Owned ( F/F )

[LunaDog]

Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, i must willingly admit that this opening 'gambit' in this, my latest tale, is rather short. But, it 'sets the scene,' as it were.

OWNED

No doubt about it, this was the most humiliating moment of my entire life to date. I stood there at the end of my bed, a rather large, utterly luxurious four poster affair virtually naked, all that I was adorned in being a satin suspender belt and the very sheer nylon stockings that it held up. Not even any panties, my pussy being fully exposed and open therefore, as were my tits, not being supported by a bra, I was completely topless. And when I say that I was standing there, now that wasn’t the complete picture here. For you see, I had been tied in a spread-eagled form to the bed’s frame, in a manner that rendered me totally helpless, not being able to escape from the bonds that I’d been placed within, bonds between my wrists, ankles and the bedframe that were utterly secure, but had been expertly applied, not being too tight for instance, and presented no danger to my blood circulation for example.

I had been fastened facing inwards, so I had an unrestricted view of the young lady, well, when I say ‘lady,’ I use the term as one of convenience and not of respect, as she lay on the satin sheet that normally covered my bedroom furniture, her legs also covered in the nylon of a set of MY stockings, pleasuring herself with MY vibrator! For this was my captor, it was her who had tied my body to the bed, making me very aware that she had, as she had eloquently put it, a night of ‘entertainment’ in mind for me, subject to me now being within her hands and power.

Suddenly her body appeared to ‘freeze’ as an almost primeval scream of pleasure resounded within the room, she had obliviously induced a climax for herself with the wand. I guess that you could say it had just performed some ‘magic’ for her as she shook for a period of time, thoroughly enjoying just what she had conjured up. But there was another purpose that she had in mind apart from giving herself a dose of ecstasy. For those stockings and suspenders weren’t the only items that she’d helped herself to from my extensive lingerie collection, no the pure satin panties that she’d worn throughout this entire process also belonged to me. And one could argue that, in a way, she planned to return them to me now, all covered in her sexual juices. Yes, it was her intention to now place them within my mouth, and after she’d removed them from her own body, in they went, to be held in position there by a belt from one of my satin dressing gowns tied around my head.

“My, my, how have the mighty fallen, slut?” Goading my helpless position, almost placing her face into my own. “Bound and now gagged as well, awaiting just what I have planned for you, unable to prevent those intentions in any way. Oh, what fun we are going to have?”

Like I say I’d never been so humiliated in my entire life. But here’s the amazing thing. I’d never been so turned on either! My pussy was simply alive with glorious anticipation and was absolutely soaking wet. Just what was occurring here?

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog, "glorious anticipation", this is just what you've been creating with this brilliant piece. I can't wait for this story to continue.

[LunaDog]

Thank you so much for those kind words @Jenny_S, coming from someone as accomplished as you they really mean something. As for the story continuing it most certainly will, don't worry about that, starting with just how we arrived at the situation described above.

[LunaDog]

I mean, here am I a successful businesswoman, owner of my own company by the way, and a very prominent one too, providing the fifty-two-year-old me with quite a luxurious lifestyle. A business that employed the young girl in question, in quite a lowly position. During which I had given her a fairly hard time on occasion, I did set very high standards for my employees, come on, how else had I made such a success of my enterprise? But I didn’t exempt myself from those demanding standards, oh no, I knew just how to work hard, as I did. Expecting nothing more from my staff that I wasn’t prepared to perform myself. I was very much the ‘boss’ here, well usually, so how come I had allowed her to now tie me to my own bed?

It all came down to the undeniable fact that my previous life did contain a few ‘adventures,’ about which I’d much prefer to remain hidden within the mists of time. Like, for instance, I’d once ‘enjoyed’ a career in the now distant past as a call girl, yes, I’d been that desperate. But I suppose one could say I’d received a ‘lucky break,’ after which I’d been able to, quite illegally of course, blackmail a very wealthy client into providing the financial support necessary to enable me to launch my business. Admittedly, after this rather dubious beginning, my firm had become successful due to my acumen and hard work, but its birth had been as a result of some dealings that I’d much prefer to remain unknown.

But and God knows how, probably through some carelessness on my part, the twenty-one-year-old Charlotte Summers had uncovered my secret, and importantly, she had located some evidence to prove it. And what’s more, she chose the very next day after I’d given her quite a humiliating ‘dressing down,’ in front of people to reveal that she was in possession of this information.

Charlotte was very attractive, oh sod it, who am I trying to kid, no she was damn sexy, and boy did she know it? Reminding me, very much, of just how I’d been when I was her age. Looks that I’d been very careful to maintain, and to a very large extent I’d been totally successful in that aim. Combined with the knowledge, which my previous ‘career’ had instilled within me, of just how to ‘power dress.’ Fully understanding the effect of satin, leather and sheer nylon upon the male libido, and to a large degree the female one too, I was almost always dressed in a combination of those three materials. As my company became more and more successful, so my income had increased, fully reflected in the quality of the apparel that I now adorned myself within. As she walked into my office, late on that Friday afternoon, I was wearing a beautiful and stylish nearly black leather suit, one with a skirt just long enough to conceal the fact that the sheer nylon coating my legs was in the form of stockings as opposed to tights. Not that anybody who knew me well would be in any doubt as to that, of course!

I suppose that the rather dirty smile upon her face, as she strode into my office as if it was actually hers, should have forewarned me about the significance of what she was about to reveal. As she, totally uninvited, sat herself down in the chair on the other side of my desk, and uttered, “well this is a good afternoon, isn’t it Elaine?”

Completely contrary to what she, and all the other of my staff had been instructed to. All of my employees, except for a select few, those who had been with me for a long time, and only then in private, had been told, in no uncertain terms, that I was to be addressed as Miss Noble or ‘Ma’am’ and NEVER by my given name of Elaine.

My shackles well and truly rising as a result of this, utterly blatant, disrespectful behaviour on her part, I struggled to keep my voice to a low level, as I looked her straight in the eyes and enquired, “are you deliberately looking to get sacked? How dare you strut into here, sit down without my permission and address me as such?”

She smirked. “You know, you’re right. I shouldn’t have called you that. I do apologise. Perhaps I ought to have addressed you as ‘slut’ as I shall do from now on?”

As you can imagine I lost my temper, right there and then. “GET OUT RIGHT NOW!” I screamed, not even trying to moderate my volume now. “And don’t come back, you’re sacked!”

She didn’t even flinch, I’ll give her that. “No, I don’t think so. I mean, what else do you call somebody who used to be a ‘call girl?’ Um?” As she threw a whole stack of papers on the desk right in front of me.

A cool, calm voice now echoed, “I suggest that you take a look at these before we go any further here. Perhaps then you will realise that it’s not you who is setting the agenda here, but me?” And the smirk was back.

There was obviously far more to this situation than first met the eye, so I followed her suggestion. And it didn’t take long before the truth of her last statement became established within my mind, here was complete evidence of my past malpractice, which I could not allow, at any cost, to become public. She now had me ‘over a barrel’ and she knew it.

In a way it was possible that I’d face no legal repercussions from my past. My ‘crimes’ had been committed many years ago, in the dim and distant yonder, and it was entirely conceivable that the statute of limitations was applicable here, it might well have been totally impossible for me to be prosecuted criminally. But I’d still be fully open to civil action. The client I had blackmailed would be dead for all I knew, this was probably most likely, but I would still be completely vulnerable to be sued by his family. Which if successful, a very plausible outcome, both the company and my reputation would be entirely destroyed. I’d have to come to some sort of agreement with my tormentor.

“What do you want from me, Charlotte?” My voice now timid, to fully match my completely frightened mood. “How much are you looking for?”

She was in complete control here, as her immediate reply indicated. “Firstly Elaine, oops I’ve done it again, sorry, slut, you are no longer permitted to address me by my given name. To you I am now Miss Summers, and when we are in private, which we will be on occasion, you are to call me ‘Mistress.’ Is that understood, and bear in mind that there’s nobody else in this office so we’re in private right now?”

She was ‘taking the Mickey’ here, both of us being fully aware of that, but this was no time for games. I nearly choked as I uttered the words, “yes Mistress.”

“You see you CAN accord me with the due respect after all. As for what I’m looking for here, I’m not demanding money from you, no I seek something far more personal. Stand up, please.”

I obeyed. “Just take a look at you! I am completely serious here; you are a total inspiration to me. Let’s put it like this, if I look as good and sexy as you do when I reach your age in my own life, I’ll be more than satisfied. You really ARE a sexy woman, and yes, I REALLY do mean that. Together with the fact that you’re always dressed so immaculately, I mean COME ON, are you looking good or what?”

She paused, to no doubt allow that bombshell to sink in. “Whatever plans you had for this night are now totally redundant. You see, when it comes to sex, I ‘bat for the other side’ as it were, and I willingly admit that I don’t half fancy you. I’ve often dreamed of being in bed with you, well tonight those fantasies are about to become reality. In short, we shall spend this night’s ‘entertainment’ with one another in the form of purely raw and passionate sex, all which will be conducted to my tune, naturally.”

She stepped around the table, taking hold of me and as one of her hands grabbed hold of the back of my head, she now initiated a kiss on my lips. More like a full-blown snog actually, and I didn’t resist her one iota. Partly because I’d been taken utterly by surprise, but mostly, to my complete horror, or was it, as it was SO exciting and enjoyable. This then, was the beginning of that extreme arousal that I mentioned earlier.

Meanwhile her other hand wasn’t idle. As she was subjecting me to her oral attentions, I felt that hand start to rub one of my stocking covered legs. And when that kiss had finally finished, which for one moment I truly believed it never would? “Quite delicious, slut, what is it like to be wearing stockings of such quality, um? I mean I can never afford such items and I’ll bet it feels just sensuous. So, when I call at your house tonight, don’t worry I know where you live and shall we say at seven o’clock, you be wearing stockings like these and nothing else except the suspender belt that holds them up of course, make sure that is a classy one too. Then I am going to tie you to the bed and ‘stocking shag’ you to my heart’s content, backwards, forwards and in any other direction that I care to think of! Quite frankly, by the time I’ve finished with you there’ll be nothing left within you as I’m going to shag you into the middle of next week!”

She paused, allowing me to fully absorb this declaration of her intentions for me, then continued. “So, when you leave here, you will go home and shower, making sure that you are smelling nice and sexy for me, dress just like I’ve told you and be ready at the appointed time. Oh, and I’m not that cruel, you may cover yourself up in a dressing gown, just in case somebody else knocks upon your door, after all we can soon lose that when I’ve arrived and we have ‘retired’ to your bedroom, after all.”

She now proceeded to leave, opening the door and stepping through it. But just before she departed entirely, she swivelled her head around and issued a parting shot. “Looking forward to this evening immensely Elaine, because BOY, are we going to have SEX!” Then she was gone, leaving me just standing there in a state of real shock!

With a myriad of various emotions running throughout me, with not all of them negative by any stretch of the imagination! Now although I’d never married, I was far from inexperienced when it came to bedroom activities, but they had always been with a male as my partner, I’d never shared my bed with another female before. And I had ‘previous’ when it came to the subject of bondage games before as well, but it had always been me doing the tying up. I had never before been on the ‘receiving end,’ so it was with a mixture of both fear and anticipation that I viewed the prospect. Because it was clearly going to happen now, come what may!





Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, I am going to need to ask you for 'poetic licence' here. For I'm fully aware that young Charlotte's 'hold' over Elaine is VERY tenuous, and probably extremely unlikely in reality. I mean, after all this time how come such a young and lowly employee is able to gather information about Elaine's past that nobody has exposed beforehand? This story centers upon what she does with that 'hold,' rather than what it actually is and how she obtained it. Hope you all understand.

[Switcher1313]

This is an intriguing tale @LunaDog! Very good start! Looking forward to the next installment!

Interestingly, my latest tale is similar to yours! Great minds think alike, eh?

[LunaDog]

Interestingly, my latest tale is similar to yours! Great minds think alike, eh?

I guess so, my good friend!

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog, you've created the setting for a marvellous power play. Wonderful!

[LunaDog]

Thank you once more @Jenny_S , i'm glad you're enjoying things. So now that Charlotte has control of Elaine, how does she plan to take advantage of that situation? I've already given some indications, but a full description is coming ( maybe that should be cumming ) up!

[LunaDog]

As I said beforehand, Charlotte’s ‘visit’ had occurred very late on a Friday afternoon, with there not being much of the working day left after she had done so, having issued her ‘instructions.’ Thankfully there were no calls upon me during the little time remaining, neither of the telephone variety or of the actual ones where a person, or persons came into the office. So, I was left sitting quite alone with all those sentiments coursing through me. As mentioned before, anxiety obviously, but also a growing degree of extremely nervous apprehension, not to mention curiosity. And then the end of that working day arrived, it was time to go home, to prepare for my time as Charlotte Summer’s ‘sex toy!’

Having eaten, I then carried out her instructions to the letter, giving myself a very light covering of a very exclusive, not to mention expensive, perfume after I had thoroughly washed myself, including my hair, in the shower. Must be at my best for ‘Mistress,’ mustn’t I?

Then, having selected a fresh, clean pair from my extensive collection, I covered my legs with a very sheer, again expensive, pair of stockings, just as directed, although I must emphasize, that I do NOT wear cheap and nasty hosiery EVER. Together with a sexy suspender belt, manufactured from the finest satin, as all the stated items owned by me are, by the way. Just like the dressing gown that Charlotte had granted me permission to cover myself in. Now almost shaking in uneasy contemplation, I awaited her arrival.

Charlotte was very punctual, knocking upon my door at almost seven o’clock on the dot. As I opened said door, both relieved and scared by the fact that it was her standing there, at the same time, she pushed her way over the threshold as if it was actually HER house and not mine. Wasting no time in the meantime as her strident voice rung out. “BEDROOM! NOW!” Talk about getting straight down ‘to it?’

As I led her up the stairs towards her required destination, she remarked, “lovely house you have here, slut, be such a shame if you were to lose it, wouldn’t it?” Obviously referring to one of the likely outcomes if she made the knowledge of my past known publicly. I guess, having the desired, well for her anyway, effect of almost freezing my blood in fear, and making it crystal clear that she was NOT to be dis-obeyed at all.

When I had reached my bedroom door, I received a short and sharp command of, “STOP!” Then she smiled at me, a very smug smile, and she spoke again in a much softer tone now, “allow me,” as she opened the door, gesturing me to enter. And when I’d done so, closely followed by herself, I guess that her eyes immediately took in the sight of my rather imposing four-poster bed. “Wow, now THAT is just what I call a bed! It’s bloody beautiful!”

Apparently, its construction had given her some new ideas and inspiration. “Just look at it! You know what, for starters I’ve now changed by mind as to just how to kick events off. I was going to tie you to her in the normal ‘lying down’ sense, ready to commence some ‘horizontal jogging,’ but now I wonder if we might as well start the action with you standing up? After all, I can tie you down in the ‘prone position’ later on. I mean, we’ve plenty of time available because I’ll be keeping you as my sex slut during all of this weekend.”

Pausing, no doubt to allow me to absorb that latest statement of intent of hers, she now continued. “It’s time to get started, isn’t it slut, and for that to happen I need you naked, well apart from the stockings and suspenders which are naturally staying on, as they won’t get in the way of the sex, after all. But, LOSE THE DRESSING GOWN! Right now, is when I find out the quality of the merchandise I’m being offered here, let’s find out just how sexy you truly are? It’s maybe that your classy clothing makes you look so good, have we a case of ‘mutton dressed as lamb’ here?”

I undid the gown’s belt, incidentally it’s the very one that she later used to hold my soiled panties within my orifice as I described earlier, then stepped out of the garment, allowing her a perfect view of my form, just simply standing still.

There followed a period of almost stunned silence, as she took in that sight of my body. When she finally found her voice, it was clear that she had been impressed. “WOW! Just look at you, far better than I’d even imagined, Elaine, you’re utterly gorgeous!” Note here, that she’d been so ‘unbalanced’ that she’d forgot to address me as ‘slut!’ Another silence occurred, while she stood there, open mouthed. “I’ve got to pay you FULL respect here, you’ve really looked after your body and if I didn’t fancy you before, which I did of course, then I bloody well do now! Just as well we’ve an entire weekend of pure sex ahead of us now, eh? With that in mind, would you please move your legs so there’s some room between them, and hold your arms in front of you. It’s time to get this show on the road.”

She’d entered my home with a rucksack upon her back, which she now removed, opening it and her hands disappeared inside. Emerging shortly afterwards clutching several lengths of bondage rope, all looking clean and fresh. She now proceeded to ‘loop’ both of my outstretched wrists, leaving a fair of loose tie remaining on both sides, then ducked down to perform the same act upon my ankles. Guess that’s why she’d wanted a gap between my legs, then.

Making what appeared to be a polite gesture towards the bed she uttered, “shall we, slut?” As her usual term of ‘endearment’ had returned it seemed, I shuffled over to the furniture, to be further directed, “stand as close to the frame as you can, please, facing inwards so you can see the bed itself, and then spread-eagle your body.” I complied as best I could.

Back into her rucksack went Charlotte’s hands, this time emerging with one of those little ‘stools’ widely sold to enable people to reach their highest kitchen cupboards and the like. In this case she wanted it to be able to reach the top corner of the bedframe, and attach the rope connected to the rope looped around my wrist, in this instance my right, to the frame in this corner. And it didn’t long for me to realise that she knew exactly what she was doing, this bond was utterly secure and now in a state where I would not be able to release myself unaided. My imprisonment to my own bed had begun!

She stepped off of her stool and then fastened my right leg to the bedframe, before moving the stool over to the left-hand side and repeating the whole process with that side of my limbs and the opposite frame of the bed. So, there I was, utterly helpless, spread-eagled and now tied to my bed and the complete captive of Miss Charlotte Summers, totally in her hands and power now, absolutely at her mercy. With my blood beginning course around my body within a state of total excitement, as it was beginning to dawn upon me that I was really turned-on, like I never had been previously in my entire life! Not only had I accepted my fate now, to be her complete and utter sex toy, but by this stage I realised that I actually wanted it. More than anything else in this world, I NEEDED to be totally HERS!

My captor knelt upon the bed right next to me, so her lips could, and did, meet mine as she initiated another of her ‘trademark’ passionate kisses, which simply ramped up the excitement and longing within me even further, if that was possible. After which, she looked me straight into my eyes. “Well, there may be some ‘I’s’ to dot and some ‘T’s’ to cross here, but basically you are now ready for me. Best I now turn my attentions to myself. After all, I’m still fully clothed!” With that she climbed off the bed and started to dis-robe herself, I was actually quite dis-appointed that she did so casually and normally, not making any sort of ‘show’ here. Soon she was completely naked, but my fears proved utterly to be groundless. She had plans to ‘spice things up’ alright.

“Where’s your lingerie collection, slut?” I was suddenly asked. “You see that presently I’m naked, but this glorious occasion, where you are about to be subjected to the hottest sex that you’re ever tasted before, demands that I should be in stockings and suspenders, just like you are. However not the cheap and nasty varieties that are all I can afford, but the beautiful, sensuous ones that you possess, and are wearing right now. I’m going to ‘borrow’ some of yours, just to mark this momentous scenario.”

I could see no reason to object to this, on the contrary I considered it a fantastic idea, so I told her without hesitation where the items she so desired could be located. She took her time in selecting a suspender belt, making some very positive comments regarding the fact that they were all classy and made from the finest shimmering satin. Also complementing my tastes as she removed a pair of the very sheer stockings available. And if I’d been dismayed by the manner of her nonchalant removal of her own clothing, this was more than made up for by the display that she treated me to whilst performing the task of placing these items of mine onto her form! As we have seen previously, at this stage she also fitted a pair of my very skimpy nylon panties over her ‘region,’ making sure that the suspenders holding up the matching stockings were underneath, so they could be, and as we observed earlier were, removed without the need to disturb the former. But she wasn’t quite finished yet, she still had some more plans within that kinky mind of hers.

“Now just where are your sex toys, and don’t try to pretend that you haven’t got any, a single ultra sexy woman who has plenty of money like you, must possess quite a selection?” Thing is she was absolutely correct about that, but I sensed that she didn’t want me to reveal all just yet, she seemed to be hoping I wouldn’t be forthcoming about their location, and she’d be forced to ‘coax’ that information out of me.

“I most certainly do have, Mistress, but as to where they are, now that I something for me to know and you to find out!” Ah well, in for a penny, in for a pound, I’d soon discover now if she’d wanted me to play a ‘game’ after all?

The quite exquisite smile I received in response informed me that my instincts had been completely correct here. Once more she knelt before me on the satin surface of the bed, uttering, “once more I’m forced to compliment you on your exceptional tastes, slut. I mean, pure satin, absolutely delightful. Mind you, by now I’ve grown to expect nothing less from you. You really do seem to possess a remarkable sense of just what’s stylish here. But to business. If you’re reluctant to give me just what I want, I’ll have to make you!”

Her hands settled upon my exposed tits, and having subjected them to quite a fondle, she took hold of the nipples at their ends. Suddenly a spasm of excruciating pain, which was extremely arousing at the same time if you know what I mean, which I’ll understand if you don’t because it does sound completely daft; shot throughout my whole body as Charlotte gave each nipple a sharp ‘twist.’ Holding them like that as she uttered, “tell me, you KNOW that you’re going to!”

I tried to hold out for as long as I could, but although strangely exciting the agony was VERY real, so eventually I blurted out just where she could find my toys. With a cheery, “you see, I knew that you could be reasonable,” she, thankfully released my tit’s nipples, which began to calm down immediately, and rose to proceed to just where my ‘goodies’ could be found.

Having noted the contents of that particular drawer and having determined to employ some of them during what she intended to inflict upon my helpless body, Charlotte’s immediate attention was drawn to my battery powered vibrator. She then picked it up, and as I described earlier, she now returned to the bed’s surface, and in front of me proceeded to bring herself to what I guess was a thoroughly enjoyable climax, it certainly sounded that way, totally coating the pair of my panties that she was adorned in with her sexual juices. And I’ve already told you just what she did with those next!

This then, being the precise position we were in, as I had summarised to you all earlier. With me excited beyond belief, my pussy being so wet with sexual anticipation that you probably could have floated the Titanic within it at this exact moment. Hoping fervently that Charlotte would be granting me NO mercy whatsoever, and she was going to fulfil that earlier promise of hers, to keep me as her toy and ‘at it’ for the entire weekend. But I was worrying over nothing, believe me, proceedings had only just started! My Mistress had EVERY intention of completing the ‘job’ of my complete and utter subjugation. As, by now, I WANTED her to!

[LunaDog]

After verbally taunting me in the manner that I outlined earlier, it was back to my store of goodies. Strangely enough, the items that she now intended to use had never been employed before, I had purchased them on a whim, slung them into this drawer and simply forgotten about them. Therefore I suppose, Charlotte was going to ‘christen’ these ‘tools’ and upon an area of my body that was still recovering from her recent attentions. Yes, my tits, or to be more specific, the nipples at their extremities. That’s right, we’re talking about nipple clamps here, fairly vicious ones with a short chain connecting them!

I suppose that it was a good thing that my mouth was stuffed full of those panties now, covered in her scent of course, for it kept the screams of real pain that I emitted as she applied those to my, already aching, tit nipples to a reasonable level of volume. The pain that this action induced was simply excruciating, and what didn’t help here was the bitch giving a little tug upon that connecting chain, when she’d completed the task of clamping those swollen nipples!

“Ah, did that hurt, slut? I guess it’s time for me to stop inflicting pain upon you, and start letting you enjoy yourself instead, after all you’ve done everything that I’ve asked of you up until this point. Now I have already participated in one orgasm tonight but you’ve yet to open your account this evening. I think I’m ready to rectify that!”

She laid herself down upon the satin surface of my bed, facing my bound body, with her mouth being very close to my aching pussy. And suddenly her tongue darted outwards, flicking against my clitoris, which responded by hardening instantly. After a few more of these deft ‘flicks,’ and stating, “what an exquisite pussy, Elaine, utterly gorgeous just like the rest of you,” as she started in earnest, gently caressing my helpless and now fully exposed clitty, with a supreme level of skill.

I felt that my whole body was on fire, such was the positive effect that this action was producing within me, and it was obvious that I wouldn’t be capable of holding out for too long before ecstasy fully claimed me for the first time. And when it did strike, it did so with an intensity that I had never tasted before, and please believe me here, I had enjoyed some damn good climaxes in the past. But none could compete with THIS one, as waves of the utmost intense sexual pleasure swept throughout my body, held within its strict bondage of course, which only exaggerated the effect! Meaning my options of movement to try and escape the sheer exuberant manner in which my whole senses became totally overwhelmed were extremely limited, as I continued to shake as much as I could, almost losing consciousness as control of the situation was totally beyond me now. Yet again those panties wedged and tied within my mouth kept my oral emissions to a reasonable level, I mean, God alone knows how loud my accompanying screams would have been if they hadn’t been there?

Now, at this point Charlotte could have shown me some mercy and ceased her activities, but as I had foolishly wished for, she was in NO mood to grant me any of that particular commodity. No, she kept up the licking, tormenting my clitty and subjecting me to a period of time when orgasm after orgasm swept through me, rapidly reducing me to a state of a gibbering wreak, hanging helplessly within my secure bonds, and they WERE definitely tested fully by my thrashings, before she finally relented. It took some time before my breathing patterns to somewhat of a ‘normal’ level, let me tell you! And THIS was just the beginning, I was still bound, held as her complete carnal captive.

Mistress again climbed off of the bed, returning to her rucksack, and for the first, but by NO means last, time in my life I clapped eyes upon the implement that I have since grown to love and cherish SO much. Her ten inch long, pure silicon strap-on cock, one with quite a wide girth to boot. One complete with an attachment that would stimulate its bearer’s clitoris, so by making it feasible for it to induce two climaxes when being used. An attachment that Charlotte ensured that she positioned very carefully in its correct location, as she buckled herself into the appropriate harness. Now, we’d both be able to enjoy the fun!

She very gently inserted her new ‘tool’ into my pussy, still on fire from her oral inflictions, slowly pushing it fully ‘home,’ and I knew instantly that this is where it fully ‘belonged’ now. I was ready to be shagged for the first time in this already thrilling sex session!

Bearing in mind that I was already quite sore from what Charlotte had subjected me to already, she was surprising gentle as she began to shag me for the first time, having simply left her ‘cock’ inside of me and quite motionless for a few minutes. With her own legs dangling over the edge of the bed, she was fervently gripping my mid-riff as excitement soon took over, and she rapidly increased the frequency and intensity of her pumping. Until she was pounding me at ‘full throttle’ now, my own excitement completely overwhelming any lingering effects of her earlier attentions. My pussy was quickly ignited again, and the pressures increased ‘down there’ to swiftly become just SO joyful! It couldn’t be long, at this pace, surely?

No, it wasn’t! Ecstasy soon claimed me again, and just possibly even stronger than it had before, and that had been at an almost unbelievable level! Once again, I lost control of my emotions, once again I shook uncontrollably, and once again those panties acted as a damper, restricting my cries of joy to a relatively low level.

My companion had no such barrier, as that little attachment had performed its designed task quite brilliantly, virtually simultaneously as my own climax arrived, so did Charlotte’s! If I couldn’t really cry out, there was nothing stopping her as she screamed at full intensity! Guess that she’d enjoyed that one then, possibly as much as I had my own. What a night this was becoming, one living up to all my expectations!

Charlotte kept us going for almost an hour in this manner, sweat was pouring off of both of our bodies before she relented at last, leaving me absolutely shattered, and hanging almost unconscious within the bonds that held me. I was rapidly approaching being fully spent, as thankfully so was she, I say that because I felt that it was her own state of exhaustion that was the major factor that had stopped her continuing even further here. Please bear in mind here that was no need to wait in-between shags as there would have been if I was ravished by a male, breaks as his batteries needed to ‘recharge.’ But, if I thought the night was at an end, I was shortly to be proven wrong, although I would be permitted the grace of some time to rest and recover, mainly because she too needed to do just that, I suspected. And when she did resume, after that rest period, she had changed tack.

You see my body has three ‘holes’ which can be used for sexual exploitation available. Starting from top downwards, the first of those, my mouth, was still occupied by those soiled panties so was temporarily unavailable to her. The second, my pussy, and the ‘normal’ one, had already seen plenty of action that day, and so the only left my third, and tied standing up my arse was fully exposed and therefore subject to her perverted schemes. Yes, at fifty-two-years of age, I was finally about to lose my anal ‘cherry.’

They do say that the female anal passage is largely devoid of the sexual receptors that a male equivalent possesses, and for a woman anal sex is nowhere near as enjoyable as for a man. Obviously until this occasion I could have no experience to draw upon, but after Charlotte had pegged me, I can fully agree with this sentiment. Although that attachment still worked for her, no orgasm was obtained by me, not until Charlotte rather kindly, reached around my body and used her fingers upon my clitoris, long after she obtained her own climax. I sensed that she had tried things in this orientation purely to satisfy her curiosity, which she clearly had done. Besides, although we had enjoyed some rest, we were basically spent, so now my Mistress eventually untied my shattered form from being in bondage to the bedframe. After a quick visit to the bathroom to relieve ourselves, we returned to the bed to almost immediately drift into a deep and full state of sleep, our bodies utterly exhausted. But Charlotte, who had thankfully removed those panties from my mouth, had tied my arms together securely behind my back before we did so. I was still her prisoner; she obviously had plans for me come the ’morrow. Just as I fervently hoped for of course, I was completely under her spell by now!

[Jenny_S]

Dear @LunaDog, while Elaine is Charlotte's prisoner, you've got me captivated with your story. The level of detail in your descriptions is insane.

[LunaDog]

Thank you @Jenny_S as usual much appreciated. Mind you Charlotte is far from finished with Elaine just yet. As you rightly state, she still holds her as her helpless prisoner. What will she inflict upon her next?

[LunaDog]

We must have really taken it out of one another during the previous evening, because the sun was already up and shining before either of us stirred on the morning of my first full day within Charlotte’s captivity. As soon as she had awoken. “Up with you, slut, we both need a shower to wash away the sweat generated by what we got up to yesterday! Lead on to your bathroom, oh, and be thankful that you have plenty of sets of clean stockings and suspender belts, for we’ll be changing those after we’ve washed!” Having arisen, with my arms still firmly fastened behind my back, I had to simply stand there as my Mistress stripped us of our dirty lingerie, entering the shower cubicle after Charlotte had set it going, and once the water emitted was at the correct temperature. To be immediately joined by her, and once she’d washed us both down, including our hair, I had my first ever taste of sex in the shower with another woman and whilst bound, although I had enjoyed male company before with water cascading over my partner and I. But, not only had all my ‘wet’ sexual partners been men, I had also always been able to move about freely. Not on this occasion though, simply adding to the excitement levels!

Charlotte did release me from bondage once we had finished showering, after all the rope binding my wrist was now soaking wet, although unbeknown to me she had some spares! Anyway, after dressing ourselves in set of clean stockings not to mention fresh suspender belts, off downstairs to the kitchen we set. We might have well satisfied, for now anyway, our sexual appetite but the other sort of hunger was well and truly rearing it’s ugly head by now.

Where I was sincerely hoping that Charlotte’s culinary skills were as proficient as her sexual ones, because as soon as we’d entered, she ordered me to sit myself down in one of my dining chairs. She now used those ropes to bind my limbs to the arms and legs of the chair. Not only could I not leave the chair now, but I was also completely unable to feed myself and would be relying upon my Mistress to spoon feed me now. And I’d foolishly believed that my humiliation couldn’t get any worse, however my clever captor had yet another surprise in mind for me!

“Must dash, be back in a tick,” she bellowed, she quickly left the room, and me, returning shortly. She’d been back to my collection of sex toys, now she held a satin blindfold in her hand. It was one of those expensive proper ones too, allowing no light whatsoever to penetrate, as I discovered when Charlotte it into position over my eyes. Not only would I be spoon fed now, but now I wouldn’t be able to view the process. Once more I thanked my lucky stars that I had fallen helplessly into her hands, what a fantastic idea! A REAL turn-on!

Whilst maybe Charlotte’s abilities within the kitchen weren’t quite up to the same outstanding standards of that of the bedroom however, but the food I was presented with, a full English breakfast, was absolutely fine, while the method by which I was given it was simply exquisite! There I was, utterly helpless being offered the food, piece by piece, all the time within the complete dark. So humiliating, but then SO sensual at precisely the same time! When ‘feeding time at the zoo’ had terminated, Charlotte left me tied to that chair, whilst she cleaned up in the kitchen, also allowing my body to fully digest just what she’d cooked for and fed me. She’s quite an intelligent girl and fully recognised the complete need to avoid ‘toilet breaks’ disturbing our bondage fun. She was patient too, keeping me just sitting there until my body decided it needed to dispense with what it now regarded as excess waste.

Charlotte’s complete mastery, or should that be mistressery, of both the occasion and of me continued to flourish. She released me from the chair but rapidly resumed the bondage of my wrists behind my back, as well as keeping me completely in the dark as the blindfold stayed on. So, the humiliations kept coming, soon I was ‘plonked’ upon the toilet, and was made to suffer it in possibly its ultimate form as I was forced to endure Charlotte cleaning both my pussy and backside after I had ‘done my business’ at both ends of my body!

By now some time had passed within this new day, and talking of ‘business,’ it was now appropriate to return to the main one of it, meaning her shagging my bound and prostrate form. For, upon this resumption of the fastening of my body to my furniture, today it was to take the conventional form where I was lying upon its surface, in the normal, if fully spread-eagled, manner.

Charlotte guided me back into the bedroom, once she given my body, and hers although of course I didn’t observe this only feel it, another ‘dose’ of my expensive perfume, I was laid down upon the bed, my arms still bound behind me. However, before that particular bond was undone, my spread-out legs were tied to the lower bedposts. No escape for me then, not that I’d have done so now, even if such an option had presented itself to me!

Now Mistress released my arms from each other, but only to quickly spread them to match my lower limbs, securing them, in a totally inescapable manner to the posts lying at the ends of the solid upper end of my bed. There I was then, fastened to my furniture in such a way that I was her complete captive, but the blindfold stayed on, so I couldn’t see her, meaning she could now do precisely what she wanted to me now, and this time I’d have no forewarning!

Charlotte climbed aboard my form, the first sexual action of this new day within this room, don’t forget we had played some ‘games’ earlier on under the running water of the shower, was something unavailable to us yesterday, with those panties removed from my mouth, she could, and did, kiss me. A full blown ‘snog’ with me a willing participant, one full of passion and menace, nicely setting the tone for the day ahead of us! Now I was completely taken by surprise, as the sudden pain of my tit nipples announced the re-appearance of the clamps into the scenario, Charlotte having removed them for the much-needed sleep. As she re-applied them, she leant forwards and gently hissed into one of my ears, “YOU ARE MINE!” As if I didn’t know that already!

With my mouth now available to her, attentions soon turned to her own tits, she placed one of those into said orifice, inviting me to, as she put it, “chew on that, slut!” Only too pleased to comply I gleefully did so for some time before she removed that it, replacing it with its ‘sister.’ But whilst this was going on, I could feel the tip of her strap-on teasing the entrance to my, soaking wet, pussy, and there was I, frantically willing it to enter. However, Charlotte is a very accomplished operator when it comes to bedroom games and she ramped up the excitement levels here by holding it there, tantalisingly, continuing to torment the blinded me beyond belief. At last she relented, as she almost rammed it ‘home,’ much to my relief and delight. I’m not a religious person at all, but if a concept such as ‘heaven’ does exist, then I knew that I was THERE, right here and now!

[LunaDog]

Having held it there for some time, as was becoming her usual pattern, and no, I wasn’t complaining about that, Charlotte withdrew it slowly, then re-inserted it. In and out, in and out, thus the cycles began, slowly at first but gaining in pace and frequency rather rapidly. Until she was really pumping me, with my excitement levels also quickly increasing as the silicon clock aroused and tormented, in a wonderful manner of course, my clitty. God this girl was good!

There was only one result that her actions were going to produce, one which her increasing ‘pants’ suggested that she was heading towards too, whilst it could be argued that it might have been more enjoyable to have waited longer, this was balanced by the knowledge that we had plenty of time available to us. Anyway, it was SHE setting the pace and agenda here, not me, just as she had stated back in my office, which seemed so long ago now, she was ‘conducting’ the tune. And doing so with what I’d come to realise was a consummate level of real skill!

So, my first climax of the session arrived, with as normal, her high abilities meaning that her own happened almost simultaneous! The volume of noise within the room rose exponentially, remember I had been gagged during all of yesterday’s activities, with as is becoming a habit of mine, me screaming my partner’s name. “Oh, CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE! CHARLOTTE! As waves of outstanding pleasure overwhelmed by shaking body, still held by those bonds and the mass of Mistress laying on top of me. Her own contortions being nowhere near as restricted as my own, being almost violent in comparison, ecstasy seemed to have REALLY clutched her within its grip! However, as her ‘cock’ hadn’t become soft, as a male one would have done, no sooner had she calmed down a little then she resumed the shagging, producing multiple orgasms for the pair of us, holding us in that most delicious of conditions for several minutes. Like I say, it was being done her way not mine, but there would have been no changes as to just she was putting us through if it had been me driving things along!

And after she’d relented and finally stopped allowing us both to get our breath back? And only a break of a short period, probably around five minutes, however firmly held within Charlotte’s hands time had now lost all meaning, she started to ravish me again! I’d stupidly wished to myself that I’d be shown NO mercy, and boy, there was absolutely no sign of any of that being granted here!

Young, and fit, in all senses of that word, Charlotte might well have been, but it was her doing most of the work here, and even somebody as outstanding as her can only put in that degree of effort for so long, before their reserves of stamina are exhausted. Thank goodness, as when she finally did stop after over an hour, I was approaching the point where I was completely spent, what was so pleasurable was threatening to become painful. However, totally elated inside!

Charlotte then adopted a routine whereby she released my limbs, one by one, from the bond that held it, moved that limb around for some time, before returning it into captivity. Purely to offset the very real fear of cramp setting in, I guess. And when she’d done so? She now left me, tied to the bed still, going off to obtain some sleep in one of my spare bedrooms, with regathering her strength in mind in order to resume matters later. Advising me to do the same, because she made it crystal clear that she was far from finished with me just yet!

I’m not sure just how long it was before Charlotte returned to my bedroom, partially because I’d managed to follow her sensible advice to obtain some slumber, quite easy really because of the shattered state that she’d reduced me to despite of the excitement levels within me being ‘through the roof,’ and the fact that being blindfolded, which I still was, I had nothing the reference the present time with, I couldn’t see the small clock residing upon my bedside table, for instance. All I do know is that, to a very large extent I had recovered from my earlier ordeals in her hands, and that I was fervently hoping she had too, and that this outstanding sex would renew. I was worrying over nothing of course, she had been revived too and had that aim first and foremost within her intentions. So, having performed that ‘release, move about and rebind’ routine first, she then set about me again. Oh, goody! I SO much craved this, oh how much did I want to be her utterly helpless sex slut now?

And, oh my God, did she not dis-appoint here or what? Once again, she fully displayed her exceptionally high level of sexual skills as she, yet again, shagged me into utter oblivion, and possibly just beyond! I really couldn’t begin to imagine life without her in it now, so far had she bewitched me, once more she took me further than any point of rationality. She was that brilliant as she subjected me to the time of my life! And so, when I would be granted the chance to, I resolved to make her an offer, one to ensure that, when it came to the bedroom at least, I was hers forever!

However, now was not the time to be making any life changing suggestions, because I very much doubt if one is capable of a serious conversation whilst in the middle of being shagged half to death, as I really was being right now! Let’s face it, such was my enjoyment of just what Charlotte was subjecting me to, that I doubt to the ultimate degree that I was even capable of coherent thought. No, just enjoy this moment, as there was SO much to relish occurring right at this moment in time!

Just as before Charlotte kept the pair of us ‘at it’ right until we were on the verge of being totally and utterly exhausted, of being spent. Then she stopped, performing the same routine in order to offset cramp raising it ugly head again. Then left to retreat to the bed in my spare room again, but making clear that she did that she planned to subject me to her rampant sexuality for at least one more occasion.

Which is precisely what she did, but this would prove to be the final sex of this day. However, she really put me through it, just like the two previous sessions with me as her helpless slut, showing me no mercy whatsoever. Just as I hoped for. But now I really was finished, as she sensed, and she wasn’t far away from that condition herself, her youth just giving her a slight edge here. But on this occasion, when she undid the bonds, it wasn’t temporary as before, but permanent. For the first time, since I had become confined to my bed that morning, I was finally free to leave it. Feeling very stiff, make no mistake about that, but totally elated!

There was a price to pay for me being granted this apparent ‘freedom’ however. With our sexual appetites completely sated, if only in a temporary manner, it was appropriate to need feed the other sort. And while Charlotte had, to a perfectly satisfactory degree, assumed the duties within the kitchen this morning, now it was my turn. Obviously, I would need to my movement restored to me in order to prepare and cook a meal, it with was the express understanding that I would surrender myself to my Charlotte’s sexuality for the final day of this weekend, by now she knew I could be fully trusted by abide by the terms of this agreement between us. She completely recognised that I simply LOVED being her slut now. But would she want to on a permanent basis? For that aforementioned offer that I had in mind centred around that question. And now was the correct time to raise it.

So instead of progressing to my kitchen straight away, I led her to the spacious living room. There she took a seat on the comfortable sofa, and with butterflies floated around inside of my stomach, I descended onto one knee in front of her, taking hold of both of her hands within mine, looking straight into her eyes and began to convey just what I wanted to say to her.

“Charlotte, Darling,” the terms ‘Mistress’ and ‘slut’ could damn well wait until the sex resumed tomorrow, this was FAR too important, “the one thing I’ve learnt during this time with you, is that I cannot function without you within my life now. I’m fully ‘head over heels’ in complete love, not to mention lust with you. I NEED you. So, will you marry me?”

Her face completely lit up with total delight, those eyes sparkling fully now. “YES! But I do have one condition. We shall form a total equal partnership, but with two exceptions. One is at work, it is YOUR company, your baby, and I’ve no wish to upset that particular applecart. You will remain the boss there, the one in charge, I completely accept that. However, those roles will reverse when it comes to the bedroom. In there, just I sense that you want it now, we will dance to my tune, there it will be ME who rules, you will be, just as it has been the case this weekend, my total sex slut, completely at my ‘beck and call.’ In short within that room, you will be…” She hesitated, just long enough my voice to cut across her own,

“OWNED!”