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Before The Party
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Before the Party
Red....a holiday color. I see it out of the corner of my eyes, a small heap
of red velvet and black leather where you have dropped it behind me on the
bed. My arms are cuffed behind my back to a bedpost as I wait. My hair is up
and my makeup done; you have said we are going out. But as yet have given me
nothing to wear.
I feel you unclip the cuffs and I bring my arms forward in relief.
"Up."
I rise and at your light push move quickly forward to stand under the hooks and
chains dangling from the ceiling at the far side of the room. My hands, still
cuffed, are quickly locked in place over my head.
You stand behind me, running light hands over my thighs, my belly, my breasts,
tugging lightly on my nipples - then harder, twisting until I cry out in pain.
You stop, and moments later a blindfold is drawn over my eyes. Then there is
leather on my ankles, and I feel my legs being drawn sharply apart - a
standing spreadeagle.
Your hands slide over my buttocks, squeezing gently, then one finger dips
between my legs, feeling my wetness, rubbing in slow circles across my clit.
I arch forward, but you pull it away. Moments later I feel leather tails
being drawn 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
lovely shade of red. The blows stop.
I feel you move around to stand in front of me, your fingers teasing and
tugging at my nipples again. Then a short, sharp pain as something is clamped
on one, just to the left of the nipple. A clothespin? The same happens on
the other side, creating a dull, off-center ache. Then another sharp pain,
this time to the right of the nipple. Repeated on the other side. And
another, and another - a set of clothespins ringing each nipple. You draw the
leather tails across them, then there is a light blow across my breasts. The
clothespins dance, the nipples between them swollen and red. I moan in pain.
Then a final sharp pain to each side. Nipple clamps. Strong ones. I wait
for the pain to fade, feeling your hands run down my body, stroking between my
legs. The pleasure and pain mix until I am pressing frantically against you,
hips thrusting involuntarily, rising toward orgasm.
You move away. Moments later I feel the sharp pains ringing my nipples begin
again - you are removing each clothespin. Fast. I cry out helplessly at each
stab of pain. You leave the heavy clamps on; my nipples feel enormous. I
feel a finger trace lightly around each nipple, stroking gently over the
throbbing pain as it subsides.
Suddenly you are gone, but only for a moment. I feel your arms around me,
then suddenly something is being wrapped tightly around me. I feel bones, and
satin - a corset? It presses against my aching nipples, and I cry out in
pain. Then you are moving around in front of me, one hand holding the corset
in place. The other tugs at one nipple clamp, lifting my breast and pulling
it forward. I feel the corset close around my breast, leaving my nipple
exposed as you tug it into place. Then the whole procedure is repeated, as I
try vainly to lean forward, to prevent the painful tugging.
Corset in place, you move around behind me and I feel the laces crawling
across my spine as you begin to thread them through. Then pulling, as I
strain against the cuffs holding my wrists. Slowly, inch by inch, the corset
is pulled shut. I feel it close around me, cinching my waist in and
restricting my breathing - already unsteady - to shallow gasps. Finally it is
closed. I am held upright, with a slight curve, the corset lifting my breasts
and thrusting my buttocks out in back.
You slide one hand down between my legs, skimming over my clit and sending a
finger deep inside me. I squirm frantically, hot and wet. You chuckle.
"Very nice."
Then your hand is removed, as I give a little moan, and I feel light tugging
at the chains holding my wrist cuffs to the ceiling. Then release; I lower my
arms. Still chained, but much lower. I feel you fussing with the corset in
back, then a sudden pull that almost lifts me off the floor. You've attached
something to the corset at the small of my back - and as you pull it tighter,
I'm lifted to my toes, almost into the air. Then another tug, this time on
the front. I can feel your breath on my aching nipples as a weight suddenly
tugs me downward. Suddenly, I'm fastened to an axis of chain - attached to
the floor in front and the ceiling in back, the corset keeping my body stiff,
legs splayed out and apart, arms chained outward. I dance on my toes, trying
to take some weight off the corset and catch more breath.
Then I feel your hands on my ankle, rough fishnet sliding up my leg to my
thigh, and the slight tug of garters as it is attached to the corset. Then
the other. Then, carefully, my foot is inserted into a shoe. A very high
heel; it leaves me still almost on tip-toe. I feel straps coming around my
ankle and hear the snick of a lock. Then the other foot receives the same
treatment. The heels help a little, balance-wise, but I am still supported
far too much by the corset. I breathe in small, shallow gasps.
Your hands tug briefly on the nipple clamps, which suddenly become heavier.
Weights. I feel like my nipples are being pulled off, reaching down toward
the floor. Then the leather tails are brushing my already-sore buttocks, and
the flogging begins 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 clit. My universe narrows down to pain - from my clamped and
weighted nipples, from 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. The weights are removed from my nipples, then the chains
released from my corset. I stand upright in relief as you pull my arms back
above my head again. 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 feel
its hard throbbing touch briefly against my clit before sliding down toward my
cunt. Back and forth, touching me so lightly that I strain to bring my body
against it, trying to press backward to bring it back to my aching clit. But
you keep it moving, never allowing me the release of an orgasm but keeping me
shuddering on the edge.
"Please...." I gasp out franticly, and feel you respond by finally pressing
the vibrator hard against my clit. 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. I thrust my hips forward,
helplessly seeking more and moaning as I feel nothing but air. My clit is
swollen and I feel dripping wet. But the vibrator is gone, and I feel the
lightest touch of your tongue, sliding up and down my slit, ever so gently
over the labia, stroking gently across my clit - not quite enough to push
me over the edge. I struggle frantically, thrusting my hips forward again,
trying to bring my legs together to create some pressure. But I am tied too
tightly. There is a sharp pain in each nipple - you have finally removed
the clamps. As the blood rushes back I cry out in agony. I feel your tongue,
sucking and soothing away the pain. Then nothing. You have moved away, and
I am left squirming in frustrated arousal.
I feel cold metal, low on my belly, and your fingers, and gasp. I can feel
you working something up between my skin and the lower edge of the corset.
Then I feel metal slide against me, three times, with three small snicks. You
have locked something to the corset. I moan as I feel your fingers probing
downward, pushing gently up inside me before vanishing, to be replaced by
something larger. A dildo. A thick one. Spreading my cunt lips apart and
pushing up inside me. I squirm hopefully, but you leave my clit untouched,
working the dildo in to its entire length. Then I feel something pulled
between my legs, across the outside of my labia. Crotchless? Then a slight
tugging on the front of the corset as it is pulled tight, reaching up between
my buttocks slightly and forcing them apart. A small coldness on my back,
and the soft snick of another lock. Whatever it is, it is locked between my
legs - but open, providing no sensation to my aching clit, no stimulation to
orgasm. I feel you press against me from behind, one hand holding the dildo
in place as the other comes around to the front, tugging at the dark fur
between my legs, teasing gently - ever so gently - at my clit, tracing up and
down the lips of my cunt where the dildo is forcing them apart. Again, the
slightest touch sends me squirming - but it is never quite enough.
"Please, sir - let me come...." I gasp out, trying frantically to press up
against those teasing fingers.
"No."
And the fingers are removed. More small snicking noises. I feel your hands
moving between my legs, and suddenly the dildo is locked in place by itself.
What are you doing? I gasp at a small cold sensation back behind the dildo,
and the snick of another small lock. And another. And another. Over and
over again, small cold sensations crawling along my slash from the back to the
front as the formerly crotchless garment is drawn closed and locked shut. I
moan as I feel the locks begin to reach up past the dildo, pulling my pussy
lips together around it. Then a brief slide of your fingers across my clit
before the last cold lock clicks shut over it, pulling the two sides of the
gadget completely together. I moan in frustration. You slap my crotch
lightly; I can barely feel it through the thick layers of leather and padding
now covering my crotch, locked in place. A chastity belt.
You release my arms and legs and I totter slightly on the heels as I bring my
legs together hopefully. But the thickness of the chastity belt prevents me
from creating the stimulation I long for by pressure of my thighs; I can
feel nothing except the slight rubbing of the tops of the locks against my
clit and down my labia, as I strain for stronger sensation.
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. I am
unable to separate my legs more than a few inches; walking will be difficult.
You release my arms; I bring them thankfully down as you remove the blindfold.
"Ready to get dressed?" you ask. Over this? I feel too dressed already, when
I long more than anything for the touch of your hand, caressing and stroking
and bringing me finally to climax.
The blindfold falls away and I look down at myself. As I thought, my entire
crotch is covered by a thick black leather contraption, with a series of tiny
locks running its length between my legs, and more 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. Slowly. Now
let's get you dressed before we're late."
Your hand on my back guides me over to the mirror. Then you move back to the
bed and return with the dress. It is a form-fitting red velvet, lined with
satin, tight to the elbows and knees before falling into swirls of red and
white ruffles. Perfect for a formal holiday party. And high-necked with
ruffles, enough to cover every inch of skin except my hands and face. You
bring it carefully around me from the front sliding my hands into the sleeves,
then pull it around my back. I can't feel through the corset, but I know you
are threading the laces through the long series of eyelets running from my the
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, giving me enough mobility to take short
steps - all I could take anyway, with my knees locked together as they are. I
feel the high ruffes framing my face, hiding the collar, and more satin
sliding across my abused nipples. I'm ready.
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, mincing steps forward, feeling the leather between my legs, my
aching clit underneath. Satin rubs my sore buttocks and covers my swollen
nipples. I am wet with frustration, and feel the dildo moving slightly as I
walk. It will be a long party.
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Hope you enjoyed it....
Amoret
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