A High Price to Pay ( F/F later F/FF )

[LunaDog]

A HIGH PRICE TO PAY

The moment that I stirred back into life I knew that I was in serious trouble. Firstly, I could see absolutely nothing, well apart from the total blackness of the inside of a satin blindfold but I guess that doesn’t count, does it? I could, however, use my sense of touch, to feel. So, just what did that particular sense allow me to ascertain?

The satin sheet that had been placed onto the bed that I was now lying on for one thing. With the single pillow upon which my head presently rested being manufactured from the very same material, I noted. Yes, so I will admit that the feel of that felt utterly delicious against my skin, well apart from my legs which had been left in the sheer nylon stockings that I wore, but I was in no position to delight in the sensation. For I could clearly feel the silk bonds, that held me to the four solid corner posts of this bed, admittedly indirectly around my ankles, due to those stockings, but fully wrapped in a completely inescapable manner around both my wrists and hands. It took just seconds of struggling against them for me to realise that these bonds had been executed perfectly, whilst not too tight at all, presenting no danger, there was absolutely no chance of my escaping from them. And, apart from the aforementioned stockings, together with the satin suspender belt that held them, I was completely naked, my pussy and tits exposed to the open air, as my bra and panties had been removed from me.

I was, therefore, the utter captive of this bed, I found myself in a position where there was no prospect of me leaving it of my own volition, no I would remain bound upon it until somebody other than myself decided otherwise. Presumably the person, or persons, who had confined me to it in the first place. But who was that? And how, and possibly of even more significance why, had they done so?

A female voice that I didn’t recognise at all, gave me my first clue. “Good evening, Darling, welcome back to the land of the living, as it were. Now then, as you’ve woken up firmly held within my hands, oh and by the way I’m acting completely alone here, there’s no doubt a multitude of questions running around within that head of yours, aren’t there?”
“Well, yes, I can’t argue with that.”
“Thought so. Probably though, the most pressing of which are just who am I, followed by just why I have taken you as my prisoner? And, of course, what do I plan for you now?”
“Again, correct.”
“Don’t worry all will be fully explained to you shortly, but not just yet!”

The next thing I heard was one of those vibrating wands starting up, and I believed that it was just about to used upon my own bound body. But no, it soon became clear that this woman was using it upon herself, unseen by me of course, with her panties still covering her own sexual organ. Therefore, the climax that she bought herself to was quite a mild one, her cries of joy being fairly quiet, but by this action had achieved her primary aim of covering the inside of her panties with her sexual juices.

Which completely dominated my sense of taste, and to some extent my one of smell too, as my tormentor swiftly removed them from her own form, and inserted them, quite forcibly it must be said, into my mouth, securing them in place with another silk bondage tie, that she secured around my head, tying it off right by my mouth. Taking, both her domination and her utter humiliation of me, even further. I was totally petrified by now, I must admit. Just what did she have planned for me, plans that I could nothing whatsoever to thwart?

My captor then proceeded to lift, not remove note, my blindfold leaving it resting on my forehead with the obvious indication that she’d return it to cover my eyes once more later, and it was now that I thought I recognised both the bed and the room that it was situated within, although I couldn’t place my female captor within my memory.

“I can see that you recall this room, as you should do for you’ve been here before, haven’t you, Darling?” There was no point in denying it, the expression upon my face told her all that she needed to know, so I made no attempt to do so. “Right, now I’m going to leave you alone for a while, to enjoy a little video, which should answer a few, if not all, of those earlier questions you have. Ciao!” Just before she walked through the bedroom door, locking it shut having passed through as if that was necessary for goodness’ sake, she pressed a button or two upon some sort of remote control, and the large T.V. mounted on the wall opposite the bed sprang into life, giving me a clear view.

Upon the screen came this very room and bed, with again a person tied very securely to the four bed posts and firmly under the control of a second being, me. Yes, I’d acted as the captor that time, with my captive being a naked male. As the scene portrayed the suspender clad me proceeding to shag him, good and hard by the way, it suddenly dawned upon me, that my ‘screen companion’ here might have just left out a rather important detail within the conversation that had led to the events now being shown upon the T.V. unfolding.

Like the fact that he was actually married, or at least within a relationship, and not single as he’d informed me, clearly incorrectly. Presumably with the woman who’d captured me, and now obviously had some sort of punishment in mind for her assumed misdeed upon my part? Obviously not in any mood to believe that I, completely genuinely as he HAD lied to me, had no knowledge whatsoever of his married, or committed to another woman, status.

The video had just come to an end with the screen turning blank, when I heard the key turn within the bedroom door lock, said door opened and back into the room strode my captor, very purposely! To take utter delight upon the absolute look of pure terror upon my face, as my eyes bulged with fear at the sight of her, and just what she now wore!

It wasn’t her clothing that induced that frightened state, because in all frankness she wore very little, just like me a suspender belt and very sheer nylon stockings. Nor was it the sight of the nipple clamps within her left hand, although they did look extremely painful and were clearly intended to be placed upon my own tits. No, it was the silicon monstrosity that covered her own pussy that caused me so much distress. Over nine inches long with a very wide girth, it sent out one very clear message. One very much confirmed by my captor right there and then, when she almost shouted at me, “YOU ARE NOW GOING TO BE SHAGGED!”

[Glovedgirllover]

What a wonderful story! But I would really like to know how exactly the man became her prisoner, and how she herself later became his wife's prisoner?

[LunaDog]

What a wonderful story! But I would really like to know how exactly the man became her prisoner, and how she herself later became his wife's prisoner?

Ah, this story is more about events going forward, than recalling things that have already happened. But i will point out, because it won't act as any sort of 'spoiler,' is that when the husband became tied to the bed, by the woman who is now at the mercy of his wife, it was with his full agreement and permission. In fact he'd asked her to do it. And, also as stated already, he'd lied to her, he'd failed to mention that he was married, telling her that he was single. Not that his wife believed that, hence her drugging and capturing this woman. It's why, when the wife lifts the blindfold, the woman recognises the bed and the room, but not the wife.

[LunaDog]

As she simply stood still, allowing that statement of hers to fully sink in, she continued. “Recognise my husband, do you? You sure as hell ‘entertained’ him, didn’t you? Well, you’ve had your fun, and now it’s my turn. I’ve suspected him of, what’s that expression, oh yes, ‘playing away,’ for quite some time now, so that’s when I set up my little camera, and guess just who it caught? Yes, you missy, and please believe me here, you’re about to discover that there’s a high price to pay for messing about with my man. Like I say I’m about to shag you, and make no mistake, the sex I’m going to inflict upon you will be hard, it will be fast and above all it will be utterly RAW! I’m going to keep you ‘at it’ again and again and again, shagging you absolutely senseless, until the point arrives, and please believe me, it WILL, when you can’t take any more and beg, yes BEG, me to stop. Which is a plea that I’ll almost certainly ignore as I’ll demand yet more sex from you!”

My eyes must have bulged again at this statement of intent, one I had no difficulty in truly believing to be absolutely accurate and truthful. “Yes, be afraid missy, be VERY afraid! Let’s get started, shall we?” Shaking the nipple clamps held within her hand.

I’d thought that they would be painful, and unfortunately that assumption proved to be totally correct. I screamed as loudly as I could, bear in mind that I still had my captor’s female panties shoved inside of my mouth, when she, having ‘played’ with the nipples of my tits, clamped one around said nipple, quickly followed by the other. And then gave the chain that linked them a, not so gentle, tug!

She now laid her body on top of mine, and actually then did something that I did desire. For she undid the tie within my mouth and pulled out that pair of soiled panties that resided there. Following that by attacking my lips with her own, an action during which I felt, as I’d closed my eyes during that completely passionate kiss, said eyes being covered once more, as she’d correctly positioned the blindfold again. Meaning my world was returned to exist within the state of utter darkness again.

However, all of this was secondary to the main reason she’d tied me to her bed for, and I could now feel the tip of her strap-on as it successfully located my slit. Thankful that she’d at least placed a generous amount of lube upon it as she began to penetrate me. To become rather pleasantly surprised by the sensation that this action produced, because it actually felt delicious as she, once more with my gratitude, very slowly pushed it in further, until its full length had been absorbed by my, soaking wet pussy. Another factor that had taken me by surprise.

“Well then, missy, how does it feel to have your Mistress’s strap-on shoved into your pussy? Better than my husband’s cock?” Funnily enough it DID, it actually felt fantastic, but I decided against informing my, might as well use her term, Mistress of this fact, instead staying silent.

“Nothing to say, eh? Well, you’d better get used to it, from now until you beg me to stop, this present location is just what my tool will regard as its ‘home,’ missy!” A prospect that no longer filled me with fear, as it had done a few minutes ago. And now was the time for my second pleasant discovery of the night, as Mistress, admittedly slowly, first withdrew the strap-on, only to then reinsert it, I was becoming turned on like I NEVER had been so before.

Really, as Mistress began to accelerate the pace, to my utter delight I found the action far sexier and more exciting than any time a male had done the equivalent to me, very much including her husband. It occurred to me that I was clearly going to enjoy this, so-called, punishment, and once more I was actually thankful, this time because Mistress had covered my eyes, so they were unable to convey that conclusion to her. For she might then have REALLY punished me and stopped!

As Mistress began to piston me at full speed now, it was crystal clear that what she was subjecting me to was pure and simply the most exciting sex that I’d ever enjoyed. I now knew that I was rapidly approaching climax, and when it did arrive, about two minutes later it was, by far, the most intense, the most fulfilling and earth-shattering dose of ecstasy that I’d ever sexperienced, as my body shook almost uncontrollably, and I screamed out very loudly, firmly within the total grip of said ecstasy, to a degree that I’d never tasted before!

Mind you, mine weren’t the only screams that filled this room, Mistress’s strap-on came complete with a little attachment, that rested upon her clitoris, fully stimulating said organ as she shagged me utterly ragged. And, seemed to have performed its assigned task just brilliantly!

“Well, somebody seemed to enjoy themselves just now, didn’t you? Let’s see if you’re quite so smug after a little longer in my hands, eh? Oh, yes, you’ve got a lot more to come before I even THINK about releasing you!” Music to my ears, make NO mistake about that.

And it was just after the second outstanding climax, possibly even more enjoyable and sexually fulfilling than the first, certainly for me, that Mistress had so skilfully bought us both to, when the situation completely changed.

For as ecstasy held us fully within its grip still, the bedroom door opened, and to our surprise, especially hers, in burst her husband. He, who she’d not expected back at all this evening, stopped suddenly, beginning to ask, “what the hell…” before, clearly believing that actions speak louder than mere words, snatching the belt from one of her satin dressing gowns, he grabbed his wife’s two arms, and having pulled them behind her back, swiftly tied her two wrists together!

Moving quickly to her lingerie store, he now grabbed two more stockings, now using those to tie her ankles to mine, binding her firmly to me, still tied to their bed of course. With that he proceeded to release my hands from their present bondage to the upper bed posts but made no effort to release me to any further degree. No instead he undid the bond holding his wife’s wrists, but if she was relieved by that action, it would be very short lived indeed.

For he now grabbed her left arm, pulling it outwards until it was level with my right, now employing that satin belt, to securely bind her wrist to mine. Then he ordered us to take the other’s hand in our own, and to interlace our fingers, whereon he tied our hands together, completely securely and inescapably. Within a minute he’d grabbed the belt from another of her dressing gowns, and soon our other arms and hands were bound in the same, secure manner.

Completely unseen by the blindfolded me, of course, he soon found an almost identical item, placing his wife into the same sightless state as she’d put me into.

“Right, now that’s out of the way, what the hell is going on here, Diana?” Ah, so that’s her name, I told myself. “I take it that it was you who tied Selina to our bed. Did you ask her permission before you did that, or did you just do it of your own volition?”
“So, you do know her then, eh? And quite intimately I guess, after all what’s with all this ‘Selina’ nonsense?”

My turn to join in. “No, she didn’t, Dave. I guess that she must have drugged me, and I woke up here. However, it rather appears that you seemed to have forgotten to inform me that you two are married. You told me, well and truly several times, that you’re single! And your wife, Diana was it, never gave me any opportunity to inform her of that fact.”

“Ah, yes, I did lie to you there. I suspect that you wouldn’t have come back here with me if you’d known the truth?”
“Spot on there, big man!”
“Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to get back to the pub, only came back for my darts. Enjoy yourselves, Ladies, last orders are just over an hour away!” With that he was gone, leaving us blinded, firmly tied to each other and the bed. For at least an hour it appeared!

Once he gone, Diana spoke, her voice of remorse. “Look Selina, I never thought to ask about that. I just assumed that you knew, whereas I should have known that he’d lied. So typical him. I really am truly sorry that you find yourself just where you are now.”
“Well, I’m NOT! Sorry, that is. You see, you have simply provided me with the most fantastic, wonderful and exciting sex that I’ve EVER enjoyed. You’re bloody brilliant!”
“So, I was correct when I said that I thought you’d enjoyed it!”
“Dead right! Believe me Diana, I’ve NEVER been turned-on like I was when you were shagging me just then. Until Dave tied you to me that is. God, I feel SO alive right now, so electrified, so completely switched on. And it seems that we have at least an hour together!”
“Don’t we just, eh?”

I felt Diana somehow guide her strap-on back ‘home’ as our lips set about each other with even more passion than before, difficult though that was to believe. As was the level of excitement coursing throughout our forms, that had been high enough already, but being tied to one another just ramped up the level even higher. When the inevitable climax arrived, once more almost simultaneously, believe it or not it was even greater than those two previous highs, and appeared to be so for Diana as well, judging by the sounds that she emitted!

It was during the pair of us calming down from this that Diana raised the question of just what she was going to do about Dave’s infidelity. “I really should leave him, but I’ve nowhere to go! The tenancy of this flat is solely in his name, and not mine. What should I do?”
“Well, I can think of a place where you’d be VERY welcome! My house is more than big enough for the both of us, as is my bed! And yes, it does have four solid corner bed posts!”
“Really Selina? After what I’ve just done to you?”
“What, given me the greatest sexual experience of my life? Turning me on like nobody, especially any male, has ever done? Taking me to places that I couldn’t even imagine, let alone have ever been to before? I have this feeling that I could easily fall in complete love with you Diana, as much as I know that I’m already in full LUST with you right now! Leave him and come and share my bed. Even if that means I’ll be spending a fair amount of time, shall we say, ‘confined’ to it. As will you of course, now we wouldn’t want to do everything just one way, would we? Wouldn’t be right or fair to either of us, would it?”
“Certainly not! But yes, once Dave comes back here and unties us, I’d love to come and live with you, Selina. God, I’m tingling with pure excitement just thinking about it. But, as he’s not here yet, well, what are we waiting for? LET’S SHAG!” With that the talking stopped, and the serious sex resumed!

Sex, that although completely fulfilling was beginning to push us both into extreme exhaustion by the time that Dave did return, and with a massive smile upon his face, as if seeing us tied together was turning HIM on! “So, then Ladies, how about a threesome, eh?” But it was crystal clear from the drunken slurring manner that this question was delivered in, that he was quite incapable of such an action even if we had agreed. Diana, who obviously knew her husband, completely realised this, knowing he was on the verge of falling asleep, but thankfully she was able to persuade him, that both her and I needed to be untied first, and thank goodness he did then set about releasing us from each other and the bed. Just as well, for no sooner had we left it, then Dave collapsed upon it, falling immediately into a very drunken, deep slumber. Phew!

As Diana began to collect her things, having dressed I moved into the next room, to order a taxicab from a company I used on a regular basis, and so knew I was trustworthy, although I had to ask my new girlfriend for the address. Diana completed her ‘gathering,’ although one thing she wasn’t going to bring with her, were the satin sheets on the bed. Partially, because Dave’s body, still fully dressed, was slumped on top of them, but also because it was in one of his ’fantasy’ moments that he purchased and paid for them, so she concluded that they, rightfully belonged to him. She took hold of just what she was bringing to my place, and we left the flat, waiting outside until the cab pulled up, which we both climbed into. To mine it was then. And although we were far too shattered for any more frantic sex, especially of any bondage type, gentle kissing and cuddling did result in my bed that night until we both drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

[LunaDog]

I awoke with a massive smile upon my face as I recalled the events of last night, only to discover that Diana had stirred before me. She was sitting on the side of the bed, four bondage ties in her hands, and her strap-on already in position around her waist, with its ‘attachment’ tickling her pussy! “Place yourself in the correct position please, Darling! We might as well start as we mean to go on!” With NO complaints from me, as I obeyed instantly!

Within minutes I was now tied to my own bed, blindfolded and ready for more sex! A matter in which Diana most definitely did NOT disappoint, shagging me utterly senseless to three fantastic climaxes, before calling a halt and releasing me, slightly to my chagrin, for as I’m sure you can all imagine I’d have liked her to continue. Now, what was it that James Hunt, a Formula One World Champion from the seventies used to say? Oh yes, ‘sex, the breakfast of champions!’ He even used to regularly wear a ‘T’ shirt with that printed upon it.

Realising then though, that I was extremely consumed by that other sort of hunger, for food, so we went to my kitchen where I knocked up some real breakfast for us. “Do you have to work today, Diana?”
“No, it’s Saturday, thankfully I don’t work at weekends.”
“Good, so we can go shopping then! There’s that well known sex-store quite close to here, and as I’ve just received a very nice bonus at work,” my normal salary was also very generous by the way, as I had a decent job, so money really wasn’t a problem for me. “I thought I’d treat us to some ’goodies.’ To celebrate us finding each other.”
“Anything in mind, particularly?”
“Well, satin sheets for one thing! I fully accept your reasoning for not bringing the ones on your bed back here, but, hey! Let’s just say that I’ve got rather a taste for them now!”

Once we’d reached the sex store, I did in fact buy several sets having decided that from this point onwards my, or should that now be our, bed, would NEVER be covered in anything else! Most of them being black, but at least one set, with matching pillowcases of course, was in a bright hue of pure scarlet. And in what would prove a few weeks later a very smart move, I also purchased two full red lingerie sets, satin bras, skimpy panties, and suspender belts together with several sets of very sheer nylon stockings. Oh, and two blindfolds and several bondage ties in the very same shade. But at this time, I had no idea of just what a shrewd move this was! I would discover just why later.

However, the main reason for our visit was for me to obtain my very own strap-on, something I’d never owned before. As I’d read on-line, one should really stick to using their own personal one of these, and for cleanliness reasons, not let others use them, explaining why, quite correctly, Diana was SO reluctant to lend me hers. Never mind, I now had one of my very own!

And I was sensible enough to completely understand when Diana suggested that for the very first times that I used it, she was actually free to move and not tied up at all, so she could guide me if necessary. Of course I was dis-appointed, I’d been dying to tie her up when I shagged her with it, but her words were utterly logical, and so I did agree. That night I shagged her three times with it, delighting in just the effect that attachment, just like hers, on my ‘clitty,’ delivering some outstanding climaxes for me, just as I’d also allowed Diana to enjoy her own. Now I was ready, but we were exhausted and so fell into a deep sleep!

Now, if you all remember correctly, we had started that day, with Diana tying me to the bed and then subjecting me to her considerable sexual skills. What, you don’t think it was ‘payback time?’ Bloody right it was!

And I managed to achieve something that Diana hadn’t, although being as it was my house and her first morning within it, I not so sure that she had tried to. You see, I succeeded in binding her wrists together, and then tying them to the upper rail of my solid metal bed frame before she awoke, so she came to discovering that she was already within the state of my captivity! Indeed, I was simply tightening my inescapable hold of her, by tying her legs to the outer bed posts of the lower frame, so her body was now in an inverted ‘Y’ shape, when she stirred. When she was quickly blindfolded. However, the fact that she’d been taken seemed to turn her on even more! “WOW! Am I going to be shagged now, Selina?”
“Count on it Sweetheart, count on it!”

Now, although Diana knew that I was skilled enough in using the strap-on not to place her in any danger, I still had things to learn unaided however, especially the lovely knack of producing a simultaneous climax for us both. For my own arrived first and it was immediately obvious that Diana had some way to go before her own happened. But, by now I knew that I was falling in love with this delicious woman, and despite my own discomfort, I kept shagging her, in and out, in and out, with my new ‘tool’ until just under a minute later, hers did, in fact, arrive, together with the cacophony of sound that accompanied it. This one had thus been slightly painful for myself, but it was worth it to bring such pleasure to Diana, and this mistiming issue had completely been my own fault.

However, my timing did improve, and by our fourth shag of the day, I’d got it ’spot-on.’ Four, being one more than the three that Diana had subjected me too, roughly twenty-four hours earlier, so on that note I decided to stop. We had matters, serious matters, to discuss.
Like just did we see this going? Diana kicked off the conversation. “Is this the first ever sexual relationship that you’ve ever had with a fellow female?”

“Yes, to be completely honest, it is. And it wasn’t until that very first time that you shagged me, that I had any idea that I wanted to. But you were simply SO good, you completely and utterly blew my mind, there and then! And with you, things are just SO sensual, so exciting but gentle that I KNOW I never want a man if my life ever again. So, when did you know that you wanted me in your bed, if not just in it?”

“When I watched that video of you and Dave shagging. Suddenly I wasn’t even seeing him at all, I was so mesmerised by the sight of you, and I simply knew that I HAD to have you! Oh, I will admit that to an extent that I did stalk you, and when I detected an opportunity I pounced, drugging you and bringing you back to my place. Unlike you it seems, I do have previous experience of sex with women, knowing that I liked it. There I planned to subject you to a full night of sex in my bondage, but Dave, totally unexpectedly interrupted matters. Looking back, however, I’m glad he did, as I suspect, are you?”

“Definitely! Best thing that’s ever happened to me, for sure. Good God, I know I’m falling absolutely in love with you, Diana Sweetheart!”
“As am I with you, Darling Selina!”

To this very day I no idea as to just why I said what I said next. “D.S. and D.S.? We sound like a couple of characters from ‘Midsomer Murders!’ Detective Sergeant who?” Because at the next moment we were laughing uncontrollably, you know the sort of laughter that can’t be explained, lasting long after the original cause has lost its impact, tears streaming down both our faces! And when we finally managed to stop laughing, not until after several minutes however, our lips met, and we kissed instead. Passionately, VERY passionately!

Five minutes later I found myself tied spread-eagled to the bed again, as Diana shagged me twice. Before we stopped yet again. This conversation about our future needed to be finished, it was far too important not to be.
“So, do you intend to divorce him? And just how do you plan to go about with that?”
“Yes, because you’re far from the first person that he’s betrayed me with. He’s had a whole string of affairs, but then I’ve never fallen in love with any of his previous conquests, like I have with you.”

“Well, not only is that the case, but also, as I saw you bring your laptop with you, this time you have real evidence of his adultery, that video of me with him. No, although I am a fully qualified solicitor myself, I don’t practice in family law at all, my speciality is property, the conveyance of the sale of premises, both domestic and commercial. I have never dealt with any divorces, but I have a very good friend who does. I’ll contact them, and I suspect that the best way forward here, is for you to sue Dave for divorce on the grounds of said adultery with me, using the video as evidence. I’m happy to be named here, provided it’s made absolutely clear on any legal document, and in court, that Dave had failed to inform me that he was indeed married to you and had lied to me stating that he was legally single. I believe that is entirely possible. Therefore, absolving me of the legal blame.”

“Are you sure? You’d do that for me? But Selina, I have no intention of scrounging off of you. Even here, living with you, I fully intend to keep my job, and continue working. I might not earn anywhere near as much as you, but I do intend to ‘pay my way’ as much as possible. Please believe me.”

“I do. Totally and utterly. Not only do I believe that you love me, but I know I can trust you. You’ve already shown me that is very much the case.”
“Darling, that is the nicest thing that anybody has ever said to me.”
“Thank you, I know all of that is true. Now to some practical matters. You say that the tenancy agreement to the flat where you and Dave lived together is in his sole name?”
“Yes. He was already living there when we met.”

“We might as well allow him to keep it then. You’ve no need for it if you’re going to live here with me. And, as you have your own income, you’ve no need to claim any maintenance from him. With no children involved, this divorce should be as straightforward as they come, keeping those costs down considerably. Provided he doesn’t try to be awkward. If he does, we’ll simply tell him that you’ll sue him for the costs, as the divorce will legally be down to his fault. That should sort him out there, if he tries any ‘funny’ stuff. Of course. I love you, and what to spend that rest of my life with you. During the week, like I say, I’ll ring Janice and check out whether I’ve got this right or not. So, if I am right about the above, would you be happy to proceed?”
“Naturally. But I’m not sure if I can afford solicitor’s fees. As I’m sure you of all people know, lawyers don’t come cheap.”
“Leave that to me!”

[Switcher1313]

Now this is a wonderful tale! Very nice twist! Loved it!

[LunaDog]

Now this is a wonderful tale! Very nice twist! Loved it!

It's far from finished, my friend. There's quite a bit more to come here, and hopefully you'll enjoy that too!

[LunaDog]

We kissed passionately once more, but we needed to go to bed for the other reason they were built for, sleep. Because tomorrow was Monday, the first day of the working week. Now, because her workplace was a lot further away from my home rather than Diana’s previous address, and the car that she’d had use of was also registered to Dave, I agreed to drop Diana of at her employment in the mornings, and pick her up in the evenings, for this week anyway. For, very close to her workplace was a bicycle shop, Diana decided that she had enough money to buy a pushbike. Which, she’d pick up on Friday afternoon, the company that she worked for finished for the week at Friday lunchtime.

Upon my advice, she’d also contacted, Dave to inform him that she was leaving him, and that she was about to commence divorce, proceedings, citing his adultery with me. Which shocked him somewhat, after all how many divorce petitions are instigated using the respondent’s affair with the petitioner’s new partner as grounds? Not many, I guess. However, when it was pointed out to him, firstly that he’d keep both the flat and the car, and as long as he tried nothing stupid, he’d not be sued for costs, he agreed. Even consenting to issuing a statement upon which he clearly admitted that he’d lied to me about his marital status. So far, so good. With his agreement secured, under my guidance, Diana officially instructed Janice to formally begin proceedings.

Another thing that occurred, or rather did not occur, during the working week, was the frantic and passionate sex. That’s not to say that nothing happened in my, or now our, bed, but neither the strap-ons nor the bondage ties appeared. We both needed to be fresh and ready for the following day’s work, so we restricted ourselves to the gentle, ‘making love’ style of sex during the week. A lot less intense, but possibly even more meaningful than the ‘rough stuff!’

However, that state of affairs would come to a welcome end, come Friday, and actually a lot earlier than the pair of us had envisioned, or planned. For, not only had Diana finished work at lunchtime, so had I. And as she had then picked up her new two wheeled steed, I was actually home when she arrived, riding said bike. At the mere sight of her, I was so overwhelmed by lust, that contrary to our previous agreement, that it was supposed to be her turn to capture me, tying me to our bed, as soon as she entered, I literary grabbed hold of her, almost dragging her to the bedroom. Within minutes she was firmly, but safely I need to make that clear, tied to the bed, dressed, as was I, in nothing other than stockings and suspenders, where I absolutely ravished, yes, I believe that’s the appropriate word, her several times, producing several fantastic climaxes for both of us. Not that she was complaining too much, mind!

When I did release her, it was off to the kitchen we went, it was time to eat. But Diana still hadn’t forgotten or forgiven my earlier capture of her, very much against what we’d agreed between, us. So, when we went to bed a little later, having given time for that food and drink to pass through, she got her own back, and I found myself secured to the bed, as should have happened anyway. Blindfolded, naturally. And, by Christ didn’t she just put me through it, as if almost taking revenge, she shagged me utterly senseless, until we were both completely exhausted! Falling into a very deep sleep, cuddling each over in a state of real love, once she’d finally released me.

Having allowed sleep to restore my strength, once more I awoke before my companion, and again when she did wake up herself, it was to find her body tied securely to the bed, and herself, having lost her power of sight, within my complete carnal captivity again. It was, after all legitimately, my turn now. Boy, did I shag her or what?

Now, whilst all of this sexual action between us was truly fantastic, there was one thing that we’d had a taste of, and very much wanted to do so again. Neither of us could forget the highs that both of us had been taken to, when Dave had tied us together, so both of us were tied in bondage to that bed, even if one of us was slightly indirectly bound. We both knew that we craved for a repeat performance, but how could we achieve such a delicious situation? It seemed that we would never be able to taste that delectable opportunity ever again, until the solution presented itself, when we returned from the supermarket, having purchased the forthcoming provisions for the week to come, about mid-afternoon. For standing right by the fence dividing our two properties, was my next-door neighbour, Murial Kingscroft. Although I didn’t yet know it when I first saw her standing there, she would prove to be the complete answer to our prayers!

Murial was now in her seventies, a widow, and was already living at her home address, her late husband having recently passed away, when I’d purchased my own property next door roughly four years ago now. With herself and I having become close and good friends during that time. And despite her advanced years, this was a woman who had still ‘got it,’ be assured of that. She’d looked after herself extremely well, and still possessed sex appeal in spades, clearly this Lady had been a complete ‘sex-bomb’ in her younger years!

“Hello girls.” Even though, with both of us being grown women approaching thirty years of age by now, I guess that’s just what we appeared to be to Murial. “Well, are you going to introduce me to your new girlfriend then, Selina? Oh, and before you ask, how do I know that, well, I appreciate that it’s Summer, and quite hot, but well, a word to wise perhaps? It might prove to be a good idea to close said window, before indulging in fully blown sex! Quite an oral show you two treated me to last Sunday morning!”
“Good God, I am SO sorry, Murial! And this, whom you have guessed correctly is my new partner in life and bed, is Diana.” Who immediately offered her hand, which Murial took, before pulling my girlfriend into a full and loving cuddle.
“Look, it wasn’t a problem at all, well not for me. To be honest it brought back some very pleasant memories of a good few years ago. And,” actually winking at us, “would I be correct in guessing that one of you was tied to the bed, even if it’s not the same one of you every time?”
“Was it that obvious?”
“Like I say, it bought back a lovely recall. Oh, yes, I’ve played bondage games before, many a time, and not just with my dear departed Henry. And, yes, before I met and married him, even with girls, although you need to remember, unlike now, back then single sex relationships were very much frowned upon. Indeed, such liaisons had only just stopped being illegal.”

Suddenly it occurred to me that Murial could be the answer that she seemed to be. “Murial, I began, “you wouldn’t consider..”

But I never got to complete that question. “Tying you and, Diana was it, to both the bed and each other?” Her face quickly beamed, with a smile that was totally provocative and dirty, as if the idea REALLY took hold within her head. “As a matter of fact, I would be most willing to help you. However, there is one condition, which is most certainly not negotiable under ANY circumstances.”
“And what is that, I’m sure we could agree to it?” Looking at Diana, who smiled her most willing ascent.
“That I will be in complete charge, I will be, very much, the Mistress of Ceremonies. Both of you will instantly OBEY my every command. And during that time as my complete sex toys, you both will refer to me as ‘Mistress Murial’ Agreed?”
“YES, MISTRESS MURIAL!” Two VERY excited voices rang out in almost perfect unison!

[Caesar73]

The End of this Chapter is very promising @LunaDog and I am looking to the next Part! May the Games begin!

[Switcher1313]

Aha the plot thickens! Nice, nice twist! More, please!

[LunaDog]

More, please!

Well there will most certainly be more. We need to discover just what Mistress Muriel's devious mind comes up with. Although, unfortunately i wont be able to post just what she comes up up, until the weekend!

[Caesar73]

More, please!

Well there will most certainly be more. We need to discover just what Mistress Muriel's devious mind comes up with. Although, unfortunately i wont be able to post just what she comes up up, until the weekend!

I am sure the Audience will wait gladly!

[LunaDog]

And so, my good friends @Caesar73 and @Switcher1313 , oh and everybody else for that matter, shall we find out just what Mistress Murial's intentions are? Old her body might well be, but her devious mind is as sharp as it's ever been!




“Good. Then we are in agreement, and I shall give you both the benefit of my most considerable experience. Right to practical matters.” She looked at her watch. “It’s roughly twenty to four now, I shall need a little time to prepare myself, so I shall enter through your kitchen door at four o’clock precisely, which obviously you will have unlocked. In the meantime, you both have some things that you need to attend to yourselves, girls. Obviously, you’ll need put away your shopping, even if not all of it just now, but those items destined for the freezer need to be placed there, as does the food that needs to be stored within the fridge. Once you’ve done that, I noticed a satin bed sheet, shame it wasn’t red, on your washing line the other day. Put that onto your bed!”
“Actually, Mistress Murial, I do have a red set of those. Shall I fit that one?”
“Excellent, yes do that! Don’t suppose you’ve any red lingerie too? It’s MY colour as it were, you see when my hair did have colour,” it had turned completely white by now, “that was its hue, I was a glorious Redhead, when I wore a younger woman’s clothes.”
“You’re in luck, Mistress. Yes, we both possess a full set of lingerie in a delicious scarlet.” Now, do you remember, when we’d purchased our lingerie at that sex store, how I said we’d be glad we’d purchased some in red at some point in the future? Obviously THAT moment had arrived and was right here and now! “We even have a couple of blindfolds in red.”
“Splendid, Right, having grabbed hold of your red lingerie, you will take all that into your front sitting room, together with those blindfolds. Meanwhile you will leave several sets of your bondage ties, red if you have them,” we did, “upon your bed. To then descend to said living room, dressed EXACTLY as you are now, although you may remove your outer jackets and your shoes. Where you will remain until my arrival. Now, is all that completely understood?”
Again, an almost simultaneous call of, “yes Mistress Murial,” rang out. With that she left, entering her own house.

Excited beyond belief, Diana and I rushed off to obey Mistress Murial’s instructions, which we had completed by about five to four. Where, as ordered, we sat down, still fully clothed, including black lingerie, in the house’s front sitting room, to await her arrival.

We heard my kitchen door open, as Murial, sorry Mistress Murial, stepped through it at PRECISELY four o’clock, not one minute to or past. Rapidly making her way to the room within which we awaited her, with bated breath. Discovering that she had been far from slack during the past twenty minutes or so.

OH MY GOD! Oh yes, she’d still ‘got it’ alright, be in NO doubt about that! She wore a really stylish, full length leather coat, in an utterly gorgeous shade of dark red, that covered the tops of the leather boots, in the same colour, extending to just over her knees, that adorned her lower legs. But it was when she opened, and then removed that coat that Diana and I were treated to the sight of this sexy woman in all her glory!

For she was wearing a beautiful satin basque, in the same hue as the lingerie that lay in two piles, awaiting being placed upon both Diana’s and my bodies. And, just like ours, her stockings, again in red, were expensive, classy and VERY sheer. Over seventy years old, she maybe, but she simply looked utterly divine! And, stern, a real ‘Mistress’ tone upon her face.

“Good. I see that you’ve decided to be sensible and follow my instructions to the letter. Well, now you will undress each other, one items at a time, alternatively. NOW!”

Naturally we obeyed, until we were both totally starkers. “Well done girls. Now, YOU!” Pointing at Diana. “Dress HER,” pointing at me now, “put her into her red stockings and suspenders. On your knees and licking her pussy as you do so. However, she is NOT to cum!”

And didn’t Diana just love denying me! Mind you, when she’d finished, and it was my turn to put her into stockings, upon Mistress Murial’s instruction, I damn well made sure she received her due ‘payback’ for that. No doubt, just as said Mistress intended!

“Right, as you both have managed that task without any undue issues, what I want now, is for each of the other to put their partner into those silky panties you both have. Make sure that you feed any suspenders under said panties, as those will be removed later, and we don’t want to disturb the hosiery, now do we? Starting with you!” Once more indicating my girlfriend.

It was when both sets of panties had been fitted, that things began to get really interesting. With Diana once more going first, she was ordered onto her knees again, and to start licking my pussy, through the panties, but this time she was ordered to bring me to climax! Thereby coating those panties, with my sexual juices, and I began to see just where Murial was going with this. First though, I needed to induce a climax for Diana, through her panties and just using my tongue.

I was correct about Mistress Murial’s intention here, with Diana also having a good idea what was in store for us. She was instructed to remove her own panties, place them within my mouth, and tie them in place using one of the discarded black stockings. And also, to place a blindfold upon my head, but told not to place it over my eyes just yet. When she finished, I was told to reply in kind. We were nearly ready.

Having informed Murial that it would be me on top this time, it had been Diana of course on that previous occasion when Dave had tied us together, Diana was now ordered to use one to the remaining two black stockings to tie my wrists together, behind my back. And this bond didn’t need to be totally secure, it wouldn’t be on for long. Now, under Murial’s orders, she fitted the strap-on to my body, including placing that attachment resting on my clitoris. “Shame that you haven’t a red version of that, but I guess once it’s home, inside of your girlfriend’s pussy the colour won’t matter!” Diana now blinded me, putting the blindfold over my eyes. Time for her own preparations.

Murial took over at this point, using the last remaining stocking, to tie Diana’s wrists together, in front of her, and then using the small amount of tie remaining, fasten us both together, upon which she too lost her power of sight.

“Right then girls, that’s the end of our ‘starter’ here, you’re now both ready for me to take this upstairs. I guess that it hasn’t occurred to you, but with no net curtains fitted Selina, you could well have given any passer by quite a show!” She was right, of course, no doubt quite deliberately on her part, this room was at the front of the house. With quite a large window. However, as Diana and I had been so ‘busy’ the thought hadn’t crossed my mind.

“Anyway, like I say you’re both now ready. I will of course, need to help and guide you here, but as I say. TO THE BEDROOM! NOW!”

God, wasn’t Mistress playing us both so explicitly? The blood was really coursing around my form, as I led Diana, with us bound to one another, towards the stairs, with Mistress fully guiding us in the correct direction. Wasn’t it weird, to be climbing stairs blinded and linked to another? Well, yes, but bloody exciting at the same time, my total respect for Murial increasing tremendously during all of this time. Eventually we did manage to ascend onto the second floor, wherein Mistress guided us into our bedroom, where our bed, and the red bondage ties upon it awaited our imminent arrival.

Once there, Murial untied us from the other, and then released us totally. A clearly temporary state of affairs of course, both of us fully accepting, and let’s be honest, wanting that! Pointing at Diana again, she received another sharp order. “ON THE BED! NOW!”

Once my girlfriend had complied, it was my turn to become subject to a command. “TIE HER SECURELY TO THE BED POSTS!” Like Diana, I naturally complied, ensuring that although my bonds that I subjected her to were utterly secure, they were also completely safe. But, until somebody else untied her, she was going nowhere. And here was now when Murial proved to the REAL Mistress, for she removed her own, ‘tie at the sides’ variety panties, placing them covering Diana’s sexual region! “You’ll discover just why I’ve done that shortly.”

Anyway, it was time for my own freedom to become curtailed. “ON TOP OF HER! NOW!” And once I’d obeyed? Well, Mistress Murial moved around the four corners of the bed, and at each one tied our limbs together, our ankles combining our legs, and in the case of our arms, not only were our wrists tied together, but also our hands, with interlocked fingers. We really were ‘linked’ with escape from each other or the bed utterly out of the question. We absolutely belonged to our Mistress Murial!

Who responded to this situation, by lifting, not removing note, our blindfolds, so we could now see her. But not for long, as she went back downstairs to retrieve her leather coat, it had big pockets, within which she had a few items to ‘play’ with!

First off was two pairs of nipple clamps, each pair linked together, and then the chains of these held together with a couple of small padlocks. It took her quite some time, but soon she’d, painfully, clamped all four of our tits. Linking them, meaning pain for both of us, if we moved too far away from one another. No fool, our Mistress.

“Now then Girls, before I allow you to shag each other, which I will, don’t you worry you pretty little heads about that, but before I permit that, I’m going to have some sexual action for myself. Which you will watch.” Out of her coat’s pocket came a battery powered vibrating wand. “Oh no, girls, this isn’t for you! IT’S FOR ME!”

So, Diana and I watched intently as this very sexually experienced Lady skilfully used her ‘tool’ to deliver a clearly enjoyable and satisfying climax for herself. And her vocal accompaniment, emitted as ecstasy fully claimed her, was as loud and full of passion as anything Diana or I had produced during our time together!

“Thank you for your attention girls, and yes, I did thoroughly enjoy that. But now it’s that time, when you’re going to shag, something I really am looking forward to. Let’s start, shall we?” Which meant her finally removing our gags, releasing our mouths so we could finally kiss. Obviously, we did, very passionately. Mind you we had to pay for that, as Murial used the period where our lips attacked each other, and we’d both closed our eyes, to ensure that when we attempted to re-open them, neither of us would be able to see anything.

Next, she removed her ‘tie at the side’ panties, from Diana’s mid-riff.

“GIRLS! YOU MAY NOW,


SHAG!”

[Caesar73]

Love especially the finish of this Chapter! Muriel is a Mistress of her Craft! Well done @LunaDog !!

[LunaDog]

Love especially the finish of this Chapter! Muriel is a Mistress of her Craft! Well done @LunaDog !!

She most certainly is! And although, this last chapter is a very short one, Murial lets her captives know, that she's only next door and readily available if they desire her 'services' again!




Well, do any of you believe for one moment that either Diana or I required a second invitation? Of course, not, although I was careful to start slowly and not rush things. Meaning I was able to time things perfectly, and when after a few minutes my climax arrived at almost perfectly the same time as Diana’s. With the accompanying cacophony of ecstatic sound! Possibly louder than for a while, for, certainly on my side of the equation, and I guess Diana’s too, it was the most intense and earth-shattering orgasm I’d enjoyed for a while, if ever before!

Naturally, when Mistress Murial had bought herself to that delicious state earlier with her wand, neither of us could applaud, nor clap, but Murial could at our efforts and did! “Wow, that was quite sensational, girls, your ‘sexploits’ there made great viewing and I’m thoroughly enjoying this evening! And if that’s the good news, here’s the even better! I only live next door, and I’m free and available most of the time, if you wish to repeat this at any time. But, be warned! As you’re going to find out tonight, I can be a VERY hard ‘Taskmistress,’ because I’m far from satisfied yet tonight and you’ve both got a very busy time ahead until I am finished with either of you. Believe me, if you want to be my sex slaves, then, make NO mistake, you’ll both have…” pausing as we kissed each other once more and she switched her wand back on.

“A HIGH PRICE TO PAY.”