Stories of Tie Up Games

Emma Jefferies stood at the rather imposing front door, and breathing heavily to herself, pressed the doorbell, the sound of which she could quite clearly hear, through the solid wooden door itself. For young Emma, her nineteenth birthday fast approaching, was not here by her own volition, as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps on the inside, she knew they belonged to her ‘client.’ Yes, Emma was a hooker, a whore, or a prostitute if that term sounds a little less ‘crude,’ and more professional.

However, before we condemn her too much, Ladies and Gentlemen, it was a life and ‘career choice’ she had been forced into, rather than one she’d made for herself. Her recently deceased mother, Janice Jefferies, had been a total heroin addict, falling in with a crowd of men who’d simply used and abused her, now turning their attentions to the young daughter instead. With no escape seeming possible for her, they effectively controlled and owned her now, particularly her vicious pimp, son of the man who was the ‘gaffer’ here and had ‘befriended’ the hapless Janice originally, Stephen Brookes. He, very much, ran her life, controlling her ‘cash flow,’ essentially now, she couldn’t even breathe without his say so. And this appointment had been arranged by him, a new client whom he had never dealt with before, but one who ticked all the correct boxes, including providing a large ‘deposit’ for Emma’s ‘services.’

The door opened and a gruff voice sounded loudly, “INSIDE! NOW!” As Emma nervously stepped across the threshold the door slammed shut behind her, seeming to signify that she was trapped within. But the man’s demeanour changed immediately. In a much softer tone, he now addressed the young girl gently, “sorry about that, I had to make it look convincing, just in case somebody was watching you, making sure that you didn’t chicken out. But don’t worry, now you haven’t got to have sex with me, or anybody else for that matter. We’re here to deliver you from this terrible life you’ve been subjected to. Go through that door there, Darling, and inside you’ll meet the lady who’ll explain everything to you.” The door to the living room, where I waited patiently for her.

Emma Jefferies appeared more or less just what I’d expected her to look like when I saw her for that very first occasion. Like the real slut that she’d been forced to be in life. All of the clothing that she was currently adorned in was cheap and nasty, imitations of quality gear, which if it had been of the required standard would have been quite seductive and sexy, but clearly was so poorly made that it was anything but. Her short skirt, for example, was manufactured out of cheap plastic, with the idea of making it look like real leather, but it fooled nobody. And the nylon stockings upon her legs had clearly been purchased inexpensively from the local supermarket, the very last manner in which one would describe them as being ‘sexy.’ In a way, here in front of me now, was the very opposite of the expression, ‘mutton dressed as lamb,’ usually referring to an rich, ugly woman dressed in really classy gear, here was a girl possessing a fair degree of natural beauty, dressed in what appeared to be ‘rags,’ although years of bad nourishment and cruelty did diminish said beauty somewhat. My heart leapt in sympathy to see just what she’d been reduced to. As I resolved there and then that Stephen Brookes, whom my research had clearly identified as responsible for all this, was going to pay.

But first she needed to be calmed, confusion was clearly written all over her face. Putting on my best welcoming smile, I opened my body in a truly embracing cuddle shape, stating in a friendly manner, “welcome Emma, Darling. I am your second cousin, Gemma Blackstone!” Taking her trembling form into a warm cuddle, whereupon she lost control of her emotions completely, starting to cry her eyes out, almost inducing me to do the very same!

Obviously, it had been a bit too much for her to take in, but there was no rush here, and I allowed her all the time that she needed to unburden herself, before I began to explain matters to her. Like the fact she’d just ‘acquired’ a long-lost second cousin, and in truth I hadn’t known of her own existence myself, until a few months ago.

When she had settled down enough, I removed an old photograph from my jacket pocket, one older than her, and predating myself to be honest. It showed two teenage girls, one of whom was a young version of her mother, Janice. Emma recognised her straightaway.

“And the other woman is her cousin, Sylvia, my mother.”

“I didn’t even know that mum had any cousins.”

“I don’t suppose that you did, Emma. I only found out myself recently, when your mum died. Mother got to hear of it and made some ‘off the cuff’ remark. Which was the first time I’d ever known of her, and your existence. You see when Janice, your mum, went ‘off the rails’ all those years ago, mother denied all knowledge of her until then, when I almost forced it out of her. Including your birth. You see how alike they could think, our names are almost identical, yours being Emma, and mine Gemma. And ok, if Janice did make mistakes with her life, that’s no reason to cut her off completely, as mother did, and you are perfectly innocent with regard to those wrong choices of hers. There’s no way that you deserve to be a sex slave, belonging to the Brookes family, and I’m here to take you away from that and to look after you now.”

“Thank you SO much, you can’t believe how much I’ve dreamed of getting away from them. I promise that I won’t be a burden to you, I will work for my living.”

“I’m sure you will, but not in the same manner as the Brookes’s forced you to work for them. And all in good time, first thing we’ve got to do is get you away from them and from here. I take it that Stephen Brookes wasn’t above sexually abusing you himself on occasion?”

She started to cry again, no doubt my question had triggered some unpleasant memories, which soon became clear when she was capable of coherent speech again. “Yes, he forced me to have sex with him many times. Never caring whether I wanted to, or if I enjoyed it at all.”

“Well, now he’s going to pay for that. If he kept you as HIS sex slave, now he’s going to be MINE. Even if it’s not actually me he’s in bed with. BILL,” not his real name of course, the one we’d used when making all the ‘arrangements’ with Stephen Brookes, “give Brookes a ring. Tell him you really enjoyed yourself with Emma here, and you want to do so again. See if you can get him to come around here right now and alone, to discuss ‘extending her contract.’ Hopefully he will.”

“Sure things, Gems.” We could hear him on the ’phone to Brookes, and although I couldn’t make out all the details of their conversation, it did seem to be favourable to our aims. Which ‘Bill’ confirmed as soon as he came off the ’phone. “Good news, Gems, he’s coming here right now, he bought it all. Alone, and I rather get the impression he won’t have told anybody about where he’s going. He actually left while he was still talking to me on the ’phone.” PERFECT!

I removed several items from my haversack, ready for his arrival. Several sets of steel handcuffs, a ball gag, and a bag to fit over his head, one which still allow its bearer to breathe safely, if they couldn’t see anything. Last but definitely not least, a TASER gun.

We were fully ready for him when roughly fifteen minutes later he knocked upon the front door, Emma having been sent upstairs and out of harm’s way. ‘Bill,’ who incidentally had the real name of Martin Byrne, opened the door, inviting him in, which he did so quickly enabling the door to be closed immediately shutting out any ‘prying eyes.’ Which would have been presented with plenty to view, as soon as the door was shut, I emerged with the TASER, wasting no time at all in using it. I hadn’t used such a setting as to knock him out completely, but he had no chance of fighting back, as between us ‘Bill’ and I, handcuffed his arms behind his back, fitted the ball gag within his month, and placed that bag over his head. Supporting him, we now guided his figure into the garage, which was directly connected to the house itself, meaning we couldn’t be observed, plonking him into the boot of our waiting car employing the other cuff sets available to us to place him within a full hogtie. Using some padding to ensure he wouldn’t be hurt in the forthcoming journey. Collecting Emma and being careful to remove all traces of our occupation, we then set off.

Incidentally, the house was a registered Airbnb, which of course, we had booked under ‘Bill’s’ false name, making doubly sure that the invoice for our stay had been fully paid. In advance and in cash. Other precautions that we took was that the car we used had a set of ‘cloned’ number plates, the original ones would be replaced when we returned home, where specifically placed stickers, a ‘U.K.’ one, a selling car dealership strip in the back window, as well as a few others would also dis-appear, together with the alloy wheels, the original black steel ones, with a completely different tyre tread pattern being put back on. Making it VERY difficult, if not impossible to trace us, remember we had, quite illegally, kidnapped somebody here.

When we arrived in our home village, some considerable distance from the city, we met up with members of my family company, an organisation quite capable of operating outside of what the law deeded acceptable, although NEVER indulging in such immoral practices such as prostitution. We arrived at the home of the ‘lady’ who would be looking after Mr Brookes, now knocking him out completely before removing him from the vehicle. With me issuing some instruction as to just what was going to happen to him, we departed home. Where young Emma and I disembarked, allowing the vehicle to be driven off, hidden and then restored to its ‘original specification.’

Thankfully young Emma was extremely tired by now, incidentally so was I, so after finding her some night-clothes to wear, remember all she possessed in the clothing department was the poor-quality gear she was wearing now, she settled down to sleep in the spare room. As I did in my own bedroom.

Come the morning, I instructed the housekeeper to look after Emma, as I had to pop out for a bit. Thankfully she had awoken so I was able to inform her that I would be absent for a period of time. I was time to check on the progress of my ‘guest.’

Reporting to his ‘quarters’ I was pleased to see that all my relevant instructions issued last night had been performed, and with a perfect sense of timing, he was just coming round from the effect of the drug he’d been administered with when I arrived. To find himself spread out and handcuffed to the corner posts of a large bed. Having been completely stripped naked, although, as per my orders, that wasn’t the state that he’d been left in.

Stephen Brookes almost ‘spluttered’ awake as he came to, instantly trying to shake his body as much as his bonds would allow, as it dawned upon him that he was, indeed, subject to such a condition. “What the hell is this? And just what have you put upon my legs?” As they had been placed within female lingerie, namely stockings and suspenders. And not just the cheap rubbish that he’d forced Emma to wear, no, these items had adorned my own legs up until last night!

“Good morning, Mr Brookes. I trust that you slept well?”

“Are you stupid as well as deaf, bitch? I asked you what the hell is going on? Just imagine the things I’m going to do to you once my dad’s boys catch up with you!”

I, quite deliberately as you all imagine, literally laughed in his face. “Oh, really? And how likely is that, then? The way I see it, you are now here, not that you, or him for that matter, have any idea as to where ‘here’ is by the way, chained to this bed, whereas I am totally free to move.” I ‘danced’ about a little as if to emphasise the point. “It’s YOU in my hands here, not ME in yours!”

“Yeah, well you’d better unchain me right now, bitch!” Rattling himself against the cuffs binding him. “I’m going to really enjoy it when our lads get hold of you!”

It was time to ‘ditch’ the false politeness. I sat myself down on the bed, taking hold of his, impressive I must admit, cock in my hands, and looked him straight into his eyes. “I’d shut up with the threats if I was you, stop kidding yourself that you’re in any position to make any here. This is not about what you going to do to me, rather just what I am going to do to you now! Because I’m going to have some REAL fun now, all of it at your expense! Well, ok, not me personally, do you really believe that I would be willing to touch such a worthless piece of shit with my own pussy? I DO have standards you know!”

Giving his balls a real twist, which obviously sent a spasm of pain throughout his whole body, fully confirmed by the real shout of “aaaagggghhhh,” which emerged from his mouth.”

“There’s PLENTY more of that to come IF you want to play things that way! So, shut your fucking mouth and listen well. You want to know why I’m doing all this? It’s payback, shitface, as simple as that. You’ve treated young Emma so disgustingly, making her your personal sex slave effectively. You asked a question earlier; one I believe that you are actually entitled to an answer to, what is now upon your legs? Something that gives a clue as just what my plans for you are, I believe that these items are known as the, albeit unofficially, ‘clothes of sex.’ Oh, and they’re not the cheap shit that you forced her to wear, oh no matey boy, up until last night these were upon MY legs, and make NO mistake about it, I do not wear cheap and nasty lingerie ever! Point is now sonny boy; YOU ARE GOING TO SHAGGED! Again and again, from now on you don’t live, you just exist, and to be your partner’s complete and utter sex toy. You believed that Emma was your property, for you to use just how you wanted to, well the boot is very much on the other foot.” I grinned at him. “Just who is the sex slave now?”

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I paused, allowing that last question of mine to sink in, smiling at my prey. “So, who is your Mistress now, to whom do you belong to? ESMERALDA! Come and meet your new slave!”

The bedroom door opened and in stepped this rather butch woman, just like the chained-up male upon the bed, wearing nothing other than nylon stockings and a suspender belt. “Good morning, Esmeralda, dear. This ‘thing’ now totally and utterly belongs to you, he’s yours to do with exactly what you want, and in any way that you want. All I ask here, is that he’s not shown any mercy whatsoever.”

“Now don’t you go worrying yourself about that, Miss Gemma.” Looking at her ‘victim,’ she continued. “I’ve wanted a male slave of my very own for SO long, and now, thanks to you, I’ve got one. By the time I’m finished with him, he won’t even be able to tell whether it’s night or day.” Looking at him. “I’m going to now shag him into utter oblivion, and then beyond!”

Taking extreme pleasure in the fact that his new Mistress was talking about him as if he wasn’t even present, or as if he wasn’t human but some sort of inanimate object, I responded, “oh, I don’t doubt that you will Esmeralda, enjoying yourself just while you’re doing so too! Not sure that he will quite obtain the same level of gratification though. Although, and for two reasons, I’d like you not to start straight away. The first of those is that our ‘friend’ here has just woken up and might be feeling a bit ‘woozy’ still from the effects of just what we gave him. Might he be allowed a little time in order to fully recover his senses, before you ‘treat’ him?”

“Yes, Miss Gemma, if you feel that this is for the best, then I’m quite prepared to hang fire for the moment. And the second reason?”

“I’ll be rather busy myself for a little while, and I’d like to be in attendance when you administer to his needs. You see, last Christmas my parent’s, very kindly, treated me to a video camera, and it’d be rather rude of me don’t you think, to not avail myself of such a glorious opportunity to see just how it performs? ‘Chummy here,’ has ensured that young Emma needs a completely new wardrobe and I’ve promised to take her shopping to obtain it. Speaking of her, I’ll invite her to observe your games with your new slave, although I’m not going to push her if she doesn’t wish to. I’ll leave that entirely up to her.”

“Totally understandable, Miss Gemma, yes, I’m more than prepared to wait until you come back. With or without Miss Emma, as you say it’s only right that she alone should decide here.”

“Absolutely. And as he is responsible for her needing to be ‘kitted out,’ don’t you think it’s so kind of him to make such a generous contribution.” Just like all city gangsters, Stephen Brookes had believed himself somewhat untouchable, and therefore often carried a large amount of cash around with him. Several hundred pounds in fact, of which he had been relieved of and now was in one of my hands. “I mean, he won’t be needing it anymore, just as he won’t be needing any clothing, which have joined the rags he’d forced Emma to wear, the ones that now need replacing, in the flames. So, goodbye now, I WILL return with that video camara, and if she wishes it, Emma.” With HIS cash still in my grasp, I left. Like I’d said, I had to go shopping.

When I returned to my own home, Emma had breakfasted and showered. It was time for her to get dressed, but not in those rags she’d been wearing when we’d ‘rescued’ her. With the exception of her cheap and nasty bra, explanations for that in a bit, I had been completely honest when I had informed Brookes that all that clothing, and his, had been burnt to a cinder. Fortunately, she was almost the same size as me, just slightly shorter, and obviously slightly underweight, the almost inevitable result of all those years of abuse and malnutrition

Thus, for the very first time in her life, Emma’s neither region was delighting in the sensational feel of a set of real high quality satin panties, yes, she was wearing a pair of mine. I’d also allowed her to ‘borrow’ some of my luxury sheer stockings and a beautiful suspender belt, manufactured from the finest shimmering satin. You could say it was fortunate that I possessed such a large collection of such items, bearing in mind that Brookes was also currently adorned in yet another pair of them!

In some ways it was a waste for her legs to be coated in such items at all, because over them she was now wearing a pair of my jogging bottoms, newish and perfectly respectable until Mr Brookes’s cash had equipped her own wardrobe, but she had requested the chance to feel just how good they felt, and after what she had been put through, how could I possibly refuse her?

The problem was that as I watched her dressing the old familiar stirrings started to make their presence felt ‘down there.’ I KNEW that I was beginning to develop feelings towards her.

For several years now my body had been trying to tell me that it preferred the company of a fellow female in my bed, and I had always fought against it, dad being so much of a traditional ‘macho man,’ and all that. Meaning that virtually all of my sexual dalliances with a man had always been very dis-appointing and unfulfilling, usually because of my ‘inhibitions,’ most of these men were both thoroughly decent and honest, not selfish ‘gits’ at all. It was definitely ME who was the problem here.

But just what do I do now? Let’s face it the new object of my desires was a young woman who had been sexually abused for all of her life. She was probably in such a state where she would feel that she couldn’t refuse any advances that I made, possibly out of some sort of, totally misguided, sense of ‘gratitude.’ I resolved I’d just have to control myself, wasn’t I desiring to simply change one manipulator for another here, even if with completely different motives? But, watching her undress, then seeing her naked and finally her body displaying my REAL quality lingerie, I so much wanted to take her to my bed, right there and then!

Oh, incidentally I promised you all an explanation as to why young Emma still had need of her own tatty brassiere, and couldn’t use one of mine, didn’t I? Simple really, my breast was considerably larger than hers, so my items of that description would not fit her well at all. Never mind, Brookes’s money would soon equip her with some luxury bras of her very own. And if all of this makes her tits sound rather small, be assured what they lacked in mere quantity they more than made up for in real quality, being very firm, pert and perfectly ‘formed.’ And proportionally, they seemed to suit her body absolutely magnificently. Sometimes a girl’s tits can just be TOO big, my own verging on the edge of that very real possibility!

Despite only just having celebrated the twenty-fifth anniversary of my arrival upon this earth, as dad had recently suffered a stroke and therefore virtually ‘retired’ I was the one who had assumed much of the responsibility of running the ‘family firm.’ And therefore, was quite used to the need to control my emotions, an aim which I somehow managed to achieve success in here, as I took Emma to a very posh and expensive Ladies outfitters, the very establishment I used to purchase all of my own lingerie from. I say that they were expensive, and I meant it, even if their gear was from the VERY top drawer, quality wise. Basically, by the time I’d purchased several sets of pure satin panties, bras and suspender belts, together with the accompanying VERY sheer nylon stockings of course, Brookes’s cash had been almost exhausted. And I had so much more I wanted to treat Emma to, never mind, I possessed plenty of money of my own for that purpose.

I mean, one of the items that despicable creature had forced her to wear, as I mentioned before, was a very cheap and nasty imitation ‘leather’ skirt, made from plastic. How would she look in the real thing, especially if it was from the ‘top end,’ in terms of degree of manufacture? Absolutely gorgeous, as I guess will surprise nobody here, and believe me, that self-control was now being tested and right to its very limits!

I ended up buying her three of said skirts in various colours, together with the matching jackets, forming three complete suits, one in the traditional black, one in a dark grey with the final one in a luscious shade of deep cherry red. For that suit, I also treated her to a pair of full leather jeans, also matching the jacket, just if she fancied the occasional change from wearing a skirt.

Naturally, she needed some more clothes than just those suits, all in all, it turned to be a VERY pricey bit of retail therapy, as several satin blouses, nightdresses, together with matching dressing gowns, and various other necessary items became added to our, ever expanding, shopping basket. Oh well, SHE is definitely worth it, I told myself, still very much struggling to keep my ever-growing desires for her under control.

On the journey back I broached the subject of the ‘gentleman’ currently awaiting our pleasure on Esmeralda’s bed. Much to my surprise, it seemed that we were dealing with a new confidant Emma now, as if her new higher standard of clothing had also given her new self-assurance. Instead of the shrinking violent that Brookes had appeared to have reduced her to, this version WANTED to see him, and what we had planned for him. “Above ALL, I want him to see ME dressed like THIS!” She was already wearing one of her new leather suits, the grey one, and bloody good and sexy she looked in it too! Although, apart from that tatty bra, which I had quietly asked the lingerie staff to dispose of, she hadn’t changed any of the undergarments yet. She didn’t need to, and she had chosen the blouse in the utterly beautiful shade of Royal Blue to wear as she prepared to meet her former ‘boss,’ in vastly different circumstances than before. She now, very much, possessed the upper hand, and it was crystal clear that she would extract great delight in letting him know it.

Therefore, it was accompanied by Emma that I knocked on Esmeralda’s front door shortly afterwards, having remembered to pop home and pick up the aforementioned video camera. She opened said door with great delight written all across her face, almost unable to equate this new, really sexy young woman that now stood before her, with the completely timid, almost waif-like figure who had been here last night. Mind you, there was a downside to all of this. I fancied her even more now!

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Esmeralda led us into the room, full sound proofed by the way, where Brookes lay awaiting his fate. And I’m delighted to report that his clear despondency increased as his eyes clapped eyes upon the new, ‘sexy,’ Emma. Not that she wasn’t above taunting him herself, of course, and naturally I did absolutely nothing to dissuade her, after what he’d done to her over the years she, and he for that matter, deserved nothing less.

She sat herself down on the bed and immediately began to ‘stroke’ one of his nylon coated legs. “Aren’t you the lucky one, eh, Stephen?” Apparently, she’d been strictly forbidden to address him thus before, always having to call him ‘Sir’ or ‘Mr Brookes,’ so with this one small act she demonstrated that now the power lay with HER. “Such luxury items, far and above what you provided for me, but don’t worry, I now know just how delicious such items feel.” Moving her hand onto one of her own legs, beginning to move it up and down on that.

“However,” she continued to tease him, while Esmeralda and I stood back, fully allowing her to thoroughly enjoy the moment, after all time wasn’t of the essence here, “now you’re going to be treated to a right good shagging in Mistress Esmeralda’s hands, while I get to watch you enjoying your pleasure! She has such plans for you! Oh, and all of this will be captured for posterity, as Miss Gemma has kindly remembered to bring her video camera along to record the moment for all time. Won’t that be nice?”

I stepped forward, said camera in hand, allowing him to see it clearly. As Emma’s hand clamped around his ‘tools,’ letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he’d better be careful before he shouted anything offensive at her. He at least appeared to possess the good sense to remain silent, just glaring at her with his eyes full of suppressed hatred, so she continued her derision. “You know I’m going to miss THIS,” in a tone that made it clear that she wouldn’t at all, “but it’s not mine to play with anymore, it belongs to Mistress Esmeralda now. You are her sex toy from now on, so I’d better not touch, instead just merely stand back and watch as she takes such good care of you! I’m sure that you’re just going to LOVE her attentions, I KNOW that she will!” With that she let go of his cock, rising to her feet, and then stepping back. “MISTRESS ESMERALDA,” her voice rung out, clearly, “HE’S ALL YOURS!” Yes, she had definitely enjoyed that!

Now before Esmeralda started I passed a couple of items to her, making it absolutely crystal clear that any decision as to their use lay with her, and her alone. One being a blindfold, and the other a large red ball gag. “Um,” she mused, “I might just have need of these later, but for now I’ll simply forgo them, if I may, Miss Gemma. For the first few shags I like to listen to my partner’s cries, just so I can be satisfied that I’m doing a good job, oh and by the way,” pointing at my video camera, “I take it that thing has a full audio facility?” I have mentioned that this room was completely sounded-proofed, haven’t I?

“As for your other item, certainly to begin with I rather enjoy looking my partners into their eyes as I weave my magic upon them, but if I grow tired of such a sight, then I can always choose to employ it then, can’t I? Oh, and pardon me for questioning your extreme generosity here, but may I make a further request?”

“Certainly. Anything to make your ‘sexperience’ more rewarding?”

“May I request the purchase of a large strap-on, oh, and the suitable lubricant that accompanies the use of just such an implement? Don’t want to damage the ‘gentleman’ here, now do we, and he looks like he could really enjoy anal?”

I immediately regretted not switching on my device yet, as well as producing videos it had a ‘still shot’ feature, believe me, Brookes’s facial expression right there and then, would have made such a perfect picture!

“Of course, Mistress Esmeralda. As soon as we have completed our pleasures here, I’ll see to just such a purchase straight away.”

I activated my camera, in video mode as opposed to still shot. “Mistress Esmeralda, you may begin whenever you are ready!”

“Thank you, Miss Gemma.” Looking Brookes straight into his eyes, full of real loathing, but also extreme fear now. “Ready or not, Darling, here I come. Which later on will be CUM!”

Then she sat on the side of the bed, just as Emma had done, and took his cock into her hand just like the action that younger woman had also earlier performed, which through a combination of fear and loathing could be described as nowhere near hard. “Oh dear, THIS will never do! We can’t have this, now, can we? I can’t shag you all the time that this is soft now, can I? I see I’ve some work to do here!” With that Esmeralda began to stroke his cock with one of her hands, while at the same time her other mitt commenced tickling his balls. And Mother Nature determined that Stephen Brookes would respond just how she wanted him to, whether he wished for it or not. Esmeralda smiled, mostly for her own amusement, but of course he had a close view of her visage. “That’s better, I do hope, as Miss Gemma has gone to all this trouble on your behalf, you’re not going to prove a troublesome slave, are you now?” All of this verbal banter being caught on camera of course!

Now Esmeralda climbed on top of him and placed the cock that she had worked so hard, pardon the pun, to bring to life into her soaking wet pussy, beginning to ride him. Whether he liked it or not, her vaginal muscles ensured that his cock remained ‘ready for duty,’ as it where, and she began to thoroughly enjoy the stirrings inside of her that these actions activated. As did he, no matter how much he desired not to. It was quite clear that he was completely unable to prevent Mother Nature achieving her desired objective, as after a few minutes of Mistress Esmeralda’s ‘ministrations’ some grunts announced that he had ejaculated. To which, Emma gave a mock ‘cheer,’ no doubt increasing his sense of humiliation. All of it captured on film.

But his own climax, if just in the form of an ejaculation instead of ecstasy fully getting hold of him, had arrived too early to allow Mistress Esmeralda to also enjoy one. “Now, now, you’re cum, but failed to ensure that I’ve enjoyed orgasm too, that isn’t very fair, is it? You’ll just have to complete the job with your tongue!” Again, the look upon his face would have made a glorious picture, but at least this time it was filmed for prosperity, if only in a motion form!

One must bear in mind here, Ladies and Gentlemen, that Stephen Brookes is an utterly selfish person, in life in general but particularly when considering the ‘pleasures of the flesh.’ A person who always put his own needs and desires first, one possessing the very real and true belief that women exist purely to serve and gratify HIM. And as the art of cunnilingus primarily occurs for the female to derive sexual pleasure from, it was one that he had absolutely NO interest in performing and indeed had never done so before. But do you think such an attitude was going to deter Mistress Esmeralda? Not a chance, he was HER slave now, remember.

And there was now another dimension to all this, to further add to his dis-comfort. The very pussy that she was going to demand that he now service was full of his own product. Could anything have possibly been more humiliating for this narcissistic male? Now wonder Emma was almost shrieking with utter delight, her desire for ‘revenge’ clearly working out far better than anything she’d thought likely!

Esmeralda straddled his head and face with her nylon coated legs, ordering in a sharp tone, “LICK ME OUT! NOW!” However, his spirit of resistance wasn’t completely dead just yet. For, point blank, he refused to obey just what she was instructing him to do. Did she meekly accept this non-compliance? Not on your Nelly!

Still sitting upon him, she swivelled her upper body, and just as I had much earlier, clamped her hand around his ‘tools.’ Then in a further repeat of my actions, gave a vicious ‘twist’ to that hand, transferring the motion to his balls. Let’s just say by later watching the video that I made that day, I can fully confirm that the resulting cry of sheer agony was VERY loud!

“Listen here, worm,” Esmeralda’s harsh voice echoed, “there’s plenty of THAT available if you carry on just like this!” Almost matching my earlier words to him, as her action had done. “You are all MINE now, Miss Gemma gave you to me, to do with EXACTLY what I WANT to. And, if I give you an order to do something, then YOU FUCKING DO IT! OK? So, open up, and start licking. And if you don’t like just what’s in there, well remember, it’s YOU who fucking well put it there!”

This time he did obey, with me making sure I captured the dis-pleasure showing clearly upon his face on my video! Of course, by his reticence he’d made his task a great deal harder and far lengthier. For you see, when Esmeralda had first presented her pussy to his mouth, she had been right on the verge, as it were, stoked up and just short of her orgasm. But this ‘delay’ had cooled her ardour somewhat, he’d almost have to ‘start from scratch’ again,

But, to give full credit where it’s due, however inexperienced he was at performing this task, and no matter just how much he found it to be dis-tasteful, after some time admittedly, the climax that he induced within his tormentor certainly gave the impression that she had, and to a very large extent, fully enjoyed and savoured it! As her cries of pleasure completely indicated!

When she’d got her breath back, this was something that she confirmed. “Em, not bad at all, seems that you do indeed have something like real ability in you after all! Got to admit, I’m bloody impressed, just carry on like that and you’ll do alright. But I’m far from finished with you here just yet!”

She paused, as she climbed off of the bed and her prisoner. “Thing is though, great that might well have been, but what I really want to do here is to ride his cock to a bloody good orgasm. How do I stop him ‘squirting’ before I’m ready, as just happened there?” Note, that Esmeralda was again talking about her slave as if he wasn’t present, all of it recorded, of course.

Believe or not it was Emma who gave her the answer that she was looking for. “Whilst most of what that bastard put me through was bloody nasty, it did at least mean that I picked up a few ‘tips’ along the way. And I was forced to deal with some right ‘weirdos,’ some real perverts, as you can well imagine. Anyway, there was this one bloke who wanted me to do precisely that, make him go hard, and then ride him without him being able to cum at all, just like you’ve asked for. So, I tied a length of tie around the base of his cock, and his balls, achieving just that. And it bloody worked! Just before his time ran out, for the last shag of his session, he got me to untie it, as he had some theory in his head that it all that denial would make his blow even more spectacular! Might have been true for all I know, because he didn’t half shoot his load when he did cum! Must admit I almost enjoyed that particular punter!”

“Miss Emma, you wouldn’t consider helping me out here, in that case.”

“Certainly, Mistress Esmeralda, it’d be my absolute pleasure to assist you with your desires in respect of our ‘gentleman friend’ here. Giving you the full benefit of my ‘sexperience,’ as it were. Have you got a small length of bondage tie?” Again, I pointed the camera at Brookes’s face in order to ‘preserve’ that precious moment!

Esmeralda quicky passed a short tie to Emma, who was clearly loving just were this was going, as she played her role in his humiliation to perfection. “Mistress Esmeralda, in a moment when it starts to go hard again, may I have your permission to touch, what is undoubtedly YOUR property. You see once I apply this tie, then this implement won’t get any limper, but if it isn’t as yet at full hardness, it won’t get any stiffer too. So, I need it as hard as it can get to begin with, and to achieve that, I might have to play with it for a bit?”

Esmeralda was also ‘singing from the same song sheet here,’ immediately granted her consent. “Why certainly Miss Emma, you have my full permission to perform just what act that you deem to be necessary here.”

“Thank you, although we’ll probably have to wait for a few minutes more.” Both of them, clearly enjoying themselves, again discussing Brookes’s body parts as if he had NO say in just what they were doing with them now. Which, to a large extent I guess, he didn’t have!

Emma was indeed correct about the need to wait until Brookes was hard again, a process that she was all too willing to assist in. When she satisfied with the condition of his implement, she applied her tie, and as suggested, she knew exactly just what she was doing. He gave a little gasp of pain, as she secured the final knot with such a comprehensive ‘snap,’ but made sure that no lasting damage was inflicted.

“He’s all ready for you, Mistress Esmeralda. Now this,” indicating Brookes’s cock, now in the ‘full attention’ position was as ready as it would ever be, “is simply awaiting your pleasure!”

Continuing the game between them. “Thank you so much, Miss Emma. God has no idea as to just how much I’m looking forward to this! My very own ‘living dildo,’ I’ve waited so much to have one of these!” She climbed ‘aboard’ with a lovely ‘sucking’ sound as her pussy absorbed his member in its interior.

She then began to ‘ride him’ very much putting on a ‘show,’ making ‘whoop’ sounds like a cowboy on a bucking bronco at a video. It seemed to be effective though, after a period of time she was able to bring herself to an outstanding climax. If his tongue had proved to good, and it had been, then his cock, completely under her control now, was even better!

As her wild shrieks of almost uncontrolled ecstasy simply confirmed. “Thank you so much Miss Gemma, not only have you captured a sex slave for my use, but you’ve provided me with such a talented one. And look ITS still hard, thanks to you Miss Emma. Be rude not to take advantage of that, don’t you think? Best I go again!” And she did, straight away right there and then. With the same delicious, well for her anyway, outcome. As for him, who cares?”

Emma and her new friend were still ‘working as a team,’ as her constant loud vocal whoops and encouragement amply demonstrated, vastly adding to his humiliation. As for me, I was utterly silent to be honest. Well, I was occupied you know, it takes real dedication to be an accomplished ‘camera man,’ and I wanted to produce something well worth watching!

Obviously, it was Esmeralda doing nearly all of the ‘work’ here, even if out of the two of them all of the pleasure was hers, and so, inevitably it was her who began to flag first. And so, she turned to me, indicating that I should stop recording, which I did, popping the camera, which was fairly small into my jacket pocket.

“Cor, he’s done me in for the moment, so I’m afraid I can’t continue to entertain you anymore, Miss Gemma and Miss Emma, as I’ve got to rest up for a bit. But if matey boy thinks for one minute that I’m done with him, he can think again. Perhaps you’d like to stick around?”

It was Emma who answered her, “no, I think we’ve seen enough for now. But thank you for the show and enjoy the rest of the day!” To my utter delight, I was shortly to discover that she now had hatched plans involving bedroom action of her very own! Involving me.

For no sooner had we passed through the door to that room, shutting it behind us afterwards, then her lips were upon mine. Initiating a kiss, a real snog more like, full of real fire and passion! Well, I hadn’t expected THAT, not that I was complaining, mind!

Perhaps this might be the appropriate time to explain a few facts about young Emma, Like the fact that she was a very bright and intelligent girl, despite the fact that she possessed no formal academic qualifications. That purely down to the fact that she’d been denied any degree of proper education, receiving one to the most rudimentary standard. Indeed, in time her general intelligence was prove extremely useful as regards to the family company, but that is a story for another time.

But as well as picking a few ‘tips’ from her unfortunate time in Brookes’s ‘employment,’ this highly astute young Lady had also developed an acute sense of determining a person’s deep sexual desires and just what turned them on, even if they weren’t fully aware themselves yet. Remember I’ve been explaining that I’d been struggling to control that I really fancied and wanted her? Of course, she’d seen straight through that immediately!

And not just that I wanted her, even though I wasn’t fully conscious of it myself presently, she’d seen that there was far more to my desires than to just be with her. No, I deep down I didn’t just want to be with the lovely Emma, I WANTED TO BE HERS! To be ‘owned,’ if only within the bedroom, to be totally, utterly and completely under her control and subject to her every command! And, luckily, just as I wanted to be hers, so she desired to have me. Sometimes life IS good and fair. And it had chosen this very occasion upon which to be so.

“You’ve been wanting me to do that all day?” She asked when she finally bought that kiss to a close. “Just like you want to take me to bed?”

“Emma, I can’t deny that I find you SO sexy! There’s nothing more in this whole world I want to do more. But only if you want to. Especially after everything that you’ve had to go through.”

“Oh, believe me Darling Gemma, I WANT to! This isn’t because of any debt that I might owe you, goodness knows how appreciative I am for all that you.ve done for me though. I’ve known for quite some time that I really fancy girls instead boys, and you are simply gorgeous. I want you as much as you want me, and make no mistake I’m going to do everything I can to please you, because…” She paused, and then came straight out with it,


“And I you, sweet Emma! More than I’ve ever loved anybody or anything before.” I know to an absolute degree of certainty that I’ve never meant any words more than those spoken now.

“I’ve also worked out just what you need now, Darling Gemma, I must admit that I have a remarkable knack for unlocking somebody’s sexual desires.” That really got my attention, as you can well imagine. “You don’t just want to go to bed with me, you want me to take you to it, and securely tie you to it, don’t you? To make you completely mine?”

The fluttering of sheer excitement, of sexual anticipation, that permeated throughout my whole body just told me that her instinct was spot on. I knew then I wished to totally surrender myself to this utterly stunning young Lady. Despite only knowing her for roughly twenty-four hours, my trust in her was absolute. I was only capable of one word, the one that sealed my fate.


I’ve tried many a time to work out for myself just where this longing came from. Possibly it came from some need to take a break from the ‘norm,’ of being the ‘boss,’ as I’ve said I was virtually running the family firm now. Perhaps I sought a rest from being responsible, of having to make all the decisions, content to follow orders for a change. As I looked into those beautiful eyes, just before she kissed me again, I knew that this remarkable woman was somebody whom I would willingly follow to the ends of the earth and back if she wished me too.

She almost laughed as she finally broke off the following kiss. “You know, I’ve totally lost count of the times that piece of offal in there claimed that he had a brilliant business acumen! Because he never twigged on that I’m a lesbian, just think of the vast untapped ‘market’ that he missed out on! Mind you, it’s probably best that way, it meant that there was no chance of me developing any feelings with any of my ‘clients,’ I never fancied any of them. So, each shag was just a job for me, completely unlike now with you. What the hell are we hanging around here for, come on LET’S GO!” No sooner said than done, we almost ran to my own home.

But once we had reached the sanctity of my bedroom, and when Emma had shut and locked the door, time seemed to stand still in comparison. As did I in the middle of the room. “You are strictly forbidden to take off any clothes.” Her voice rang out. But in a far softer tone, she continued. “You see Darling, removing your clothing is my task and not yours.” She smiled. “Your job is to relieve me of mine! One item at a time, alternating between us.” Swiftly, but seductively she took off my jacket, laying it gently on the floor. “Your turn.”

Her jacket then appeared right next to mine, as if we were building two piles of clothing upon the floor, adjacent to each other, which in fact we were. Next up, the matching leather skirts. I unbuckled hers, allowing it to be removed, but she stopped me there. She wriggled herself out of it, in such a spectacular fashion that I found so captivating and just didn’t want to interfere with. I tried to perform the same act with my own skirt after Emma had unzipped it, and to some degree I did manage to make some sort of show of doing so, but with nothing like the excitement that Emma’s display had generated. Never mind.

Next to come off was my blouse, and if it has ever been removed before in such a sexy and provocative manner, then I can’t remember when, and believe me I would have! Her suggestive and deliberate facial expressions as she undid the buttons were simply pure and utter genius. If I wasn’t turned-on before she had started this stripping off, and of course I was, then I bloody well was now, and how?

Finally, our bras and panties needed to come off, naturally the stockings and suspenders would remain. Emma removed my bra and I hers, and then we both broke her strict rule by losing our own panties, fortunately we had both placed the suspenders underneath, meaning that they didn’t need to be disturbed at all. We were ready for bed.

We moved over to it, and Emma’s voice rang out. “If you wouldn’t mind climbing aboard, Darling.” I did so and stretched myself out. In the meantime, Emma had grabbed the belts off of four of my dressing gowns, good job I owned a few, and stood near to where my left hand was almost touching the outer corner bedpost there. “Last chance to bottle out Darling, just say the word and I promise that I’ll stop. But, as I’ve already said, you WANT this, don’t you?”

“Yes please, Mistress!” Well, if one is going to play a game, then one should do so properly! “Please, make me yours, I want nothing more in this world than that now. Please, subject me to your will. Show me NO mercy!”

“As you wish!”

It just took just a few seconds before it was confirmed within my mind that Emma knew exactly what she was doing here. She had, in fact played bondage games before, from both sides of the coin, both as the one bound, and the one performing the tying up. And it was crystal clear, as distasteful as her previous ‘career’ had been, she was bloody good at what it involved. And there was to be no exception here.

After she’d skilfully looped my wrist, she then expertly tied it to the bedpost in an utterly inescapable manner, but one that was totally safe at the same time. In terms of not being too tight and therefore no danger whatsoever to my blood circulation for example.

Emma simply transversed around the bed, so by the time she returned to the head end; in order to capture my other arm, my ankles had been fastened to the outer posts of the lower bedframe. Not long afterwards that arm, my right, was also tied to the adjacent bedpost. I was now completely captured, tied to the bed in such a manner that I couldn’t escape just whatever Emma wanted to put me through, unable to deter her in any way. I WAS HERS NOW!

With my blood racing around my body in a level of heightened excitement that I had never felt before, I suddenly realised that this was my ultimate sexual fantasy coming to fruition. I was utterly helpless, in the absolute power and completely at the mercy of the woman whom I had now come to appreciate was the Lady of my dreams. Does life get any better than this?

To be honest, yes, there was another detail that could have made the picture even more complete, but totally unbeknown to me it was one that Emma also desired. She wanted to remove my power of sight, so that she could ravish me unseen, I’d have no idea just where she was, and just how she’d strike next!

“Got a scarf I can use as a suitable blindfold, shame we left that with Esmeralda, especially as she didn’t use it. I think it best if you can’t see just what I’m up to.”

“Actually Mistress, I’ve got more than one of those. You’ll find them in the top drawer of the chest over there.” Indicating the direction, with my head. She went over to fetch them, but her eyes widened as she opened said drawer, observing that there were other ‘goodies’ present other than a couple of blindfolds

“Just what have we got here, then? Oh yes, I’ll just have to use these,” taking some nipple clamps out of the drawer, and dangling them. “You naughty girl, fancy forgetting to inform Mistress Emma that you had some of these at my disposal. By rude NOT to use them, you’ve such gorgeous ‘bazookas’ too!” To be honest with everything else going on I’d purely forgotten about them. Yes, it’s true, I really had!

Emma attended to the blindfold first, reducing my world to utter darkness, and I felt her conditioning the nipples of my tits, one by one. But of course, I had no sight now, so I had no idea just when she would apply the clamps, especially as the little minx, quite deliberately I’m certain, paused for some time before she did so.

So, I had NO preparation available to me, as a stab of sudden agony shot into my body from the nipple of my left tit, Emma fastening the clamp to it. “Ah, did that hurt?” Shortly afterwards it was the turn of my right hand one as she repeated the dose. But the bitch wasn’t finished just yet, the clamps were connected to each other with short chain, which of course Emma just had to give a little ‘tug’ to. Love her? At this precise moment I just wanted to KILL her!

But of course, there was nothing I could do, I was securely tied to this bed and completely helpless, simply subject to her kinky designs, with no means to resist or dissuade her. She’d got me right where she wanted me, and she wasn’t letting go!

However, after that bit of pain, well, extreme agony more like, at least the pleasure now began in earnest. Emma now laid herself down on the bed, and as lips returned to torment mine once more, her magic fingers turned their full attentions to my clitoris, which had never been harder or more alert in its entire life. I was completely under her spell now, and we both knew it.

However unpleasant Emma’s previous life was, it had the blessing of really honing her considerable level of sexual skills, to which she now gave full reign, at last using them in bed because she WANTED to be there, finally with a partner of her own choice. If anything, this freedom, as it were, simply enhanced those exceptional abilities, finely tuning them, to the very real benefit of both herself and her chosen partner, me.

As she maintained the incredible levels of her moral assault, teasing and tormenting my lips and mouth as they had never been forced to cope with before, her gentle fingers were swiftly transporting my emotions as they had never been played with previously, I really had taken up residency within heaven. I, for the first ever time, felt the excitement levels building to an explosive crescendo, over which I had no say, completely helpless in the hands and power of this total ‘sexpert!’

And when that climax arrived, OH MY GOD! My body at first froze as the first wave of the most intense excitement came crashing throughout it, totally eradicating anything in its path. Suddenly my mouth began screaming, “EMMA! EMMA! EMMA! OH EEMMMMAAA!” And my whole form began thrashing about uncontrollably, well as much as the bonds that held to the bed would allow, in my dark world of total and utter ecstasy!

They say that one of the major advantages we Ladies possess over you Gentlemen when it comes to sex, is our ability, although not every woman is capable, of enjoying multi-orgasms, as opposed to just one for you once you’ve ‘shot your load.’ Was I able to enjoy just such joys?

Let’s just say that Emma had every intention of finding out! Her magic fingers allowed me no respite at all, keeping within a state of almighty bliss as the aforementioned question was emphatically answered in the most positive terms available.

Emma kept me there, fully immersed within that tremendous high, my body completely racked with pleasure and SO alive, until when I started to actually struggle to breathe, she finally relented, withdrawing those fingers of hers, and allowing me to come down. Back to earth!

“WOW! You gave every appearance of really enjoying that, glad to have been of service!” As my pulse and breathing slowly returned to something like normal levels, I reflected that she had just taken me to places that I had never been to before, and that I fervently wished to visit again. And soon. But I was worrying over nothing there.

Her gentle voice was back in my ear. “But, if you think for one moment that I’m content with just that, you’ve got another think coming, be assured of that. The night is still young, as they say, so there’s lots more to come before I even think of releasing you from my power and this bed! You belong to me now, and I’m far from satisfied!” I just knew that I’d be given just the tiniest respite and then she’d set about me again. I was in for a torrid night, about to be taken right to the limits of my very endurance, subject, helplessly, to the remarkable skills of this complete and total ‘sexpert.’ With there being nothing I could do about it! SMASHING!

Suddenly, the same question that I had taunted Brookes with echoed throughout my head, almost ironically,







The answer, of course, was me. And wasn’t I just delighted to be so, utterly helpless in my gorgeous Emma’s hands.

A wonderfully woven tale my friend! Good job!

Switcher1313 wrote: 3 weeks ago A wonderfully woven tale my friend! Good job!

Thank you very much, glad that you enjoyed it.