, the display they provided to each other in the car was more public and more forced since they could not move away and it made them more vulnerable in their exposure. Any trucker driving along might also get a direct look at them, though the darkness would actually hide them quite well.

The road to the hillside rest area was on our way and we reached it in much less than the hour it would have taken to get all the way home. When we arrived at the convenience store, the same matronly lady was attending the counter. She might even remember me, probably would in fact, but that was part of the public aspect of the visit. We would not be totally anonymous this time. I parked the car and lifted each slave out in turn, not attaching their leashes this time, but leaving them bound.

"All right," I said, "you can each pick out one drink, though you won't get to drink it, yet."

With that I swung into the store, leaving them standing. The automatic door opened before me and I proceeded to shop among the merchandise, ignoring them completely. After a second of shocked surprise, they followed me into the store, scurrying with short, hobbled steps. The matronly operator came out from behind her counter, demanding an explanation.

"What's going on here?" she tried to ask Huntress. Her only reply was a disdainful snarl. When she repeated her question to Angel, she received only silence. Finally, I walked over to her.

"We want to buy something to drink," I explained, as though there were nothing else significant to comment on.

"What are those girls doing wearing chains?" she asked. "And what's that thing on that one girl's arms?"

"They're shopping," I replied simply. "Huntress is wearing an armbinder, to improve her posture and keep her out of trouble. Now, we'll be making our selections and leaving, if you're through with your questions."

"Release them at once," the kindly, confused lady demanded.

"Do you want to be released?" I asked my slaves.

"No, Milady Raven," they chorused.

"Then there's no problem, is there?" I asked the matron, letting strength into my voice to stop her questions.

She retreated behind the counter, still looking darkly at me and wonderingly at the bound women. The slave girls indicated their soft drink selections, I added my own, and then we returned to the car. Again I lifted each into her seat, letting the brief skirt fall back to expose them, now more noticeable under the lights of the convenience store parking lot. It was only a few minutes' drive and we were back to the hillside rest area, not surprisingly deserted at the late hour. Unlike the visit to the convenience store, this time when I lifted the slaves from the car, I attached their leashes. They followed me down the slight slope to the area with the park bench, the scene of my long ago degradation. I had in mind repeating, at least symbolically, Tanyon's attack on me, but with the crucial difference of willingness on the part of the slaves, and with love among us all. In this way, I hoped to bury my rape under a new experience of sensual, mutual pleasure.

When we arrived at the bench, I tied off their leashes, then removed my own jacket. My snug leather miniskirt followed, revealing the tape that bound my own raging erection into obscurity. This followed, then my thong bikini and my sword leaped into the night air, anxious and hunting for prey. I stood there before my slaves, wearing my shiny black corset and thigh-high boots, my hair tumbling in liquid waves to my waist, a few strands idly waving in the delicate evening breeze. That breeze provided me with an idea, and I reached to each slave to pull the halter top down over her shoulders. The split design, open to the navel anyway, easily went around their arms, leaving their hard nipples exposed to the cool night air.

"Huntress, I believe it might benefit you to nurse Angel for a while," I commented casually. This invitation, or at least permission, was all that she needed. In a flash, she was sucking at Angel's erect nipples, biting with more intensity than Angel was used to. However, I let them go without comment, expecting that the pain to Angel was minor and recognizing that this attack was correct for the persona of Huntress.

It is always possible to stimulate milk production, though it takes a prolonged period of attempted nursing to achieve it except immediately after childbirth. Kelly and I had played around with the idea of starting her flow and had dedicated fifteen or twenty minutes to it, several times a day over the last week. I hadn't really thought of using Huntress in that role until I saw Angel so delightfully exposed, but it seemed like a natural follow on to my own endeavors. I was surprised however, when Angel actually started to flow a little, so was Huntress. She lifted her head, a drop of milk visible on her lips, a look of pleased wonder on her face.

Since I was nominally in charge of this circus, I decided I had the right to take advantage of the efforts of my slaves, so I stopped Huntress before she could resume.

"That will do, Huntress, now stand quietly for a moment."

I bent to my golden blonde slave and started sucking intently at her flaring nipple. The flow was slight, here at the start, and thin but still definitely milk, warm and triggering a sense of nourishment from before conscious memory. I indulged myself for a little while at her first nipple, then set myself the pleasant task of teasing flow from the second, a task which succeeded after a few energetic minutes. Throughout this experience Angel had been breathing heavily, caught up in the rapture of this new pleasure. This one we would repeat.

"Now, slaves, which of you will I use first?" I mused, my eyes warning them that I did not want any suggestions and that they should therefore be silent. Nonetheless, each one begged to be used first with their expressions, desire and need wafting strongly from each.

I sat at the bench and idly played with the leashes, teasing them about my choice, finally selecting one to pull loose.

"Come, Huntress, you look hungry tonight. Feast on me for a while," I directed as I pulled her by her leash to stand in front of me. A downward pressure and she carefully squatted to her knees, maintaining her balance in part by leaning back against the pressure at her collar. Once she was down, I ran the chain of her leash between my legs and under the bench.

"Wait just a minute, Huntress," I said, then untied Angel's leash as well. I pulled her around behind the bench so that she faced over my shoulder toward the kneeling red-clad slave, and then led Huntress's leash between Angel's legs as well, putting the end of Huntress's leash into Angel's bound hands behind her back.

"Angel, you will set the pace and depth for Huntress tonight. Pull on her leash as necessary to guide her to her duty."

With that I leaned back, cradling my head between Angel's beautiful tits and relaxed in expectation of my slave girls' attention. Angel immediately began to work the end of the leash through her hands until the tension began to draw Huntress toward the tip of my sword. As soon as she was within reach, Huntress began to lick at my erection, caressing the tip and then the base with her moist tongue. I'm not sure if Angel wanted to keep Huntress from doing too good a job, or was just so excited herself that her time sense was distorted, but it seemed that Huntress had hardly begun to lick at me when Angel tugged sharply on her leash. In response, Huntress opened her glossy lips and took the tip of my cock into her mouth. The two beautiful slaves began a steadily increasing rhythm, drawing my cock into Huntress's mouth, then retreating. Angel watched excitedly, her own breathing getting as ragged and intense as if she were the recipient of the erotic ministrations of her slavemate.

Huntress was performing splendidly, willing and able to provide incredible depth as the tension in her leash pulled her head further and further onto my cock. If I had been the slave that night, I would have been very happy to just allow myself to come from this pleasant exercise, but I had further duties. When I could feel the tension begin to build, I leaned forward and caught the short-haired slave's head in my hands.

"That's enough for now. Angel, release her leash. Huntress, stand up."

They followed my orders, or course, then I used Angel's leash to pull her around to stand if front of me as well. I stood up myself, then positioned Angel on her back on the bench, spreading her knees on either side of the plank seat, though her ankle hobbles forced them to close around the boards. Her chain was carefully placed to allow her legs to bend without excessive tension at her collar, though the same chain ran beneath her back as a constant reminder of her bondage. She positioned her hands under the small of her back where they were not under the load of her hips while I walked over to tie her leash off on the far end of the bench, leaving her unable to sit up even if she had been able to bend forward while wearing her chains. Then I flipped up the brief hem of her skirt to expose her glistening lower lips.

For this position, I unlatched one side of the hobble holding Huntress's ankles and ran the chain around the outside of her hip so that she could bend over. I positioned her so that she could lean forward to reach Angel's exposed mound and had both slaves spread their legs. Huntress immediately began to lick and suck at Angel's shining jewel, while I moved behind Huntress with my own sword still shimmering with the sheen provided by her talented mouth. Flipping up Huntress's brief skirt, I joined with Huntress and began to rock forward and back, the pressure driving Huntress and her busy tongue deeply into Angel's clit. Still my slave girls did not speak, since I had not given my consent.

I reached around Huntress and began to caress the hard nipples of her small tits with my leather-gloved hands. In a few minutes, she began to pant with frantic energy, signaling the first of our successes for the evening. Angel was not far behind and it took all my attention to keep from joining them while they shook together with their shared pleasure. However, once Huntress quit shaking and resumed her focused attention on Angel, I withdrew, provoking a quick groan from her, instantly stifled.

My next arrangement took advantage of Huntress's unhobbled ankles to walk her forward over Angel's face. My intention was obvious and she quickly settled in to receive from Angel what she had been so skillfully providing just moments before while I straddled the bench to enter Angel. This time I intended to allow myself to climax, though not until both of my slaves had achieved an additional burst of pleasure as well. Both were primed and ready, though, and in only minutes their excited moans were forced from their lips by the pleasure exploding within their bodies. Though she was not spread eagled with gentle tension as we did at home, Angel was just as completely immobilized and her energy was forced back internally, finding maximum intensity in those muscles surrounding my raging erection. Her own climax demanded my own, which pumped into her with unstoppable pressure.

When we could breathe enough to allow independent motion again, I withdrew from my beautiful blonde slave and stood up.

"All right, Huntress, stand up again," I ordered. In a moment, her ankles were again hobbled, her soft skirt draping just long enough to cover her shaved feminine treasure if she stood carefully, as she had been doing all evening. Before I released Angel, I donned my own clothes, the thong bikini sufficient for my diminished cock, at least for a while. My skirt followed, then my jacket and I was again elegantly dressed. Only then did I release Angel from the bench, though of course she still wore her bonds. I led them up to the car by their leashes and put them into it again, still exposed from the waist up by the movement of their halters down around their arms..

This time our ride home was quiet, all of us spent by our incredible experiences of the evening. When we finally reached home, I first had both slave girls come into our house before releasing them.

"So, Huntress, are you glad you agreed to come along with us this evening?" I asked with a grin.

"Yes, Milady Raven, I would be your slave any time, any place," she announced, the intensity in her agreement surprising me, and herself also.

"Angel, are you satisfied as well," I asked.

In response, Angel crouched to her knees, her arms still bound, the chain leading from her neck to her ankles forcing a careful folding of her body to maintain the constrained length. When she was doubled over her knees, her wrists close to her ankles, she leaned forward to kiss, and then lick, my spike-heeled boots, showing through absolute servitude her consuming desire for a repeat experience. Once given the example, Huntress responded similarly and my two beautiful slaves washed my boots with their tongues, happy in the release that comes from surrendering control.

"That will be sufficient," I said. "Stand up."

They struggled back to their feet, a much more difficult endeavor than kneeling but I wouldn't help them. I ordered them to turn around with the mere twirling of a finger, and they each did a quick about face.

The red leather armbinder must have been hurting Huntress's arms by then, so I removed this first, even before I undid her ankle hobbles. The rest of her bonds were quickly removed as well, leaving her clad only in the thin, short skirt of her slave dress, the top trailing down behind her waist. I removed Angel's bonds as well, placing all the items into the satchels each had held when we began our trip for the evening.

"You may lift your tops back into position now," I allowed. They did so quickly, still standing at an erotic equivalent to attention.

"All right," I said quietly, relaxing the commanding tone in my voice for the first time in hours. "I'm Brandy again, and you are Kelly and Billie Jo. Party's over, at least for now."

With the release of my authority, my beautiful lovers whirled to me and began to kiss me exultantly, joyfully, with energy I would have expected they had burned away hours ago.

"Billie Jo," Kelly asked, "would you like to sleep here tonight? It's late and there's plenty of room. You've looked so incredibly hot all evening that I just have to hold you close for at least a little while."

Billie Jo nodded and we went to our bedroom. A few minutes practiced work and we were out of our makeup and ready for bed, the girls beating me since they had so much less to undress. Once again our bed held a tangle of naked flesh, warm, comfortable, full of love and lovers. Not a bad way to end a party.

  

  

  

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