What She Needed (Part1)

by Red Dawn (Phoenix, AZ)

FEMME NIGHT

by Samantha (Toronto Canada)

All night long I wouldn’t kiss Stephanie because I did not want her lipstick to be smudged. I had drawn the outer line so meticulously, I was proud of my master piece. Stephanie checked the address I had written on a piece of paper earlier in the day, she was not sure of the address, tonight she was going to be paraded.

My heart skipped a beat as she stood in the doorway dressed like an old-time movie starlet, her hair bouncing around her sparkling blue eyes. We made our way down to the parking garage, she could hear rattling in my coat pockets. I had taken the hand-cuffs, ankle straps and few extra toys along for our ride. I leaned over to open the car door, a beauty such as her needs to be treated like a lady, well at least right now. She slid into the seat so gracefully, Stephanie knows how I love to see her long beautiful legs sway into the warmth of the car seat. Her coat pulled slightly open I caught a glimpse of her stockings and garter, my palms started to sweat, oh how I wanted to run my hand down her leg to touch her wetness, "soon enough" I repeated to myself. I pulled her legs together, first the ankle cuffs went on, no hesitation from her in moving her legs far in front enough to ease my process. Next the hand-cuffs made their way to her ankles, I could feel her cock getting hard as the cuffs locked. The blindfold was the last item to place on my slut’s face. She looked so beautiful, so helpless, completely mine.

I took Stephanie the Beautiful to Rosewater, the only full-time gay and t-g bar in town. Once we arrived I removed her blindfold and untied my beauty, I thought I over heard a bit of a gasp under her breath. This was the first time we had ventured out into complete open public. As the good slut she is, no hesitations, questions or doubts followed, she took my hand as I helped her out of the truck. Once there and seated at a table beside the dance floor, we lost no time flirting. She pretended to lose one of her new earrings in my cleavage, necessitating that she trail her fingers around my breasts, trolling for it, while I protested that she had to find it, quick, because I wear only silver with black clothing. And of course, I was only wearing black clothing. Today I had chosen a full leather cat-suit, no sleeves with a front full zipper that I ensured plunged in a manner that exposed by breasts just enough to tease Stephanie.

I still would not kiss her. She would dance so close to me that the lines of her face blurred in our body heat, oh yes. She would let the slick leather of her skirt smooth the way as she rode my thigh to the beat of the house music. Later in the evening, she’d let me hold her tight in the dark corners of the bar, one hand cupping her full breast, my thumb rubbing across her nipple as she squirmed, my other hand made its way to her cock as I gently and slowly stroked her shaft listening her deep breaths against my ear.

By the end of the night, I was so aroused with frustration. When Stephanie whispered a lewd invitation in my ear, I simply answered, “Yeah. Let’s go home,” took her hand, and pulled her out of Rosewater. I wanted to keep the heat of our desire flowing, I placed her in the back seat, hand-cuffing her hands behind her back, blindfolding and gagging her. I left her ankles untied, no time to waste, needed to get her home to myself.

As we entered through the door, I could feel myself panting and wanting her right there in the doorway. I pinned her against the wall, kissing her deeply, lipstick or not, I could not wait any longer to plunge my tongue down her throat. She had been freed from her ties for the walk from the garage to the doorway, it was time to set her for pleasure. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, no time for even removing her coat. We fell across the bed and I unzipped my cat-suit, my breasts were freed from the leather. My nipples were hard, I took Stephanie’s head and pulled her towards me, she sucked each nipple as she knows I expect. My hand rubbed her sexy black stockings and garters under her coat. After I came from her sucking, I pulled myself up and straddled her waist, each button on her coat was slowly undone. It fell to each side, like I was opening the petals of a rose. I kissed her as I squeezed her breasts, her large breasts between my fingers drove me wild, I love her large bust bursting out of my hand. I sat up and pull her to the edge of the bed, her coat dropped to the floor. I laid her back down to examine my slut, her leather skirt was pulled up high on her thighs, her blouse snug forming each perfect breast, her hair brushed up against her face. She looked….well, you can guess how she looked, all curves and soft lines with an edge, an edge of sexiness that is hard to explain. But you probably haven’t imagined with your other senses yet, so close your eyes and imagine the heat of her skin warming the air around us, and her scent like clean sweat from dancing so close to me, and just a hint of her sex being soaked in by her leather skirt that right now protected her cock from being swallowed by me.

She lay back against the pillows, still no words were exchanged, we both knew what we wanted and she knew to lay there, waiting for my movements. I pulled her arms in front of her, she knows exactly how to present herself to me. I pulled a few coils of rope and our bondage straps from out of the toy case and placed them on the bed along with the bar. I began by strapping each arm, pulling the buckles nice and tight. I could feel her breathing quicken as each strap folded itself along her wrists. Next I decided to pull on her wide belt and lock it. Each arm was positioned in its rightful place at her sides and locked. I love the sound of locking her, especially knowing that the only escape is the keys I keep. Her cock is hard, I brush my hand over her skirt and feel her bulging and squirming with my touch. My hand raises her skirt just a little. I need to feel her wetness on my finger tips. I reach across and find each ankle strap exactly where I had placed them, I need to have everything organized and quickly available, like a surgeon, all the tools must be on hand and strategically placed. Her ankles are strapped, I decide to pull out the spreader bar. I pull her legs apart far enough to strap her ankles to each end. I let her watch me bind her. Now its time to strap my own ankles, I place the same straps as my slut’s around my ankles. I find the blindfold and ball gag, its time to add this to her beautiful face. She moans as I take her into darkness and submission. I keep the other blindfold next to me. I stepped back to admire her, and paused, conscious of my own wetness and of my clit pulsing with the beat of my heart. I ached to touch her, and I let that ache build as I looked at her. I sat for a moment on the bed, slowly looking at every intimate detail of her body. I leaned forward, letting my long blonde hair brush her thighs, and made myself comfortable on my belly, my face inches away from her exposed hard cock. Damn, she looked and smelled so good.

I exhaled slowly, open-mouthed, warm breath blowing ever so gently across her flesh. She squirmed. I moved closer and took my fingers and spread her ass, my tongue found her sweetness, I licked her enough to see her cock begin to drip, I watched as it tracked its way down her shaft. I needed to taste her on my tongue, I buried my tongue in her ass, pulling each cheek apart to find her deepness. I went back to breathing on her, slowly, with all the warmth I could muster. Every so often she tried to shove her cock at me and pulse her hips in the air. This was difficult for her as her legs were spread eagle with each ankle locked to the spreader bar. I lost myself, as if in meditation, as I pushed each exhale hotly past her cock and ass, thinking non-thoughts about the sweet scent of her cock and her stifled moaning noises. Every so often I added a bit of saliva on her cock’s bulging head, never taking her cock deep in my mouth, but watching her twist and groan at the sudden sensation of wetness. My own legs were wet from my cunt juices that flowed down my legs and dried along the way, fuck she makes me so wet. I know she wants me to fuck her, fuck her hard but I need her cock to beg a little more for my cunt. I extended my tongue and made it a hard point, letting her make the barest contact between my tongue and her cock. Immediately I felt her hips reaching for me, as far as she was able. But I simply help my place, using the faintest possible pressure as her cock brushed my tongue-tip on the up-stroke and the down-stroke. After a few dozen strokes I took her cock deep down my throat until tears streamed down the corner of my eyes. She was so hard, so thick. I climbed up her body, nestled my hips between her spread legs, and snuggled in. I strapped each of my leather clad ankles to the centre part of the bar, I locked myself in between her legs. We were now attached to the same bar, my cunt pressed against her cock. I happily lost myself in no time again, moving my hands over her breasts, squeezing each one as I kissed her sweet lips wrapped around the ball gag. My tongue slowly wet her lips that by this point had dried out from the ball pushing against her red stained lips. No matter how the lipstick had been invaded, she looked so serene, so beautiful, all tied and completely mine. I think maybe it’s time, I know that she likes to be fucked hard and fast as all slut’s do. I place my blindfold on, I need to share her darkness. I reach down and slide a butt plug that I had laid without her realizing it between her spread legs, I had covered it in lube earlier, still wet. She moans as her whole body welcomed me in. I slid it out and back in again, and again, experimenting, trying to learn everything I can about her in a few short strokes of how deep I could go.

I left the butt plug deep in her ass, she took it so well, her muscles wrapped around it, holding it place. I closed my eyes under the blindfold and put everything I had into pushing her over the edge, lost in her taste and smell, reaching as far as I could I slide her cock inside my cunt. My lips clamped around her cock as I squeezed. I pushed harder inside of her. I removed her ball gag, I needed to taste her heat as I fucked her cock. I thrust my wet cunt up and down her cock, our legs clamped to the bar, her arms locked into the hooks of the belt, the sounds echoed off the walls of the locks banging against the steel. I pulled her mouth around my breasts as I held her down. She came inside me, her cock filling me with her juice, my cunt swelled from cumming all over her cock, so intense, her cock throbbing deeply around my pussy, and I kept going, fucking her more and more gently until the tension slowly melted out of her muscles and mine.

 My slut, my treasure!

What She Needed (Part 2)

by Red Dawn (Phoenix, AZ)

The Lust for Heels

by Samantha (Toronto Canada)

Mistress Samantha sat on the couch reading one of her many books that her Master had so kindly purchased for her, reading his choices made her feel so much closer to him. It was like reading into his mind, being not only part of his sexual desires but also part of his mind freeing world. That kind of feeling that comes from reading something so far removed from every day life. Pages filled of words that describe worlds that no mortal has experienced, a deep world of intellectual stimulation.

She was horny as she finished reading the last page of the most recent collection. Her finger turned the page as though she was stroking her Master’s cock, starting at the top corner and moving down the side of the page in a slow and stroking manner. Everything she thought about from books, to food, to fine wine brought rushes of intense desire that seemed to start from a simple word to a vivid dream. He consumed her thoughts, her passion ignited from the sheer thought of him. His smell, his taste, his hands caressing every part of her body, knowing precisely how to trigger her wetness causing her nipples to react, to harden to an aching sensation that craved to be bitten and squeezed, he owned her mind, body and soul which brought peace and tranquility in being owned by him to the purpose for her existence.

Her Master had been out for most of the day. She knew that as soon as he walked through that door tables would turn, she needed to have him, have him become her bondage slut. Her desires had consumed her mind all day, thoughts revolved around dressing her, blindfolding and binding her precious treasure. The desire left a wetness between her legs that made her spread her legs wide on the couch to let the air come in and allow her pussy to breath, the heat, the wetness drove her to reach down and stroke her clit, to pull her lips apart and wipe her wetness filled with her Master’s cum. That morning he had taken her for his pleasure, he needed to leave for the day’s events knowing she had been left marked by him. She belonged to him, he needed to ensure that when he was away she could feel him deep inside her pussy, smell him on her body.

It was about 3 am, he had placed a ring gag on her mouth that evening. A new toy, it was one of those ring gags that she had seen on bondage websites-allowing full access while preventing effective protest. He had gone to the bathroom and when he came back he climbed back onto the bed and took hold of her hair. She wriggled slightly to get into the right position as he guided her face to his cock and slid his cockhead through the ring gag. Her tongue immediately began working along the underside. He eased his cock deeper into her mouth and with a smooth, expert gesture as he had taught her, she opened her throat wide and pushed herself onto him, swallowing him all the way down to his balls.

Her muscles contracted against him as he began to ease his hips back and forth, fucking her throat. He heard a whimper of pleasure deep in Mistress’s throat, without a hint of the gag. She was his well trained bondage slut. He ran his hand down to her handcuffed wrists and savored the feeling of having her in bondage, then slowly drew his fingers up her back, making Mistress’s naked body shiver. He grasped her hair tightly and began to fuck her face.

He could see the moist hint of water in her eyes as his big cock savaged even her well-subdued gag reflex. Leaning heavily over her, Master reached down and pressed his hand between her legs, feeling that she was even wetter than he’d anticipated. When he touched her clit, her whole body quaked, and she raised her ass high as if to invite him in.

As he fucked her face, he lifted his hand and gave her a hard, merciless spank on her butt. That made her wriggle and moan as he plumbed her throat. Master spanked her again and a low moan shivered through his cockhead, trapped in Mistress’s breast by the cock filling her throat. He spanked her harder, making her lift her ass to beg for more as her round cheeks pinkened.

God, she looked glorious spread out on the bed like that. Her throat felt so good around his cock, as she bobbed up and down and gasped for air between thrusts. But he knew time was short, and he wanted all there was to have of her before he left for the day’s meetings.

Master grasped her hair firmly and pulled her face off his cock. He placed the blindfold on her and grabbed her handcuffed wrists and pulled her up on the bed, forcing her to face a pillow. Her hips pivoted to accept his cockhead between her wet pussy lips. She groaned as he entered her, and from the first inch of her cunt he realized that he had underestimated how wet she was. He drove deep into her, his cockhead striking her cervix with a firm thrust, and a moan erupted from her forced-open mouth. He grasped her hair more firmly as he started to fuck her. He knew how much she like to be fucked from behind, her knees on the bed, her ass in the air as he pulled himself deep inside her. Her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock, He ground deeper into her, feeling the press of her swelling G-spot as his cockhead reached the perfect depth within her. He slipped the thumb of his free hand into her pussy, moistening it as he pulled his cock out for an instant. Then he was back inside her, thrusting deep into her cunt, and another deep moan escaped her mouth as he forced his pussy-slick thumb into her ass. He seized the bottle of lube that he had left on the bedside. He drizzled lube between her round cheeks, sliding his finger in and out to slick her ass. Tight at first, it opened and relaxed as he matched the thrusts of his finger to the pounding of his cock. She barely seemed to know what was happening as he pulled his finger and cock out at the same time, positioning his cockhead as deep as he could. He felt her body go rigid, he knew she was ready to give herself to him, he owned her, he would be the only one to take her as he pleased. She obeyed his every move, his every thrust. He leaned down close to her and told her to cum, his voice pierced through her body, with out hesitation her body commanded him, she came, her pussy tightened as did her ass around his finger as he felt her pulsating around his cock. He filled her cunt with his hot cum, he exploded deep inside her, she moaned as he came and pulled his cock deeper and deeper inside her with each load he gave her. He had made sure he left her with his juices for the day before he left for his world.

The front door opened. Her Master was home. She wrapped her arms around him, he felt so amazing pressed against her breasts, she kissed him. Oh how she missed his taste on her. He knew now that once he entered into her world he was no longer in control, he had his role this morning as her Master; now he craved to be her bondage slut. Thoughts that had made his cock hard throughout the day, the anticipation to come home to his Mistress, to be hers wholly and completely as she pleased.

She led him into the bedroom. He could see that they were headed for an interesting evening which was what he hoped for all day, to be transformed into Stephanie. Mistress led him into the bathroom, she began to undress him, undressing him was like a sequential music note, each movement effortlessly led to the next. Now Stephanie was ready to become her bondage Barbie Doll. She took a hold of her wrists, handcuffed, blindfolded and placed the ball gag in her mouth. Her hair was trimmed as close as possible, she had done this so many times before that she knew exactly how far she could go in defining close. Each stroke with the shaver commanded a stroke of her cock, thigh, arm, kiss on the leg, Mistress was horny, the build up of the transformation brought her to orgasm every time. The bath had already been drawn, the lavender and musk filled the air. She took her into the tub, her hands caressed her body as her hands lathered with the soap, she washed her slut to perfection. Her body was lotioned and perfumed with finest body oils. Mistress only covered her in the most exquisite smells, smells that tantalized the senses.

Her corset was tightened around her waist, stockings next, the silkiness making its way up Stephanie’s leg made her cock erect, Mistress was always pleased to see these reactions, it made her more aroused and excited as they proceeded to get her ready. Stephanie had a new black lace dress that needed to be presented to the world. But before this glorious cloth would encase itself on her body, her blindfold and gag were removed, her make-up, nails and hair were then completed all to perfection. Her toe nails had been done the night before which were hidden away in her shoes as she attended to her business meetings throughout the day. The black lace dress was pulled over her head, her cock was erect, Mistress reached down as she pulled it over and lick the wetness from her cockhead, she tasted like lavender and musk. So sweet. Jewelry in silver and black added the finishing touches before her shoes graced her feet. Mistress wanted her to look sexy by classy, she knew she was a true bondage slut underneath anything she wore but given her desire and need for perfectionism she needed something that would add the edge to the alluring dress. She picked out a pair of red sling back opened shoes. Stephanie sat on the edge of the bed as her foot was lifted into the leather, the red shiny shoe glistened against her stocking, her cock was hard as Mistress stroked her cock. Her calves tightened as she stood, she felt amazing in them, Mistress had perfected her bondage slut for the night. She waited patiently tied and gagged in the living room for her Mistress to dress and ready herself for their evening. Mistress came out wearing a black pencil skirt and tight crisp blouse, her corset shadowing through the sheer blouse, she did not wear a bra tonight, her nipples were hard as they pressed against the blouse. Her black 5” stiletto heels elevated her to a statuesque feature. Her curly hair fell against her face, accentuating her deep make-up, not over done but mysterious to the eye. Pristine lines mixed with the darkness of her make-up. They were all set and out the door.

Mistress drove but as required, Stephanie was handcuffed, ankles tied with rope, blindfold and mouth gag. The evening allowed Mistress to fulfill her desires, drive her slut bound and controlled for her pleasure. The night was light, spring was trying to make its presence known, it was still cool but not enough to keep you rushing to the confines of indoors. The cool air drew you out, less cloth clad than months prior but still the requirement of cloth to keep you warm. They came to a large house set way back in a fairy tale like setting. A large black iron gate separated those allowed and those not, to its entrance. The trees leading to the path seemed to have a open arms effect on you as you drove past, the smell of pine and cedar filled your nostrils. The moon was out in full tonight casting a shadow to all corners. The night just seemed perfect, not sure what a perfect night could be described as, but this certainly alluded to such a description - perfect. The gate immediately opened, no need for announcement, someone beyond these gates anticipating our arrival. Stephanie sat quietly, never questioning the unfolds of the evening. They pulled into the drive, the way to the front door seemed to take longer than the drive here. Suddenly the truck came to a stop, the car running, Mistress reached across to Stephanie and grabbed her cock stroking the head needing to make sure she knew she belonged to her. Stephanie’s door opened, it was not Mistress, her hand was still clasped on her cock, a voice soft and sweet, greeted her. Mistress instructed the valet, assuming this was this stranger’s role, that she could untie her slut. Her hands, cold from the night air brushed against her ankles, her cock hardening by the fact of knowing who was allowed to invade her. Her ankles where quickly undone, obviously not by a first timer. She knew exactly how to untie the knot and pull the rope in a way that her stockings were not torn. Where was she? What had Mistress arranged?

Mistress, at this point, had been helped out of the truck and came across to finish unleashing her bondage slut. She helped her out of the truck leaving on the blindfold, gag and handcuffs. A leash was attached to her collar, this would keep her from wandering away or tied as she needed. The cold but soft hands that ran down her bound ankles had now reached for her arm helping her out of the truck. The pavement was grooved, Stephanie’s 5” heels dug in between the flagstone, she could hear voices, music, soft swaying sounds that no matter what your ability to dance, your body took in the sounds and naturally swayed back and forth. The rhythm crept deep inside you. This unfamiliar arm guiding her walk pressed against her breast, a rush of excitement filled her. Mistress held her other arm as she gently kissed her cheek. A large mahogany double door opened to an opulent foyer. Stephanie was left standing on her own, Mistress removed her coat first, and than hers. The firm but gentle arm had left her side. Her blindfold, gag and handcuffs were removed, she made a quick adjustment to the light. The room was filled with candles upon candles, the floors seemed to shine like they were walking on water. The gleam of the black marble and granite was like a black pool of darkness. They walked across to the back area, French towering mahogany doors opened to the court yard, people gloriously dressed in leather, masks, chains, bondage tape and anything that made them feel free, free from the bounds of the world outside this castle. It seemed like a castle, the rows of candles, food and wine graced tables covered in white Egyptian linen. The smells of freesia from the French maze garden blended against the sexual essences that engulfed the air. A tall brunette came over and embraced Mistress, exchanging pleasantries as these encounters call for. Stephanie was introduced to this creature, tall, cascading hair that rested on her thighs, dressed in a black leather bustier gown, nails and make-up effortlessly perfected. She pulled Stephanie close to her and began to kiss her, a definite surprise but taken fully. A waiter dressed in only chaps and leather cap was summoned over with a tray of red wine goblets, Stephanie and her Mistress each took one. They wandered past couples, singles, those uncertain of why they were there, seeming bored or uncaring of their interactions. After a number of hours of mingling back and forth with endless and meaningless conversations, Mistress took Stephanie by her leash which all this time had been left dangling behind her and led her up a black iron staircase that seemed to take you beyond the roof of this castle-like structure. Their heels clicking against the marble as they tried to make their way up the grand staircase in an unsuspecting manner. The noise of the music and chatter made the escape seem effortless.

Mistress led Stephanie down a corridor to a door at the end of the hall. She turned the heavy black knob and swung it open. The room was lit with large candelabras, there in the centre was a four post mahogany bed, graced like a throne for a queen, white linen, ironed to perfection, every corner edged to the line of the bed. A Shear draped over the four posts created a hail of softness over it. Mistress led Stephanie to the edge of the bed, her heart pounding. Were we to be in here, what would our hostess think, in her room? … questions that she really did not want answers for, she closed her eyes for a brief moment and just took in the scene, the sensation, the arousal that was building inside of her. Mistress rolled a trunk over to Stephanie, a black box that seemed large to hold four people inside. She had brought her purse with her. Mistress always carries a purse large enough to hold a variety of toys and objects that just may be needed in a moment of rushed sexual craving. A blindfold, gag and ropes are laid out on the thick white rug. Stephanie’s ankles are tied, each strand making its rest in perfect form, the knot is pulled tight. The tightness feels good pressed against her skin, she can feel her skin ridging from the indents. Next her knees and thighs are tied to form the exact same pattern as her ankles. Breasts are bound and tightly pulled to protrude her breasts together, she looks like a goddess in white, her black lace dress pronouncing the whiteness of the rope. Her red stiletto heels seem brighter with the white crisp rope pulling at her ankles. Her hands are tied in front of her, every strand wrapping itself as though it is a bracelet, each strand falling in its correct place. Mistress places the red ball gag in her mouth. Her hair and make-up is perfected. She is now ready for the event. Stephanie is placed on the edge of a ottoman which is positioned at the end of the grand bed. Mistress needs to make sure her bondage slut can see her. 

Mistress brings the black trunk over closer to them. The latches are unlocked, the sounds echoes against the walls. To her amazement, rows and rows of shoes, boots and sandals are lined up, like chess men awaiting mental combat. Mistress had arranged with one of the foremost fetish shoe designers to attend her annual gala with the intent of this moment, having her slut try on, over and over, shoes and boots that had not made their way to the runway. She had met Giselle, the designer, at a rope bondage workshop. The two had spent most of the evening exchanging stories, experiences and life’s unplanned events -  one of which for Mistress was her bondage slut, her ownership of such a treasure. She had shared her slut’s desires for shoes and boots, her passion as though she was fucking them as she wore them.  Giselle was overcome by excitement at such a description for what so many see as just an accessory. She joked of naming Stephanie and her bondage slut as true shoe sluts. This interaction led into the invite to her annual event. A fundraiser but an opportunity to allow those that grace her world, inspire her creations to be who they are from the inside out as opposed to what society says from the outside in.

Mistress now had the trunk full open, all the colors, shapes, textures and designs danced in her head, Stephanie wanted to have them all, she wanted to feel them on her. Mistress pulled out a pair of red stiletto heels, probably 6" and placed them by her. She removed her heels and took Stephanie’s feet and placed one in the leather clad soul at a time, she could see Stephanie’s cock hardening at the sight of the shoe taking over her foot. Her toe nails matched the shade of red, it just seemed like the perfect first match. She was helped onto her feet to see herself in the full body mirror at the end of the bed next to the stone majestic fireplace that roared with what seemed endless burning logs. The sound of the guests seeped under the door and it muffled it's way into the room. The only true sounds were the flames burning and the sound of each shoe dropping as the next was placed. Stephanie’s cock was hard and wet with the excitement of each new design was placed on her. Mistress untied her ankles and knees so she could stand and walk, she wanted her to feel the heel brushing against the carpet and witness her calves bulge from the height. She had arranged that Giselle had filled the trunk with the exact size for her bondage slut, she wanted to give her a fantasy, a room filled with the most exotic and fuck me heels that could ever exist.

 Stephanie's black lace dress was perfect, the black and contrast of lace picked up on each design, a plan well constructed.

The bedroom door suddenly opened. Giselle had walked in, not shocked by the scene as a smile graced her face. Her dark hair was now pulled back, her breasts over flowed her leather gown. She came and sat on the edge of the bed, she had brought up a bottle of wine, glasses had been laying empty on the side table but would now be filled with the aroma a deep Italian Barolo wine. She poured the wine and handed one to each of her shoe invaders. Giselle asked that Mistress and Stephanie continue with their private fashion show. Stephanie continued to try on the various works of art, each shoe seemed to bring her a different mood, her cock erect and wet. Mistress sat her down on the ottoman as Giselle just sat on the edge of the bed. Giselle came across and sat on the floor next to Stephanie, her black leather gown seemed to overtake the white carpet. Stephanie was again tied, her ankles, knees and now thighs in white rope. Her blindfold was brought to its place. Mistress took a pair of the most beautiful red leather heels she had ever seen. The heels were about 6”, the platform was adorned with diamonds, the four straps wrapped around her ankle, they were also adorned with diamonds, the red was difficult to describe, it was so deep, deeper than the shade of blood or a candy apple, a red that would forever leave a imprint on her mind. Mistress grabbed one and Giselle the other. They began to adorn Stephanie’s feet with these works of art. Giselle’s eyes opened as she saw the excitement over take Stephanie from the sensation of the shoes riding onto her. Gisele's hands roamed up and down Stephanie's calves, her tongue was hot and wet as she licked her leg. Mistress and Giselle started to stroke her legs in perfect rhythm, their hands entwined with each other as they crossed over her legs. Their mouths licked her shoes, she could sense their tongues roaming the leather, their teeth would echo against the diamonds. Their mouths met at her knees, their tongues buried deep in their mouths, the heat from their kissing brushed against her knees. Mistress’s hands reached down and unleashed Giselle’s breasts from the confines of her leather gown. Her full breasts fell against Stephanie’s thighs. She could feel her erect nipples. Stephanie could feel her lace dress being pulled up her thighs, two tongues licked her shaft bringing her cock to full hardness, she was wet, her cock throbbing to be sucked. They each took her cock deep in their mouths, her balls swelled, she wanted to be fucked, to be fucked in these shoes, to look down and see her legs adorned in the most beautiful shoes she had ever seen. Giselle leaned over top of Stephanie, Mistress took her large breast and fed it to Stephanie, her ball gag was removed, her mouth craved to be kissed. Giselle’s breast filled her mouth, her nipples were hard, Mistress reached down and lifted her leather gown, her cock was hard, she was wet, her wetness had traveled down to her balls. Stephanie bit down on her nipples, her mouth was overtaken with her large breasts.

Mistress laid her down on the ottoman, Giselle climbed onto of her and placed her cock deep down Stephanie's  throat, Stephanie took her cock. Mistress sat on Stephanie’s cock and buried her deep inside her pussy, the gleam from the fireplace made the three bodies seem as one, in perfect form, perfect rhythm. Giselle could not hold back she needed to come, she saw this as her reward for allowing this invasion into her private collection, a collection not exhibited to even those down below caught in their chatter of meaningless conversations. Giselle pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth feeling Stephanie's tongue stroking her shaft, her pre-cum filled Stephanie’s mouth. Mistress thrust  back and forth feeling Stephanie's cock over take her pussy, each movement from all three brought them to ecstasy, they all exploded together. The room was filled with sounds of release, a so badly sought after release.

The fundraiser evening was a tremendous success, on many levels. Stephanie left with her diamond encrusted red stiletto heels.

Cheap Thrill

by Samantha (Toronto Canada)

All I knew was that I wanted to press closer to her than I thought was possible. Even before the first titles finished, I moved my thigh up against hers, feeling her silky black stocking brush against mine, her garters snagging at my leg. My hand reached down to just under her knee, I had come prepared for the viewing. Stephanie and I had never been out to a movie since we met, our time was taken up with games and playing in the condo, time was more precious to us than money or at times, even life.

I had decided that we were going to venture a little further out into the public world, she looked so perfect as a woman. Men even glanced at her when we did go out, she was my bondage slut and she carried herself off completely as one sexy hot woman, confident and ready to be Stephanie. We were going to see Notorious, one of my favorite movies with Ingrid Bergman, Cary Grant, it was set in Brazil in 1946. I love old movies, the innocence, the strong women, the romantic men that will do anything for them. Brazil was also one of the places in the world where I find myself fantasizing about constantly, the intense sexual freedom of their world, where Stephanie would be adored and cherished as a goddess.

I had chosen two seats in the back of the theatre. The theater swelled with the odor of mildewed carpets, moth-worn upholstery. The ancient hinges on the seat bottoms whined as they yielded to our weight. This was the only theatre I knew that played such old movies and I also knew the audience would be limited in numbers. We took our place in the back. The theatre was very dark so this was my opportunity to set the scene for our movie viewing. I wrapped the black rope around her ankles, even in the dark the knot was perfect and just the right tension, enough that I knew she would be marked, my slut would feel the ridges for hours afterwards. Her ankles were tied to each side of the seat. You see the thing about this theatre is that it’s like a forgotten relic.

The seats were still original which allowed for a perfect tie. I then tied each of her wrists to one of the arm rests. The wood was worn and the upholstery was tattered. As I reached across to tie her wrist, I could feel her cock through her black turtleneck dress. I had dressed her in a more casual Sunday relaxed look, we were just going to the movies after all but she still looked hot in her tight fitting dress, black pumps, blonde hair and pink nails. Before leaving, I had placed the ball gag around her neck, it has become just like one of her necklaces, adorning her neck. The ball gag entered her mouth, just like the perfect slut she is. I had positioned our coats on our laps so no one would be the wiser as to our own movie being created in the back row. I lifted my thigh to her finger tips, allowing her to caress the lips of my pussy. She only had limited motion but that was what I craved, knowing she wants to touch me but the confinement of the black rope does not allow her to fulfill her cravings. Our eyes darting across the lighted screen, her hands bound, her legs spread open, stretched to the limit of the rope wrapped around her legs. This allowed me access to her cock as and when I chose. I leaned into her, one hand grabbing at her breast, squeezing her, rubbing my fingers over her nipples.

One button at a time I undid my blouse, moving my other hand to my nipples, squeezing my own as I did hers in perfect rhythm. I could feel the wetness building in my pussy, searching for a way to escape from between my legs. I spread my legs apart underneath the coat, one of the buttons dropped onto my pussy, the coldness of the steel making me quiver, the cold against the heat of my slit felt so good. I pulled the coat closer to my cunt as I rubbed myself against it. My hand moved to her cock, it was hard, and full. Her cockhead seeping of pre-cum, I could almost taste her in my mouth. I clumsily pretended to drop something on the floor, bent down and found my way between her legs, the coat just covering my head enough to let her look down and watch me take her in my mouth. My tongue licked and stroked her hard shaft, my hand stroking her balls. She tasted as good as I imagined, so sweet, so hot. I wanted her to cum, to cum deep in my throat. I crave her taste, her heat in my belly.

As I pulled back in shock, someone had pushed their cold, rough hand into my wet pussy. I tried to move but their free hand was holding my head down wrapped around my slut’s hard cock. The coat prevented me from seeing who was holding me down, who invaded my movie with my slut. I could not move. I was held down like a wild animal about to be caged. I was suddenly pulled up, still unable to see who this was, I was forced to face Stephanie, her eyes were now covered with the blindfold that I had left next to my purse. I was pushed in front of her, my breasts pulled out from my blouse and pushed into her mouth, Stephanie’s gag had been removed and she sucked them, stroking my nipples with her tongue not realizing a stranger was now controlling my actions. I was leaning on her knees, my knees spread across her legs. Her cock pulled into my pussy by this unknown person, their hands pushing on my back thrusting me up and down on Stephanie’s cock. I was pulled off and the stranger pulled me down between her legs and rammed my mouth onto her cock. Stephanie was so hard and wet, her pre-cum filled my mouth. The coat still covered me preventing me from seeing the stranger. I was totally aroused by this sudden hostage taking and lost myself in the heat of what was happening.

All questions, ambivalent feelings and confusion in enjoying the rape, if you could call it, that disappeared. All I could see above me was the stranger’s thick cock entering Stephanie’s mouth, she licked his shaft causing him to moan and thrust in and out to the beat of her tongue. I continued to suck on her cock which was hard and soaked. We came together in a perfect motion, the stranger’s cock satisfied by Stephanie’s throat as Stephanie came deep in my mouth, her cum dripping down my throat like a hot stream of fire. She tasted like the sweet candy that you buy at the theatre, the kind you love to just sit and suck, to see if you could make it last until the end of the movie.

Without a word the stranger was gone, no words, no clues, no traces left of the moment, other than my bound and blindfolded slut. I sat back and thought about what had happened. A smile played across my lips and I reached over and pushed the ball gag back into Stephanie’s mouth and then let my hand slide down to her cock once again. “Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted” I thought.