Bosom Bondage Buddies

by Brandy Dewinter

  

Chapter 6 - Spoiled Slave

  

In the bedroom I began to remove my running shoes and exercise tights. As Kelly removed her own, I suggested, "How about a rubdown?"

"Ooh," she smiled, "I sure could use one."

"We'll have to remove these corsets. Back to the belly bulge," I sighed, " but it will be a relief."

We quickly unlaced each other and carefully packed our corsets and stockings away. Clad only in our thong bikinis, we faced each other. I gave Kelly a quick hug and had her lie face down on the bed. As I worked warm oil into her neck and shoulders, she sighed with contentment. Moving down her back, I reached the strap of her thong, and pulled at it.

"Why don't you remove this," I suggested. "It's getting in the way."

In reply she merely raised her hips up off the bed, allowing me to pull the thong down to her knees. Then, as she relaxed again, I worked it the rest of the way off. I was trying hard to keep myself from panting with anticipation at what would come next, as I finished rubbing oil into her legs.

"Roll over," I directed.

As she complied I reached for the ankle restraints and the fur-lined wrist cuffs as well as the bungees. Motioning her to lie still, I fastened the ankle restraints around each leg and then pulled the bungees hooks into their rings. Kelly reached her arms above her head, feeling for the scarf.

"No scarf tonight," I softly informed her. "I told you I would work something out that would keep your hands from getting tired."

Up to this point she hadn't noticed that I had the wrist cuffs with me. She looked at them, and then at the padlocks still sitting on the dresser. She relaxed as she realized (she thought) that I would not really be locking her into the cuffs. I took her arms and placed a cuff around each, then she stretched up to the headboard again. This time I looped the bungee around the corner post of the bed. The tension with the opposite corner post that held her ankle was sufficient to make her rouse a little from her relaxed state. Without apparent hurry, but as quickly as I could, I fastened her other wrist to the final corner. She was now spread-eagled and under steady, but not painful, tension.

"You didn't do this before," she protested, unsure of where we were headed.

"Relax," I calmed her, "this will be better than the last time."

As I resumed my massage, I could feel the tension in her muscles that was not due to the pull of the bungees. Without hurry, I worked the warm oil into her arms and legs, allowing Kelly to adapt to the novelty of bondage without threat. Soon she was again drifting languidly into a dozing state, enjoying the stretch and feeling the kinks in her back relax. When I had finished, I once again threw a comforter over her, and went toward the kitchen.

Kelly roused a little and realized that she could not begin to release herself.

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

"To get you some wine. Wouldn't you like some?"

"Yes," she admitted, "but I can't get loose."

"I guess that means you'll just have to trust me," I smiled as I left the room, ignoring her confused stammer.

In a few minutes, I returned. She was beginning to get concerned.

"When are you going to let me up?"

"Are you uncomfortable?" I asked.

"Well, not really," she said, " but it makes me nervous to be helpless like this."

"Why," I asked as I held the wineglass to her lips. "Don't you trust me?"

She nodded as she swallowed. "Yes, but you don't need to tie me down to keep me around."

"The bungees are just for tension, to help you loosen the kinks of a long day."

"However, since you're still nervous," I continued, "I guess I need to do a little more to relax you."

With that I set the wineglasses aside and began to softly trail my fingers over her nipples. In no time they were hard buttons, and Kelly was starting to breathe harder.

"You better stop before you get into trouble," she threatened.

"Sooner or later you will have to let me up."

Smiling, I said, "Then sooner or later, I may get into trouble."

I replaced my fingers with my tongue, licking her nipples into even greater extension. In the mirror, I noticed that my lips were still full and deep red with lipstick. In amusement, I planted a firm kiss next to one of Kelly's nipples, leaving a scarlet record of my lips.

I stretched out next to her, and began to kiss her lips while teasing her pubic hair lightly with my fingers. She looked at the carefully made-up face which was kissing her and hesitated. Soon, however, as my fingers danced deeper into her nether lips, she began to kiss me in earnest.

"Let me loose, darling, and I will make it worth your while," she whispered.

"Promises, promises," I grinned. "You're going to make it worth my while, anyway."

Her juices were soon flowing over my fingers and I moved back to let my tongue dance over her nipples. Sucking softly, I left red impressions on each nipple, then caught her erect buttons lightly in my teeth and teased them to ever greater hardness.

Kelly began to move against my hand. With her arms and legs restrained, her only motion was to lift her hips, trying to capture more of my plunging fingers. She began to pant and toss her head.

"Oh, stop," she begged. "I'm on fire. Let me loose so I can screw you silly."

"All in good time," I replied.

I removed my hand from her lower lips, provoking a moan of near-pain from my captive lover. Moving to straddle her chest, I pulled down the front of my thong. My rock-hard erection sprang out, nearly poking Kelly in the nose. Chuckling, I moved until the tip was nudging her lips.

She looked up at me with a frown, then a look of resolution as she decided to play along with the next portion of the game. Kelly likes oral sex from either side and can take an amazing amount of my cock down her throat, but only if she can position herself correctly. The relentless tension from the bungees kept her from doing more than raising her head slightly. She gently kissed the tip of my sword, and then started licking what she could reach, but the strain on her neck quickly tired her.

I reached down and cradled her head in my hands. With the tension off her neck muscles, Kelly was able to relax. I started to feed her more and more of my raging erection, and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the taste and texture of my cock. In a few minutes I was sliding in and out of her mouth as she concentrated on keeping her teeth clear and on energetic use of her tongue. I noticed a small smile appear around her eyes, and she started to suck with increasing vigor. I could tell she was trying to reassert control. If she could get me off, she thought, I would be satisfied and release her. Her talented tongue and incredible suction pressure nearly achieved her goal but I was determined to bring this evening to the right kind of climax.

I backed away from her, which brought a small groan of disappointment from her moist lips. Then she opened her eyes and said, "Are you ready to let me loose, now? I'll finish what I started."

"Not yet," I refused. "But you're right about one thing, we are just getting started."

I moved down between her thighs, working one arm under each leg. Blowing softly on her still-moist lower lips, I provoked a shudder from Kelly's bound body. I gently began to wash her nubbin with my tongue, dipping into her love canal for additional liquid to spread around. Soon her breath was again coming in tortured gasps. When I judged the time was right, I began to suck on her glistening jewel. As it often does, this sent her over the edge into spasms of ecstasy. However, the tension from the bungees keep her too spread for leverage, and she couldn't arch up into her usual strong bow. Instead, she was held in a state of balance, taut as a drumhead. And like a drum she began to vibrate in rapid waves. She shook from wrist to ankle in overlapping pulses of energy. Her head, the only part not tightly constrained, rolled back and forth in mindless passion as she breathed in panting grunts, half moan, half gasp.

Unlike our usual practice, I did not slack off at her first orgasm. I maintained my pressure on her jewel, tugging and licking in quick succession. Soon she found herself straining for another climax, even higher than before. Her vibrations reached a new intensity, a greater frequency, and her breathing stopped altogether for a long moment. As she came down from the heights she had reached, she began to beg.

"Please, you must stop, I can't take any more of this!"

At this plea, I did stop, and moved up from between her thighs. It took her a few seconds to realize that I had complied, and then her entreaties changed.

"No! I didn't mean it! You can't stop! I need you, I need more, I need . . . !"

By this time, my lips had reached her erect nipples, and I gently licked at one. The effect could not have been greater with an electric wire. Kelly shrieked with shock and began to moan again. I continued my journey, and my pulsing erection was soon poised at the liquid gateway to her passion. Gently I entered her, sliding in easily through her moist entrance until my sword was buried to the hilt. Again she gasped. I could feel her muscles shudder, both internal and external. I was amazed to notice that I could actually see waves of muscle spasm pass along her out-stretched arms. As I began to stroke, I captured her lips with my mouth, and sent a probing tongue to fence with her own. By this time, she was mindless, moaning, panting, shivering in unfocused passion. I increased my pace until she was once again poised on the brink of climax. Sensing the pressure within her, I began to pound into her, readying myself to take advantage of what I knew would soon appear. Almost too soon, for in another instant she exploded beneath me, or perhaps I should say imploded, for without any ability to release her energy in great arching motions her body focused inward into incredible high-speed vibrations which seemed to reach a peak in the muscles clenching my engorged erection. This released my own climax, and my grunts of power were balanced by her silent scream of release, her breath to short for any sound. For an eternal instant we were joined at a higher plane than we had ever achieved. Then we slammed back into the world around us, barely able to breathe, and unable to believe what we had shared. I gently stroked into her to ease her back to mortal existence. In a moment, her eyes opened and she smiled softly.

"Oh my, my, my, that was unbelievable," she whispered. "You definitely spoil me, but I could definitely get used to it," she said with a dreamy smile.

I rolled off her and began to massage her arms, still under tension from the bungees. She no longer seemed to be in any hurry to be released, in fact, she didn't seem to even be in a hurry to breathe. I continued down her body, kneading each major muscle group with patient thoroughness. Kelly watched me idly, as though it were another body being touched. Finally I completed her legs and pulled the bungees to release the tension. The restraints on her arms followed and I pulled her to me. She hugged me warmly, but softly, with no strength of her own. Throughout this final massage Kelly had worn a gentle, ethereal smile, as though she were still living in a higher plane not held down by mundane limits.

I kissed her gently and laid her back down on the bed. Pulling the comforter over her to keep her from cooling down too fast, I reached again for the wine I had brought. She took her glass in both hands where the surface of the liquid revealed a small, continuing quiver. Though she had been panting heavily, she only sipped at her wine, savoring each drop. In a moment, her eyes drooped and I took the glass from her. Turning off the light, I slipped into bed to find her already sound asleep.

  

  

  

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