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Steve and Lola do Bondage and Disipline
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"So you wanted to try something a little kinky?" said Steve as he led Lola to the bedroom. "Let's sif this turns you on."
In the middle of the room stood what looked like an operating table from some mad scientist's laboray. Shiny chrome sidebars and wheels, black padded top, and an assortment of straps and buckles. oaran her hand lightly over it, feeling all the ominous hardware. Steve said, "Lie down, and I'lltratyou to an interesting experiment. Or is this too much for you to handle?" Lola imagined herslf yin strapped down on the table, quite helpless and vulnerable. What would it really feel like?
Not quite sure of herself, but filled with an exquisite mixture of fear and erotic anticipation, shepped up onto the table and lay down. Steve immediately began to quickly and methodically strap he oit. Each wrist was wrapped with a wide leather cuff that buckled snugly. In no time at all herars ere held fast. He then moved to her ankles, to bind them
with similar restraints. First he did the left ankle; then he reached for the right one. Feeling one free leg in his hand, Lola thought to herself "I still have a chance to kick free and get up."bt instead she surrendered to the peculiar feeling in her stomach and let her leg be pulled into ostin and secured. There was something dangerously alluring in being held fast.
Steve next began to pull the body straps over her, buckle them, and slide them tight. First one juselow the knees, then one over the thighs, next one over the hips, then one over the belly, anotherjs beneath the breasts, and finally, one just over the top of the shoulders. The straps pressed hr ow into the soft padding on the table like so many greedy hands, and left her quite immobile. Hr beating was coming faster now, and a familiar throbbing began between her legs.
"I've got you right where I want you" said Steve, with a grin on his face as he fastened the final sp.
"So what are you
going to do about it?" asked Lola, with a teasing smile.
"Hey, you're no longer in control here. I think you need to learn a little discipline. Maybe we shd start your first lesson with a pink belly." said Steve as he drummed his fingers on her stomach.Sewas so soft where his fingers pressed. He was eager to feel more of her.
"Pink belly? What's that? What are you talking about?" Lola was beginning to feel a bit apprehensiv
"Something you'll just have to experience" he said as he flipped open the buckle on the strap over hstomach and took it off. "Never talk about what's more fun to actually do". Steve held a loose fl f her blouse in his hand and gave it a short pull. The front slid up and exposed a thin line ofskn. He ran his finger lightly across it, tickling and watching her try to move away. He then tuged er louse completely out of the waistband of her jeans, and began unbuttoning it. Lola squirmedas se fet her belly being uncovered, but the strap
s held her fast. Steve unzipped her jeans, pulled them open, and slid them down a few inches. Lolasoft, white belly was now completely exposed. Steve watched it rise and fall with the rhythm of hrbeathing. He slowly slid his hand from her chest downward. There was something so appealing to hefel of his hand on her-- helpless, exposed, waiting. He bent over and began to trace warm, wet,laz cicles around her navel with his tongue. The effect was electrifying on Lola. She began to witheand reathe heavily.
"Oh, Steve.... fuck me! Take me now, I'm so hot!"
"All in good time, but first you're going to get that pink belly I've been wanting to give you." St put his hand back on her belly, and began to rub in slow circles. In the back of her mind, Lola a till worrying about what he meant to do, but she soon was focusing all her attention on the warm isitent hand caressing her flesh. The heat and anticipation were almost unbearable. The rubbingseeed o go
on forever (or did she just wish it would?), but it was also slowly changing to something more liketting. She could even hear the plap-plap-plap of his palm making contact. She felt the little ripe spread across her belly as it shook from the contact of his hand. Mmmmmm it felt delicious, th lxuious feel of her bouncing and jiggling while laying exposed in front of him was so hedonisticaly ecaent. Steve was starting to speed up the rhythm and increase the force. A clear smacking sond culd e heard as the tempo picked up.
Lola strained at the straps. "What are you doing?" she gasped.
Steve stopped and said "Take a look....."
Lola raised her head and peered down the length of her bound body. The soft white skin of her bellyd taken on a slightly rosy hue from all the stimulation. A sudden realization hit her, and she knwnw what Steve meant to do. She felt completely trapped and helpless. What to do? Maybe she coud al her way out of what she knew was i
nevitable.
"Okay, you've made it pink, so that's that." Lola hoped that he was finished, but she knew from theile on his face (and the paleness of her naked belly) that there was much more work to be done. "e e up." she whimpered, and struggled against the straps.
"Just relax" said Steve. His hand was back tracing warm, soft circles around her navel. "We just gstarted. Besides, you're not going to chicken out on me, are you?" His warm palm teased and ticke,quickening the pulse between her legs..
Lola slumped back against the table. The helpless restraint and the insistent rubbing were so seduce. The heat coursed right down through her thighs. All she could do was moan "No, I guess not, ohh..........." By now his hand began the familiar patting, and Lola focused all her attention on t,wating for the speed and force to build slowly, slowly, slowly.
A few minutes of agonizing pleasure passed and the smacking again suddenly stopped. Lola raised herad
and looked at her belly. Slightly more pink. There was also a warm, subtle, burning sensation thisme. Lola realized that she liked it. It made her feel taken and ravished, but not really hurt. tv began his slow, teasing rub again.
"I want you to ask me for it this time" he said.
Lola looked up at him, feeling her soft belly against his hand. "Steve, give me a pink belly!" Sheghed as the patting began. She lifted her head to watch. It made her hot to look at his hand smakn her belly, to see the flesh ripple and quiver, to feel the warming sensation it gave her. A sude crious image of belly dancers flooded her mind, of how their dancing could incite this sort of ttak. Was this how a harem girl was taken? She wanted more! Steve was an artist, building slowly eroicaly, but never going too far.
"Let's see those tits" said Steve as he undid the strap just beneath her breasts. He unbuttoned herouse the rest of the way up and pulled it open. Lola wasn't
wearing a bra, and her nipples stood at attention like tiny pink soldiers. Steve bent over and puts mouth on one while he reached over with his left hand to toy with the other. His right hand wasu n Lola's chest, sliding slowly back down to her belly.
Lola was writhing on the table, her breath fast and raspy. The warm, wet tongue circling one nipplehe hot fingers teasing the other, and the soft palm sliding back to her burning belly were almost o leasurable to bear. Then the patting began, slowly at first, and then building to an erotic crecedo Lola could hear the slurping of Steve's lips on her breast, the smacking of his hand on her tomch,and the sound of her own urgent breathing fill the room. She let out a low moan of pleasure.
"Good girl" said Steve as he straightened up. "I knew you'd get into it. You know, giving someone ank belly is really an art, if you do it right. Let me show you some other techniques. First is terb".
Steve began a very br
isk up-and-down rubbing on her belly. The friction caused her whole body to move with the rhythm of, and her breasts shook with each stroke. Lola thoroughly enjoyed knowing that Steve was getting und on by watching her tits bounce. She also knew now why he had exposed them. He had planned ths itle show in advance. He stopped rubbing and her breasts quivered to a standstill. He reached ut nd ave the left one a quick pinch.
"Then there's the pinch" said Steve. He grabbed the tender area just below her navel between his th and forefinger and gave it a little twist. He repeated this technique in different locations aron er stomach. Each little tweak sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Her belly undulated in esone.
"Of course you already know about the slap" grinned Steve as he dropped his hand onto her belly withsmack. Lola sighed and arched her back. "But there is a way to improve even that". He turned an aked out of the room. Lola could hea
r him rummaging around in the kitchen. In a few minutes he returned, with a glass of ice cubes and ooden spatula.
"Skin is most sensual when its wet" said Steve as he held an ice cube aloft over Lola's bare belly. lowered it slowly toward its mark. Lola lifted her head to watch its descent. The first touch o h cold wetness sent shivers of pleasure through her. Steve began sliding the ice cube around in id crcles. Lola watched as her belly got wetter and wetter, and at the right moment, she pulled i he stmach. The water ran together into tiny rivulets and puddled into her deep navel. Steve groned ith leasure watching this, and bent down to slurp out the little pool. He then started tracin circes arund her nipples with the ice, watching them stiffen in response to the cold.
"That won't get me pink, Steve" smirked Lola.
"But this will" he said as reached for the spatula. It was very light and thin, made of soft pine. stroked her belly lightly with it,
teasing her. She felt the twinge of apprehension return. Would this be too much? He started patt her with it. She watched in tense anticipation. The speed picked up, and the wetness of her ski opled with the light wood of the spatula produced a very loud "smack" in comparison to the actualimac it made. She could not look away, fixated by the sight of her belly bouncing underneath the patla,and slowly turning a glowing shade of pink. Her cunt was throbbing by now, and she arched hr bak aginst the straps and cried out as Steve finished with three hard slaps.
His hands were busy at the strap over her hips, taking it off. He slipped down her jeans and pantien one smooth move. He quickly peeled off his clothes and climbed onto the table. Lola was gaspin o air, her eyes rolling in ecstasy. She was so wet he slid in up to the hilt in one easy thrust ve tough her legs were pinioned together. In just a few strokes she was bucking and straining in he hros
of a giant orgasm. The straps somehow amplified the waves of pleasure to an amazing level.
As her pulse slowly returned to normal, Steve worked at removing all the restraints. She sat up andiled. "You were right, that certainly was an interesting experiment. Now its your turn. Lie dow n relax!" Lola was stroking Steve's belly and fingering one of the silver buckles with intense atiiption.
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