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MilesMonroe -> RE: Double Dutch Treat, Chapter 1 (5/6/2012 10:33:27 PM)
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It seemed like an eternity in her mind. Nia lay there wriggling in response to the dildo vibrating inside her. When was Lance going to return? How long did it take to get a beer? Occasionally she bit down on the rubber ball gag when things got too close. She had already had one small orgasm and she could feel her pleasure center building. Nia felt her body developing a glistening layer of perspiration, the results of her struggle against the bonds and in response to the vibrator. The clamps still pinched her nipples but they had acclimated somewhat to the feeling and it wasn't the biting pain she felt when they were put on. She blinked her eyes thinking that would restore her sight but alas, just as the ropes securely held her body the blindfold securely kept her sight from her. She laid back giving up the struggle for just a moment pouting at her predicament.
With the bags retrieved and sitting at the bottom of the stairs Sheryl returned to her glass of wine, finishing it, setting the glass on the table and giving Lance the "I'm ready for the tequila" look. Lance noticing the que produces a chlled shot glass from the freezer and a bottle of tequila. He pours a shot into the chilled glass and reaches into the referigerator grabbing two Coronas. Opening them both he takes a drink from his and motions to Sheryl her order is ready.
Sheryl took the chilled glass and poured it down her throat following it with a draw from her Corona. "Now I'm feeling a little better. When do you think Nia is going to be down?" she asked Lance.
"I doubt for a while. She's really tied up at the moment," Lance repeated, wondering when Sheryl was going to start getting suspicious.
Sheryl was feeling the effects of the alcohol a bit now. Her rage and inhibitions passed she asked Lance, "You've said that twice now. What is she doing? Is she upstairs?"
"Yes she is. She's not doing much at the moment but I think she's having a good time doing it," Lance said slyly again, feeling that Sheryl was beginning to loosen up.
"You're not making a lot of sense. I'm going to take my bags upstairs and say hello to her," Sheryl said.
"Ok, but you probably ought to let me help you," Lance said grabbing Sheryl's two bags and leading her up the stairs to the master bedroom.
The bags safely at the end of Sheryl's dresser she makes a move to leave the room saying to Lance, "I'm going to see what Nia's up to and say hello."
Knowing the jig was up Lance had to make a bold move. "Ok Sheryl, but let me open the door and you need to be real quiet," he admonished her.
Slightly buzzed and somewhat frustrated at his obstructionism she continued to move to the door. Lance cut her off and led her to Nia's room. Before opening the door he again reminded Sheryl that she needed to be quiet. The knob turned and the door slowly opened. Sheryl and Lance crept in and Sheryl caught sight of Nia's bound, gagged and blindfolded body writhing on her bed. She went to speak and Lance quickly clasped one hand over her mouth and the other behind her head keeping her from speaking.
"Like I told you Sheryl, she's all tied up at the moment," Lance again whispered in her ear still clasping his hand over her mouth. As Sheryl regained her composure she watched as Nia wriggled against the ropes and moaned in pleasure as she felt the hum of the vibrator working inside her. Lance quietly spirited Sheryl out of the room closing the door.
"What the hell are you doing to her Lance?" Sheryl asked in a half-whisper half-shout.
"She submitted to be under my control for the entire weekend in exchange for a greater understanding of how much pleasure she can feel," Lance said looking Sheryl straight in the eyes.
"So does that give you the right to tie her to the bed, gag and blindfold her? Sheryl inquired.
"It does and probably a lot more. She wants to feel what it's like to have repeated multiple orgasms beyond her ability to control them. I'll take from her the pleasure that I want too. But she will be thoroughly pleasured when I am done with her. Right now I have a vibrator inside her and I can adjust the intensity of it with this remote control. Be quiet and listen as I turn it up a notch," Lance said as he dialed up the level of intensity on the remote. Within seconds they both heard an empassioned moan over the sound of the radio from Nia as she tried to adjust to the new more intense pleasure coursing through her pussy.
"And she's ok with this?" Sheryl asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I asked her once again just before I initially tied her up," Lance replied.
"And will she get a good fucking," Sheryl asked.
"Most certainly," Lance replied again.
"Can we make this a twosome?" Sheryl asked as she placed her wrists together in front of her indicating she was willing to submit to Lance.
"I certainly can make room for two but I'll have to do a little shopping tomorrow," Lance replied taking Sheryl's wrists and pulling them behind her back. "Now keep them together. And stand straight," Lance said.
"Yes sir," Sheryl replied grasping her hands together behind her and straightening her back.
Struggling to hide his nerves Lance probed Sheryl's body with his hands there in the hallway outside Nia's room where she remained locked in mortal combat against the vibrator and her next orgasm. Just like Nia Sheryl had ample curves but was slightly shorter. She was in remarkable shape for her age. Sheryl moaned lightly as Lance's hands explored her pussy and then her breasts. Lance then motioned for Sheryl to remove her top. She slid it off over her head leaving her clad in her stretch pants and bra. Lance felt her breasts through the bra feeling them firm with his touch like Nia's. Instructing Sheryl to remain still Lance took from his back pocket the pair of handcuffs he had retrieved from his bag earlier. He quickly clasped the cuffs on Sheryl's wrists securing her future cooperation.
"Now in order to do what I want to do I need a couple things. Do you have any tools?" Lance asked Sheryl.
"My ex-husband left a cabinet full of tools and things in the garage. You might check there," Sheryl replied.
"Good you show me," Lance said moving Sheryl along in front of him to go downstairs. Once in the garage Lance found a large metal o-ring and an electronic stud finder. He returned with Sheryl to her room and turned her back to him and reached around the back of her neck with his hand and gently pressed the red ball into Sheryl's mouth. Surprised Sheryl resisted at first but gently opened her mouth and accepted the gag. Lance pulled the straps tight to keep the ball in place and fastened them beneath Sheryl's shoulder length brown hair. He laid her down on her bed instructing her to remain there until he returned. Lance then returned to Nia's room where she continued to writhe in darkness. He didn't want Nia to find out Sheryl was here just yet.
Using the stud finder from the garage Lance slid it slowly across the ceiling finding a stud in the ceiling where he screwed in the o-ring. Next he went to the bag next to Nia's bed and removed several lengths of rope a pair of ankle cuffs and a length of large round PVC pipe capped at each end and with eyelet screws inserted on top of the caps and set them on the floor beneath where he had installed the o-ring in the ceiling. He paused for a few moments to caress her body and tease her by tugging on the nipple clamps until she winced. He massaged Nia's glistening frame and whispered in her ear, "I just have you on simmer at the moment. I'll turn up the temperature soon and I have a surprise for you." Nia moaned through the gag at Lance's words her head swaying back and forth in response to her next pleasure explosion. Lance retrieved the remote control from his pocket and increased the intensity a little more which immediately caused Nia to wriggle and tug on the ropes trying to release the energy created by her pleasure.
This was not the first time Sheryl had been handcuffed. But it was the first time she consented to it. As she laid there on the bed waiting for Lance to return Sheryl recalled the first time. It was two boyfriends before Martin and was Nia's first year in college. The end of the relationship was a bit fiery and the police were called to try and restore calm. In the process both her and her future ex-boyfriend were handcuffed while the officers sorted things out. It was the first time she'd been gagged. The gag was a large single leather strapped ball gag. She tried to press the ball out with her tongue but it was firmly placed and despite her efforts she couldn't eject it.
Sheryl rolled over on her back then back on her stomach testing her ability to move with her bounds. Her legs free, she sat up on the edge of the bed and stood up. She walked to her bathroom mirror and looked at herself. Her naked upper body was exposed and she saw the rounded shape of her shoulders formed by the handcuffs pulling them back turning on the vanity light with her cuffed hands. She examined the gag filling her mouth distorting her shapely face. Her shoulder length brown hair had yet to be tousled and laid nicely on her shoulders. Sheryl was excited by the look of her bondage. She could feel her juices begin to flow and there was a definite temperature elevation occuring in her stretch pants. Distracted, Sheryl didn't hear Lance close Nia's bedroom door enroute back to Sheryl's. Still examining herself in the mirror Sheryl first heard the door handle to her bedroom begin to turn. Suddenly she remembered she had been instructed to remain on the bed. She made a dash to the bed running and dove for it landing on the mattress just as the door opened. Sheryl lay there quietly bouncing a couple times lightly from impact hoping Lance didn't notice her hasty return from her adventure to the mirror.
Lance walked over to the bed and turned Sheryl on her back. Next he unzipped her stretch pants and began to slide them off exposing Sheryl's tone legs. Lance pulled them off Sheryl's ankles and quickly attached each of the ankle cuffs to Sheryl's ankles then clasped them together with a small sprngloaded clasp. The small clasp allowed her a slight bit of movement but severely restricting her ability to walk. Sheryl playfully resisted Lance's further attempts to gain control of her legs and Lance dragged her to the edge of the bed and stood her up on her feet. Sheryl wobbled under the restraint of the ankle cuffs but not for long as Lance took her and sat down on Sheryl's bed laying her over his lap.
"Sheryl I know you got off the bed while I was gone," Lance said to her as her head dangled above the floor.
"No..mmmphhh...I didn't," Sheryl protested through the gag shaking her head side to side indicating no.
"Sheryl you're going to learn this weekend that non-compliance has one price but lying to me has another," Lance said as he landed a hard smack with his bare hand on Sheryl's panty clad buttocks.
"MMMMmmmmmmmpppphhhhh!!!!" Sheryl shrieked through the gag feeling the sting of his hand on her ass. She winced more as the punishment continued. She tried to pull away from Lance but her bonds gave her little advantage.
Stopping briefly, Lance told Sheryl, "You forgot to turn off the bathroom light and that gave you away. That alone would cause you to get punishment but then you lied to me when I asked you what you had done. And for that you're going to get another thirty smacks on your ass."
Thwack, thwack, thwack....Sheryl listened and winced as the first ten barehanded swats were delivered. She could feel tears beginning to flow from the pain of his assault. He stopped at ten and Sheryl managed to take a deep breath and exhale. Maybe he was going to stop at ten she thought. Next she felt Lance's hand between her legs massaging her pussy.
"You're wet. I bet you'll be wetter in ten more swats," Lance said as he delivered ten more swats to Sheryl's ass now shining bright red through her panties.
More tears, more biting on the gag and more struggling trying to endure the pain of his hand. Sheryl flailed her legs against the shackles trying anything to alleviate her situation. She looked down and saw a small wet spot beginning to form in her carpet where her tears and drool were collecting. Ten more down....she could feel him massaging her pussy again. Sheryl couldn't hold back a pleasureable moan through the gag as his fingers began to probe deeper.
"I think you're going to need the last ten. You're just not wet enough yet," Lance said as he delivered ten more firm smacks to Sheryl's rosy ass.
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, Sheryl counted off the last three assaults on her tender skin and collapsed against her bonds as it ended. Her ass-cheeks throbbed in pain. She felt Lance's arm reach under her torso and lift her from his lap. Lance placed his other hand on her waist and returned her to a standing position. Sheryl struggled just a bit to regain her balance.
"If you had told me the truth I would have only given you five swats," Lance said as he stroked Sheryl's face with his hand brusing her hair away from her tear-streaked face and mouth. Lance turned Sheryl with her back to him and removed her handcuffs. He then turned her back towards him and took her wrists and bound them in front of her with a length of rope. Once secured he isntructed Sheryl to begin walking towards the door.
"But I can hardly walk!" Sheryl mumbled in protest through the gag.
"Would you rather have another spanking before you walk?" Lance replied.
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