Bosom Bondage Buddies, Part 2

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 28 - Visible Excitement

  

The artificial tits I had worn since I had started serious cross-dressing had prepared me for the sight and the external feel of my marvelous new breasts, but my budding nipples were an entirely new sensation. Every morning and evening I nursed at Kelly's abundant supply of milk, sucking happily at one of her magnificent nipples while she pulled from the other. It became apparent that I wouldn't really be able to nurse at my own breasts, however, even if they were stimulated until they provided milk. They were just not quite big enough to reach comfortably with my own lips. That didn't stop Kelly from teasing my growing buds into hard points several times a day, though. It felt heavenly, better all the time, and I was powerfully tempted to increase the dosage of my hormonal treatments. I didn't though, since my breasts were making continual, if slow, progress and I wanted my masculine virility to remain intact. As the doctor said, however, spontaneous erections were reduced and it was easier to hide my cock when I wanted to hide it. Nonetheless, a few directed thoughts, an image of an erection and I was as hard as ever so it seemed like a good compromise had been reached.

Of course I needed new clothes, too. Actually, I only got a few bras, since it would still be necessary to wear a corset most of the time to shrink my masculine waist to a waspish shape. That was fine, I had become used to the comforting squeeze. However, I could now wear strapless styles and my first new purchase was a leather dress in the bustier style to match Kelly's. The sight of legitimate cleavage, displayed in a plunging style to the dangerously low cups of the flamboyant dress thrilled me every time my gaze dropped a little, which was pretty often. Billie Jo bought a matching outfit, staying with the bright red that had become her color and we often made a head-turning trio in our skin-tight black, white, and red leather outfits.

It became time to decide on our next slave outing. My own nipples were beginning to erect spontaneously, needing only excitement rather than direct stimulation, but they were still too small to provide a dramatic visible statement through even the thinnest clothes. Their appearance through a slave dress wouldn't quite match my companions so for at least a little while I was safe from my promise to take the part of a slave. We decided, however, that we would celebrate the completion of a month from our surgery, which would allow Billie Jo to go braless for at least an evening, by attending another slave party.

On the appointed night Angel and Huntress dressed in their revealing slave dresses and presented themselves before me. I smiled my cool, controlling smile when they didn't even attempt to wear panties under the tiny skirts, but said nothing. It was only to be expected that they would have learned their lesson from our previous adventure. My own outfit for the evening consisted of my thigh-high spike-heeled boots and my new leather mini dress. The sleeveless bustier style still provided enough of a corset to pinch my waist in to the shape I desired, but my new cleavage was proudly, almost dangerously displayed. Even though my neck was beautifully smooth, I decided to wear a black choker, adding long leather gloves to complete the statement. Under the dress my manhood was securely contained within a thong bikini and the obscuring tape, the combination more effective than ever now that my erection was more controllable.

"Slaves, I have decided that this evening, you will be bound here before we leave," I informed them.

"Your pardon, Milady Raven," Angel said quietly, "but might your slaves have permission to give you gifts before we are bound?"

I had begun to frown at her interruption, but relaxed when she showed a properly respectful purpose for speaking without permission and nodded. Angel and Huntress looked at each other with their shared secret, then Angel ran to our room and brought back a package. She kneeled at my feet, prompting Huntress to join her, and offered the package to me.

In it were two gags. Each had a bright red rubber ball with a golden rod through the middle, the ends of the rod fastening to a strap that would go around the wearer's head. One of the straps was white leather, the other red, clearly identifying for whom each was intended.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, slipping from character for a moment.

"Yes, Milady Raven," Angel said strongly. Huntress only nodded, but then, she didn't speak much anyway.

"Very well, stand up, both of you."

They did as directed, of course, and I began their bondage

session. The golden links of collar, cuffs, and ankle restraints were placed on Angel, then the chain that fastened them all together. She again stood there proud in her bondage, pure gold and white, innocently sensual. The restraints on Huntress followed quickly. Even though they were going to be bound for a longer time than previously, since we were starting here at home, I pulled the laces on the red leather armbinder a bit tighter than before. Huntress shrugged her shoulders a little to settle the stiff leather confining her arms, but said nothing. Her most visible reactions were the hard points of her nipples, now more glorious than ever as they protruded from her beautifully enhanced tits.

I didn't immediately attach the new ball gags to my slave girls since it was my plan to make them keep each other (and me) hotly excited on the trip by erotic talk during the drive. Instead, I put the gags in the package that held their leashes, careful not to let them see my own additions for this adventure. I expected that they would be at least as surprised by my new ideas as I had been by the gifts they had given to me.

This bondage party was in the same neighboring city as the first we had attended and there was plenty of time to renew the pungent scent of female arousal before we arrived. I lifted my slave girls from the car, then drew their gifts to me from the bag. Each opened her mouth wide to accept the gag, their glossy lips shining around the bright red of the ball. I fastened the leather straps snugly enough that the band was held securely in place, then added their domino masks and stood in front of them, still holding the package with my secret additions.

"Well, my pretty slaves, you do look to be properly bound. All that remains is to put your leashes in place."

Angel lifted her chin in invitation to hook the leash to her collar, but I laughed instead.

"No, Angel, I will not lead you by your collar, tonight, nor you either, Huntress."

I slowly drew the first leash from the package. The golden chain was still the primary bond, but I had threaded a small electrical cord down the line of links. The first end to come into view was the end I would hold, and the slave girls could see a small switch at that termination of the electrical cord. When the other end finally appeared from the bag, Angel looked at it in confusion, but Huntress's eyes went very wide, showing she had quickly recognized what I intended. On that basis, I decided to start with Angel.

Instead of fastening the leash to her collar, I wrapped the end around her waist, inside her slave dress. The small golden padlock on the end closed into the appropriate link, leaving it placed on her hips at about the level of her navel, where the deep plunge of her halter top ended. This allowed the end I would hold to extend toward me. Angel's eyes began to widen as well, once she began to guess at the purpose of the device hanging from the chain. It was an egg-shaped plastic ball, the thin electrical cord penetrating the egg near one end. I threaded the egg down inside her dress where it hung just to the bottom of her brief skirt.

"Do you suppose I intend to leave that little device dangling like that?" I asked Angel. She shivered, and closed her eyes, shaking it softly from side to side. It wasn't clear whether she was trying to plead with me not to do what seemed likely, or was just answering my question. It didn't matter, though, since her pleas were meaningless. After all, she was just a slave girl, no matter how beautiful.

I reached up under her dress and pushed the egg inside her liquid tunnel of love. She gasped, even around the gag, at the intrusion but stood still. I could see her mentally adjust to the presence of this new invader and in a few seconds she relaxed. That was what I had been waiting for. I wanted her to think she understood the significance of this addition to my control over her before showing her how great it really was.

Without letting her see the motion, I flicked the switch on her leash to the "on" position. Angel's response was instantaneous. The egg was a vibrator, energized when the switch was thrown. It hummed against her glistening jewel, sending irresistible pulses directly into the nerve center of her excited senses. She gasped again, moaning around the gag, her knees began to buckle and I stopped the vibration, provoking an even more desperate moan from the pretty slave.

"I don't have to warn you about the consequences if you let that slip out, do I Angel?" I asked, menace flowing from my soft, supremely musical voice.

She shook her head in negation, still trying to catch her breath. Her heaving breasts, so magnificent anyway, threatened to push through the thin material of her slave dress. Her response was so intense it could have been pain from a vicious electrical shock rather than pleasure that I had triggered with my switch, but the look of joy that lit her face once she regained some measure of control showed that she had indeed enjoyed the experience.

A similar leash arrangement was placed on Huntress. Her own love tunnel was just as moist and her muscles grabbed at the egg when I placed it in her. I turned her switch to "on" and waited for her response, wondering if she would be able to stay in character with the strength of a wild predator. For a few seconds she did. Her eyes went even wider, her breath got more ragged, but she stood straight and tall. I let my smile of cool amusement show at full power as I held the switch in front of her.

"So, Huntress, you think you are strong enough to resist my training?"

I let the buzzing vibration continue until her eyes closed and shudders began to wrack her body. Finally, her own legs began to buckle and I turned the switch off, provoking a grunt of emotion from Huntress that was too confused to call need, or desire, or disappointment. After a few more seconds she forced her eyes open to see mine observing her. A blush lit her cheeks, but she lifted her head high in defiance.

"Excellent, my Huntress, you are truly a powerful slave, but remember you are a slave, my slave."

She nodded in acquiescence to my authority, but the excitement she felt was displayed prominently on her new tits, poking deliciously forward within the fabric of her slave dress. I donned my own dominatrix mask and we walked toward the party, their hobbles making them scurry in a continual display of their helplessness within my control.

As we approached the registration table, I saw a trimly muscular man, dressed in skin-tight black leather pants and shirt, leaning over the table. He wasn't a large man, especially in comparison to my massive Rocky, but he had the spectacularly fit shape of an Olympic gymnast, wide shoulders, trim butt, narrow waist. I was so focused on his interesting physique that I failed to notice there was no slave attending him. When I stepped up to the table myself, I could hear their discussion.

"I'm sorry, Master Odysseus, but our rules are strict and unbreakable. Only master-slave couples may attend. Without a slave, you cannot go in."

While I stood beside the leather-clad man, I glanced at his face, but it was hidden behind a leather domino mask. Still, I felt there was something familiar about this man, though I couldn't place where I had seem him.

"I completed the training of my previous slave and found her a new master. She's happily married now, and I am ready to start on another trainee. I was going to buy one at the slave block," explained Odysseus.

"I believe you of course," said the man behind the counter, not the flabby Simon of the last party, but clearly not a truly masterful person regardless of his name tag, Master Rich. "Nonetheless, I cannot let you enter. Only masters with healthy, well-cared-for slaves can attend, let alone buy additional slaves. It is our only method of ensuring adequate safety for our members."

"I assure you, all my patients, um, slaves, are healthy and well cared for," Odysseus insisted.

As Master Rich shook his head in stubborn refusal, I realized who the fit man was. His slip, identifying his clients as "patients" had given him away. This was Dr. Erik Sanford! We had never seen him except in surgical scrubs that had concealed his excellent body. My first impulse was to run away, since he knew my deep secret. But then, I thought of a way to turn the situation to my advantage.

"Perhaps I can help," I interjected with a musical laugh. "I happen to know that Master Odysseus takes excellent care of his . . . slaves . . . and I would be glad to vouch for him."

My own voice gave me away to Odysseus, who started for a second, then smiled beneath his mask. His eyes widened when he looked at my slave girls, but I could see a truly impressive bulge form as he slowly looked them over.

"I'm sorry, Milady Raven," said the man behind the table.

"I'm sure you're correct, but I have no choice."

"Hmm," I mused, smiling introspectively at the challenge, "then I'll just have to find another solution."

I turned to my slave girls and idly tapped my gloved finger against my temple, as though thinking carefully. Actually, I already knew what I would do.

"Master Odysseus, perhaps you would accept the loan of one of my slaves for the evening," I offered.

I wasn't sure who reacted the most strongly. Angel gasped around her gag, her eyes widening from the look of boredom that had settled on them as the masters wrangled. She clearly hadn't picked up on who Odysseus really was. Her nipples flashed their message of excitement, however, and I knew she was interested. Huntress hadn't made the connection, either, and I could see a tremor of fear pass through her. Though she had enjoyed our previous bondage session she still hadn't completely accepted the concept, and the idea of being casually handed to someone else made her question her trust of me. I knew Odysseus would be okay, but Huntress wasn't going to have to worry about it anyway. She and I were each about six feet tall in our towering heels, and while Angel's heels were just as high, her shorter stature dropped her back by a few inches, just enough that she was shorter than Odysseus, rather than taller like Huntress and I were. That made her the natural choice, since a slave girl shouldn't be taller than her master, in my opinion.

The reaction of Odysseus was most interesting. He looked at me in surprise for a moment, but his features quickly showed pleased power, already accepting my offer as the just recognition of one dominant personality for another. The tent pole in his tight pants took on even more impressive proportions, but his only other motion was a broad smile.

"Indeed, Milady Raven, I would appreciate that."

I casually handed him Angel's leash. He accepted it, but paused as he looked at the switch at the end of the chain, and followed the cord to where it disappeared within Angel's dress. For the moment, he did nothing with the switch, but I could see him wonder what sort of discipline I inflicted on my slaves.

"I trust that handles the issue of a slave for Lord Odysseus," I coldly informed Master Rich.

"Of course, Milady Raven," he assured me. "Now if you will just sign in."

I nodded, but only signed the register as Raven + 2. "Neither my slaves nor I will be participating in the contest this evening. Let someone else have a chance."

"Thank you, Milady Raven," said Rich. "I'm sure they will appreciate that."

Odysseus looked at me and asked, "Is Angel truly to be mine, for the evening?"

"For as long as we are together," I confirmed.

"Then I will accept her into my service as I accept all my slaves," he declared.

With that he turned to Angel and removed her gag. He let her have a few seconds to work out the stiffness in her lips and jaw, then took her in his arms for an incredibly hot, sensual, passionate kiss. Her response was just as hot, just as passionate, incredibly erotic. She molded her body to his, rubbing her mound against his prominent bulge. Her magnificent tits strained against the thin material of her slave dress as her breath was pre-empted by the energy pouring into her from her new master. After a few minutes, Odysseus released her from his embrace, placing the ball gag back in her mouth before her eyes even opened after the passion of the kiss. He quickly fastened the strap around her head and turned back to me as though he had merely performed some insignificant minor duty.

We moved away from the table, Odysseus walking beside me, not even looking to see if Angel followed. Of course, the leash forced her to comply with his movements. I glanced at her from the corner of my eye to see an amazed grin on her face, as well as an envious one replacing the normal predatory look on Huntress. The scent of Angel's arousal filled the air around us as I set a slow, strolling pace the slave girls could maintain in their hobbles, but I was please to see that Odysseus recognized the difficulty and made no attempt to hurry Angel along. We immediately attracted a crowd, following along to catch crumbs of information from the matchless Raven and her attractive companion.

"What does this do?" Odysseus asked, indicating the switch on the end of Angel's leash.

"Try it an find out," I suggested, wondering if he would do something that for all he knew could inflict vicious pain.

"Not until I understand the effect," he insisted.

"It is a training device," I offered as inadequate explanation.

"And what do your training methods entail?" he pressed.

"I consider it a failure if pain is needed to train a slave," I explained, "and I do not tolerate repeated failures. Pain deadens rather than enhances the response I demand. This device offers the slaves intense pleasure."

I turned back to them, and visibly flicked the switch leading to Huntress. "Isn't that right, Huntress?" I asked as the vibrations began to send shudders through her body. She nodded tightly, her eyes closing as her knees began to shake. I turned the vibrator off and she again grunted her confused message of need and disappointment before she recovered her composure.

"Indeed," Odysseus smiled, apparently my training philosophy matched his own. He flicked the switch to Angel's vibrator, eliciting a moan of pleasure and a renewal of the amazing extension of her flamboyant nipples. Then he turned his slave girl's training device off as well and we continued our stroll. When we passed the device sales tables a few minutes later I thought it was interesting that there were no remote vibrators left for sale, neither eggs for female slaves, nor cock ring vibrators for male slaves.

At the slave block, an auction was in progress. The owner of each for-sale slave was noted on a board under 'Trainer/Owner'. A surprising number of the slaves were listed as self-owned, indicating that they were shopping for a master. Odysseus paused to study those on the block for sale so I looked them over, too. None were nearly as beautiful as my slaves, of course, though some looked like they had the potential to develop attractively. Especially since in his alter ego Odysseus was the best cosmetic surgeon in the region. Nonetheless, after only a few moments, Odysseus turned away and swept his arm in invitation to continue our stroll.

"None that catch your eye?" I chuckled.

"After Angel and Huntress, there's only one person in the hall that looks like she would be worth the effort," he smiled, looking directly at me.

Our slave girls lifted their heads proudly at this comment, properly aware that their beauty and desirability reflected favorably on their owner. My own response confirmed the continuing development of my budding nipples. Though they were not yet on the same scale with Huntress, let alone Angel, still noticeable points appeared through the soft, tight material of my dress. Odysseus smiled at this revelation of my responsiveness to his implication, but turned to walk without further comment.

The slave girls had themselves chosen to be gagged for the evening, so without guilt I took a glass of champagne from one of the trays held by a slave bound to a post. Odysseus did as well and we sauntered through the assembly, well matched as a dominant pair, my slight height advantage, obviously due to the towering heels I wore, adding to my impressiveness without diminishing his own. I wasn't paying much attention to the time until I caught a look of discomfort clouding Angel's features.

"Is something wrong?" I whispered.

She shook her head, but the look of discomfort remained. I decided we'd need to be going pretty quickly in any event, and didn't want to interfere with Odysseus's slave until I took her back into my own control. It wasn't long, however, before the reason for Angel's discomfort became apparent to all. Her nipples started to leak milk, dampening the front of her slave dress with moisture that seemed to make the thin material completely transparent.

"Well," Odysseus smiled, "it seems my slave has an offering to share."

"Yes," I grinned, "she does like to share it."

An embarrassed flush lit Angel's cheeks, another envious look passed briefly over Huntress's face, as we began to move toward the exit.

"I expect we can solve Angel's problem at the car, if you would care to take your slave there," I suggested.

"I think that would be an excellent idea," he said with an interested smile.

At the car, we folded the top of Angel's dress back from her flamboyant tits, exposing incredibly erect, seeping nipples. Odysseus gallantly offered me my choice and I was quickly sucking strongly, doing it in order to make Angel feel better, of course. She did indeed feel better, especially when Odysseus joined in on the other side. Poor Huntress was left out, standing quietly in her bondage, unable to participate or contribute to the activity. I caught her eyes with a glance, though I didn't lift my lips from Angel's nipple, and then I pushed the switch leading deep into Huntress. Her eyes closed as the vibrations stimulated her center of passion. Her determination to resist losing control showed in the set of her jaw, even around the gag, but it wasn't long before she was sagging against the car, shuddering with internal spasms. I turned her vibrator off before she reached her own orgasm, wanting to save that pleasure for a truly effective occasion. I decided the time had come to bind her to our bed, and I expected she would be more than willing.

We drained Angel's tits, licking gently to catch any last little seepage, then replaced her halter top. The moist spots again glued to her erect buds, revealing more than concealing her attributes.

"It would appear that we have handled, or at least addressed, Angel's problem," Odysseus grinned.

"Yes, you are a good master, attentive yet completely in control," I said.

"Perhaps someday you will learn just how good," he suggested.

"Perhaps," I agreed, my nipples again forming small but unmistakable points in the front of my dress.

"The time has come for me to return my slave to your service," Odysseus declared, "and I confirm the release of my authority in the same way I confirm the acceptance of it."

He again removed Angel's gag, then repeated the kiss that he used for his confirmation, more demanding, more powerful, more compelling than before, if that were possible. I noticed that he had turned on the switch to Angel's vibrator when he started to kiss her, capturing her lips before she could say anything or even show a response that wasn't buried beneath the energy of his kiss. While he held her, the vibrations worked their hidden magic and she began to shudder with building energy. Like I had done with Huntress, however, he turned off the vibrator and released her before her climax arrived, quickly replacing her gag.

"There, that should put her in the right frame of mind for you," he laughed.

"I expect you're probably right," I agreed, smiling at the need in Angel's face. She would indeed be ready for me when we got home. Odysseus helped me to secure the slave girls in the car and we departed the bondage party. Later that night, after I removed their gags and chains, both women found the fulfillment they had been needing and were fully satisfied, by each other as well as by me. For the first time Billie Jo experienced the total release that comes from total helplessness when she was stretched to the corners of our bed. Just as with Kelly, the energy Billie Jo would usually dissipate in large motions fed back on itself internally, reaching a matchless peak in the muscles that clenched the erection I was ramming into her. She screamed her soundless wail of pleasure as she imploded with infinite energy, consumed by her internal fires to be reborn in gentle stages under the massage Kelly and I gave her overworked arms and legs.

As we lay there together, gently stroking each other with love that wasn't limited to sexual need, Kelly proposed her plan for our next slave adventure.

"Brandy, you know who Odysseus really is, don't you?" she began.

"Yes, I'm surprised you didn't figure it out, too. You certainly got close to him," I giggled to show I wasn't jealous.

"Well, I didn't. Did you, Billie Jo?"

Billie Jo shook her head, the Kelly continued.

"Whatever. As long as you know, Brandy, then here's the plan.

Your nipples are making good progress. I saw them through your dress several times tonight. As far as I'm concerned, you're ready now, but this is too intense to do all the time. Next month, we'll find a different bondage party, so they won't know our previous characters. I'll be Milady Halo, like we said. We'll get Billie Jo a long wig to match yours, and you a slave dress to match hers. I think your shoulders are too wide for an armbinder, unless it was so much bigger than hers that it wouldn't look right, so we'll use the chain approach that Angel wears. Let's see, Billie Jo, you'll be Vixen, and Brandy, you'll be Vivid. You'll be a matched pair. Now, here's the good part. We'll invite Odysseus to go along," she said proudly.

My response was doubly obvious, a pulse at my cock adding to the erection of my growing buds. Billie Jo's eyes lit up with the joy she was beginning to find in bondage and with the chance she sought to break down some of her perceived isolation. Kelly said nothing further, the acceptance of her plan obvious to all of us. She gathered us into her arms as we snuggled down to sleep. My last thoughts, as someone's fingers idly stroked one of my delicate nipples was gratitude at the changes that had occurred in my life, since Kelly had dared me to lose weight.

  

  

  

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