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Preparations for a Party                by: Sara Rêver Éviellé                © 2001

 

I saw it briefly out of the corner of my eye whilst I waited for you, a red velvet and black leather corset where you dropped it behind me on the bed. I couldn't turn to see properly as you had made sure I that my arms are cuffed to a bedpost behind my back.

You had spent ages making sure I looked the part, my own long hair has been pulled up into a high ponytail and my plentiful makeup had been expertly done. You said we are going out but as yet have given me nothing to wear.

After what seems like an eternity you return and I feel you unfastening the handcuffs from around the bedpost, and with much relief I am able to bring my arms forward once again. My freedom however is short-lived as you immediately refasten them again, in front of me.

Forcefully you instruct me to get up, and as I rise you manhandle me quickly forward to stand under the hook and chains hanging from the ceiling at the far side of the room. My hands, still cuffed, are quickly locked in place over my head to the chain then you draw the chain up so that my arms are pulled high over my head, and once again I am at your mercy.

You stand behind me, running your hands over my hairless thighs. My body is now totally free of manly body hair thanks to the female hormones you have been feeding me these past six months. My hips and bottom have started to swell to complement my small but pert breasts, which have developed to give me the body of a young teenage girl.

Your fingers pause briefly tugging lightly on my sensitive nipples, then harder, twisting until I cry out in pain. You suddenly stop, and moments later a blindfold is drawn over my eyes, and I am left alone again for a few long minutes.

You return silently, but I feel you fastening cuffs on my ankles, then my legs are drawn apart and I am forced to stand spread-eagled.

I feel your had again this time sliding over my buttocks, squeezing it gently, then one hand grabs my aching erection, and you start to massage it in slow rhythmic strokes. With relief I arch forward in gratitude, but you all too soon pull your hand away.

Moments later I feel you flicking long leather tails across my back, perhaps we aren't going out after all?

I am ready for the first blow, and it comes hard across my buttocks, then another, and another, until I am squirming and moaning in pain, trying helplessly to avoid each blow. I can feel the heat of my ass and know that it must be a deep shade of red, then the blows stop.

I feel you move around to stand in front of me, your fingers teasing and tugging at my nipples again. Suddenly a short, sharp pain erupts as something is clamped on one, then the same happens on the other side, and I gasp in pain as my nipples are squeezed. I realise what you have done, nipple clamps, strong ones, I continue to moan in pain, as I hear the door open and close and once again I am left alone to suffer.

Gradually for the pain to fades as I grow accustomed to it somehow, and I begin to wonder just what else you have in store for me.

I hear the door open again and moments later you're hands return running down over my body, stroking my still erect penis. I then feel you taking me into your mouth and the pleasure and pain mix, my hips thrusting involuntarily, rising toward an orgasm, but once again skilfully timed, you move away teasingly.

I feel the sharp stabbing pain from my nipples again as you remove each clamp in turn and I cry out helplessly at each as the blood rushes back into each tortured nipple. I feel a finger trace lightly around each nipple, stroking gently over the throbbing pain, as it slowly, slowly and thankfully begin to subside. Then suddenly you are gone again, but only for a moment.

You return and I feel your arms around me, unexpectedly something is being wrapped tightly around me. Then I remember and I realise you have the leather corset.

You move around in front of me, one hand holding the corset in place, I feel the corset close around my chest, leaving my aching nipples exposed as you tug it into place.

Then you move around behind me and I feel the laces crawling across my spine as you begin to thread them. You immediately start to pull hard making me stagger, as I strain against the cuffs holding my wrists and slowly, inch by inch the corset is pulled tighter.

My waist is drawn in and my ribs ache from the cinching, my breathing already unsteady, I have to take shallow gasps. The pulling and lacing seems to last forever before you finally stop pulling and I sense but don't feel that you are now tying off the laces and wrapping them around my tiny waist. Unsurprisingly I hear the familiar snapping sound of a padlock being fixed to the back of my corset preventing me from releasing it, if only I could or would.

My back is held upright, with a slight curve, the corset lifting my small breasts and thrusting my buttocks out. The feeling although almost unbearably tight, is one of highly charged eroticism you know how I love being corseted.

You slide one hand down between my legs, skimming it over my anus and sending a finger deep up inside me, I am squirming frantically struggling against the confines of the corset, and all I can hear is the sound you chuckling to yourself.

You're finger is removed, and I give a little moan, then I feel light tugging at the chains holding my wrist cuffs to the ceiling then a sudden pull that almost lifts me higher off the floor. I manage to just stand on my toes and I dance around trying to take some the weight off my arms, the corset bites and I try to catch my breath.

Then I feel your hands on my ankle unfastening the cuff, then moments later a silky soft stocking begins its slow journey up my hairless leg. The sensation drives me wild as it slides up to my thigh and then I feel the tug of the suspenders as the nylon is attached to the corset. The same wonderful sensations are repeated on my other leg, this time I manage to count four suspenders being attached, and eight in all I think.

You are gone again for just a few moments, and I get the opportunity to rub my silken foot against my other calf, relishing the feel of nylon against nylon.

Then you return, and I feel you take my foot and place it into a shoe. Then as my foot returns to the floor the heel is supported by the stiletto you have placed on my foot, and I can stand slightly more comfortably. I can feel you fumbling with some straps again wrapping them tightly around my ankles before a sudden snap of another padlock, and my foot is locked into the shoe. My other foot receives exactly the same treatment.

The heels help a little, balance-wise, but I am still supported far too much by the corset and my arms, I breathe in small, shallow gasps.

Then the leather tails are again brushing my already-sore buttocks, and the flogging begins once again. The way my legs are splayed and my torso bent over, my ass makes a perfect target, and I feel the blows falling hard across it, with one occasionally whipping upward between my legs, sending a slash of pain across my balls.

My universe narrows down to pain from ribs, to the blows to my ass, I feel myself getting dizzy from the pain and the shortness of breath. The room spins wildly, then the blows stop abruptly.

For a few welcome moments nothing happens and I have time to recover, then the chains are released and my arms fall slightly and I struggle on my heels to catch my balance. I finally am able to stand upright in relief my arms are above my head still but not supporting my weight. My ass feels raw and burning hot I know it must be flaming red from the abuse it has taken.

I am only partly recovered when I hear the low hum of a vibrator, and then feel cold jelly on my anus and suddenly the dildo's hard throbbing touch briefly against my anus before pushing up into me. You push it back and forth, driving me to strain to bring my body against it and I try to press backward to bring it into my aching anus.

"Please!" I gasp out franticly.

You ignore my cries and I feel you responding by pushing the vibrator harder and twisting it inside me. I feel its throbbing waves run through me, and press down hard against it. My entire body tenses, on the verge of orgasm, when the humming abruptly cuts off, instinctively I thrust my hips backward, helplessly seeking more and moaning.

My anus is swollen and I feel sore inside but the vibrator is gone, and once again I have been robbed of my satisfaction. Then I feel the lightest touch of your tongue, sliding up and down my balls and anus, stroking gently across my erection.

I struggle frantically, thrusting my hips forward again, trying to bring my legs together to create some pressure but I am tied too tightly. I feel your tongue, sucking and soothing away the pain, then nothing. You have moved away, and I am left squirming in frustrated arousal.

For several minutes I am left alone again, as you leave the room. I consider my situation and cannot believe how you can control me so, how did I ever let you get so much power over me? Yet I have never been so satisfied since you took ver, you know what I like and drive me wild with your skilful exploitation of my desires.

Eventually you return and with no words or warning and I feel cold ice? Low down on my belly, then running over my erection and as the cold engulfs it I sense it start to wane gradually shrinking toward its long lost flaccid state.

As it fails I can feel you forcing my limp cock back under between my legs then you force my balls back up into my torso. You work something up between my skin and the lower edge of the corset, and I feel cold metal slide against me, three times, with three small snaps, you have locked something to the corset.

I moan as I feel your fingers start probing my anus again, pushing gently inside me before to be replaced by something larger, a dildo? A thick one, spreading my anus open wide and pushing up inside me, I squirm as you begin working the dildo in up to its entire length.

I feel something pulled between my legs and a slight tugging on the back of the corset as it is pulled tight. Then coldness on my back, and the snap more padlocks, whatever it is, a gaff perhaps? It is locked between my legs preventing the dildo being removed from my aching anus. I cry out, trying frantically to ease the pain in my anus and the confinement of my gaff.

It takes ages for the discomfort to abate such that it is bearable, my cock is unable to rise to the stimulus in my anus and I feel strangely excited yet equally frustrated. You release my arms and legs and I totter slightly on the heels as I bring my legs together but the butt plug prevents me from enjoying the pleasure.

I feel your hands on my thighs, then leather being cuffed tightly around my legs, just above the knee. The clink of a chain, then you move away and I am unable to separate my legs more than a few inches walking will be difficult.

You release my arms and I bring them thankfully down as you remove the blindfold.

"Ready to get dressed?" you ask.

As the blindfold falls away I look down at myself. As I thought, my crotch is covered by a thick black leather contraption, which runs its length between my legs, and two tiny brass locks are attached holding it to the corset in front You laugh as you toss a ring of tiny keys in the air.

"If you're good at the party, I'll take it off when we get home. Now let's get you dressed before we're late."

"Please remove the dildo, it's so uncomfortable!" I whimper.

"You will soon get used to it, and besides you will need to be loosened up or it will only hurt more later!"

Your hand on my back guides me over to the mirror, then you move away and I am left looking at the pitiful reflection of myself. I feel pathetic but I look stunning, the 'girl' in the mirror is dressed in provocative and erotic underwear. She teeters on high spiked shiny black heels, and her long shapely legs are sheathed in the finest of silky black seamed stockings.

It would be ridiculous to believe that she was anything other than female for she has no bulging cock and men do not have long erect nipples as she has.

I see you return behind me coming back to the bed carrying a dress. Carefully you hold it up for me to inspect. It is a form fitting red velvet, lined with satin, tight to the elbows and knees, and it has a high black lacy neck.

The creation is enough to cover every inch of skin except my hands and face, perfect for a party. You place it carefully around me from the front sliding my hands with their long red nails into the sleeves, then pulling it up over my shoulders and around my back.

Then you step behind me and pull it tightly around my shapely body. I can't feel through the corset, but I know you are threading the laces through a series of eyelets running from my neck to my knees.

The dress wraps tightly around me as you pull the lacing closed. Smooth satin sliding over my sore buttocks and coming well down my thighs before blossoming out into a sea of ruffles at my feet. It gives me enough mobility to take short steps all I could take anyway, with my knees locked together as they are. I feel the high ruffs framing my face, hiding the collar, and more satin sliding across my abused nipples.

I'm ready, and you put an arm around my waist, hardly felt through the layers of velvet and satin and steel boning.

"Come on, let's go to the party."

I take small, steps forward, feeling the leather between my legs, my aching anus underneath. Satin rubs my sore buttocks and covers my swollen nipples, I am tormented with frustration, and feel the dildo moving slightly as I walk. It will be a long party.

 

 

 

© 2001
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