Leather & Lace - Book 2
Chapter 2 - The house becomes a home
By the White Knight
'Oh, my God', I exclaimed excitedly, 'you've built a hidden St. Georges Cross
into the wall!' My fingers dug out each of the rubber plugs that were virtually
undetectable against the expensive dark grained wood that covered the wall.
Greg had shown me one of the plugs which after it was removed revealed a
threaded metal bolt that was sunk into hard wood. Then taking an eye shaped
screw from a handy orange bucket had inserted it into the wall and screwed it in
until it was secure. Knowing what to look for my eyes had scanned the wall and
the realization of what he had done prompted my excitement.
'Sharon, take it easy', Greg said gently as he took the rubber plugs from me one
by one. 'Just leave the wall alone for now, OK?'
'But Greg, this is a beautiful present and I want you to tie me to it now!' I
told him in my sweetest ingratiating voice.
'I'm glad that you like it, but you should be more careful about topping from
the bottom', he said to me as a bit of steel edged into his voice. He relented
as his voice softened, 'Besides we haven't moved in any of our clothes...
especially any of your sexy outfits... so this is going to have to wait until a
later date.'
'Oh, but Master, you've built us such a beautiful playroom that has made me
hotter than a torch and I so want you to play with me', I said seductively as I
sidled up to him and wrapped my arms about his neck. My cashmere covered
breasts caressed his chest as my fingers played with in his well manicured hair.
'Could we please... please... please christen the room today?'
'As much as I love seeing you in heat baby, I have made my decision. I want you
dressed in a corset and heels when we christen this room not some outfit that
you can where on the street!'
I felt like pouting, but I had learned quickly in our relationship that pouting
only made him even more resolute in his decision. Also, it more often than not
earned me a punishment that wasn't one that I enjoyed such as washing the car or
mopping the floor. If he was really mad at me it would be cleaning the floor in
the bathroom with a tooth brush, despite the fact that we had a service that
came in weekly just to do such things.
I backed away from him smiled and posed for him. 'These aren't just any clothes
Master these were picked out especially to keep you hot and excited today.' I
told him easily as I began to circle him and let my hands roam about my breasts.
'Don't you like my sweater?' I asked him as ran my fingers over the soft Aztec
gold material. 'It's so tight and warm and yummy... hmm, it's just so sexy.
Remember when you bought it for me and you had to have me in the dressing room?'
Greg face remained stern, but he didn't stop me or respond. My smile shifted
into a seductive leer as I responded to him unconsciously licking his lips.
My hands slid down to follow the curve of my hips and I gave him a half turn
pose straightened my legs and bent giving him a perfect view of my rear.
'Aren't these pants tight enough, Master? The beautiful velvet material hugs my
each and every curve more like a pair of tights that a pair of slacks. Hmmm,
and the creamy chocolate color would look so wonderful covered with your
wonderful white ropes.' He was clenching his hands now and I knew I had him on
the ropes. It was time to hit him where it counts, right in his favorite
fetish. Straightening I raised a leg, bent at the knee and pointing one foots
toes to the floor. 'Oh, and I thought that you loved these gold Audrey Hepburn
style flats. With there soft calf-skin leather they look so much like the
ballet slippers that you love having me wear so often when you bind me. Of
course you, love them darling, why else would you spend $180 on such as flimsy
pair of shoes?' I flexed my foot in the shoe like a dancer and let his eyes eat
up the way that the soft leather melded itself to my every move.
Putting my hands my hips I faced him with my chest held high and one leg forward
presenting my highly arched limb clad in the exciting flat. 'Please, Master,
would you just love to christen our own private dungeon on the first day that
all of the work has been completed on our dream home?'
Greg's eyes slowly departed from my foot show to glide up my lithe body until he
was once again looking me in the eye. His stern visage had waned leaving behind
interest... and something more... curiosity, perhaps. 'Hmm, christen the
dungeon you say?'
'Yes, Master. Wouldn't I look wonderful mounted on your wall like some medieval
trophy?'
'Yes, you would indeed', he replied easily. With his mind made up he was upon
me in two long strides pulling me helplessly into his embrace as his hungry lips
found mine. Our feverish tongues explored each other and I sucked on his
lightly drawing it further into my mouth as I would do to his cock. His
excitement grew and soon his hands were everywhere, seemingly all at once. I
arched my body into him and delighted in his touch as my breasts, thighs and
crotch were visited by his questing fingers. Just when I thought that he would
take me right there and then he grabbed me about my middle and heaved me up and
over his shoulder!
I struggled for a second lifting my head and body upwards to try to see what he
had in mind, but a swift spank with his hard hand to my butt quickly convinced
me to lie low with a wait and see attitude. With me slung over his shoulder, he
carried me through the doorway hidden in the walk-in closet of our bedroom and
out into the bedroom proper.
'Alright then, if we are going to christen our dungeon today then we will do it
correctly', he announced. 'As a groom carries his love over the threshold and
into their home, so should a Master carry his Slave into their private dungeon
for its first christening use!'
'Hmm, sounds yummy to me Master', I purred into his back.
With another sting slap to my rump he turn back and ducking beneath the door
lintels carrier me back into our own private playroom. Another slap to my butt
and he lowered me back the ground in front of the wall where we had started.
'You take out all of the rubber plugs and put them in the blue bucket and I'll
start putting in the eye screws.' I finished well before him and began to help
insert all of the screws. Six sets for each arm and leg. Eight sets about the
torso, some more tightly space about where my chest would rest. Two eyes on
either side of my neck, and two more beneath my crotch for a total of seventy
screws.
At first my excitement began to ebb as the daunting task began, but as we got
closer and closer to our goal the embers of the fire within me began to flame
once more. 'You keep working', he ordered as he walked to another section of
the wall which opened to reveal another hidden room. He turned on a light
inside and returned in a moment with what I had come to recognize as one of his
bags of tricks. The tanned leather shoulder bag contained a host of rope,
restraints, gags and toys.
My eyes flashed over to the other room, he had yet to show it to me and my
curiosity was peaked. 'And just what other secrets do you have within this
beautiful dungeon of ours?'
Glancing at his watch he shook his head and looked up sadly, 'Sorry baby, we
really don't have time for the nickel tour at the moment. Not if we are going
to play at least... but to be brief there are two rooms hidden off of this room.
The one that I was just in has a one way picture window size mirror fronting it,
allowing me to set up and take video's whenever I please. The second is used
for storage of bigger items that I intend to build, such as a hand made bondage
chair, a padded set of stocks and perhaps even our own rack!'
I finished off my last eye nut and turned to him, 'What would you like me to do
now master?' He tossed me something from his bag and only my quick reactions
allowed me to catch it before it fell to the floor.
'I think that you know what to do with that', he said easily as he began sorting
out the host of ropes that he would be using to bind me to the wall.
Looking at the butterfly vibrator I smiled and thought to myself that I most
certainly did know what to do with this little item. Unzipping my pants I
lowered them enough so that I could slide the short studded nub between the lips
of my vagina and positioning it right up against my clit. Often butterfly's
came with straps but not this one. This one was controlled by a remote wireless
unit that made it perfect for playing with while you were out and about town.
Greg had no end of fun with the little gadget that he would use to tease me with
mercilessly while we were at some party or affair. With a tight pair of thick
satin panties to hold it in place beneath one of my formal floor length gowns,
it was impossible for anyone else to what was making the furors in my brow.
Ah, but that is a story for another day, for now I zipped back up my pants and
accepted my next present. A bean bag covered in a light blue silk scarf made
for a very pleasant, yet silencing gag. I tied the ends tightly behind my neck
after pushing and prodding the ball into the most comfortable position with my
tongue.
'Turn around, back to the wall, and spread your legs to fit within the eye
bolts' he ordered calmly. Looking over my shoulder I edged my way backward
until I was flush against the wall. I spread my legs wider and wider until
finally my legs were where he wanted them. I thanked my luck stars that he
didn't have me wearing six inch heels because I don't know how it would have
been possible to achieve that wide spread and still be able to balance in the
tricky heels. In a quick methodical fashion Greg went about lacing each leg to
the cross as if he were threading a new set of wing tips.
I was surprised at how tightly he was lacing the rope over the skin tight
chocolate velvet clad gams until I realized that it was some type of machinery
that was doing the tightening! As he finished my right arm I had seen him push
the two ends of the rope into holes in the wall. Straining, I could just hear
the metallic hum of a motor as the rope was pulled taut. Greg worked the ropes
like the straps of one of my corsets and soon any excesses were soaked up by the
machinery behind the wall. Hmm, and I thought this was just a simple St.
Georges cross hidden in the wall! My, my, but that was just like my Master
never do anything by half measures.
The ropes dug into my calves and thighs, stretching my legs just a bit of agony
further apart. I reveled in that bit of pain that reminded me what I was and
just why I was here. Giving of my self helplessly to my lover and Master was
the underlying key what made me tick and consequently set my loins on fire. Oh,
and it was wonderful to have found my other half, the yang to my yin, who loved
so very much to control me. Methodically, yet with obvious intensity, he
equally reveled in stripping away my freedoms bit by bit until I was helplessly
at his mercy.
With my arms finished, Greg looked me over and than nodding in silent approval
decided to reward me with a flick of his finger. The vibrator buried against my
clit burst into life and I groaned loudly, through my mouth filling gag, in
satisfaction. My hips began their own dance as they humped the wildly pulsating
piece of plastic, only to be stopped by more tethers as ropes snaked between my
legs and up over my crotch, belly and waist. Soon those ropes were sunk deeply
into my soft flesh making me as helpless as a fly pinned to a dipterists board.
Master now decided that it was time to play with my breasts as he pulled them
gently from beneath their silky cashmere covering. This was an easy task as the
sweater was cut in a low square just so that he could see plenty of my
unfettered mounds. Their freedom was short lived as first an X of twin ropes
were drawn between them, followed by a figure eight affair. When he let the
machinery tighten the ropes about my chest, those surrounding their bases formed
miniature lasso's that squeezed and squeezed my flesh upward until my poor
mounds resembled balloons on the verge of popping!
Pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger brought him the reward that
he sought as the pain exited them into hardened bullets. Without further ado he
attached a set of vibrating nipple clamps that were one of my favorite of all
our toys. We had only picked this one up a short time ago when we had tried it
out for an L&L site shoot, but it had seen so much use since than that we had
invested in rechargeable batteries! I like, no that's not strong enough I love
to have my nipples played with. Pull them, pinch them anything except cutting
them and I became so much putty beneath his fingers.
I loved when he would use normal clamps on my nipples and then tie them off
somewhere above me, pulling on my tender teats all the while that he was taking
me. With each thrust of his member my body would be jerked and my nipples would
be pulled even tighter. This pain was more pleasure though as it sent a shot of
electrical heat into my sex that raised my excitement by a factor or three!
As with this situation though it was not always possible to tie my nipples off
somewhere and that was where the vibrating nipple clamps earned there keep.
Sliding the controller securely into the waist of my pants, he set it to high.
My muscles strained to respond to the siren like call of the little engine
between my legs and the aching pull of the humming clamps, but were totally
frustrated by the unrelenting ropes. As much as I tried there was no way to
work with my little playmates to enhance there efforts to the point where I
could come.
Just as I was about to give up and simply try to ride out being kept on the edge
of orgasm, the floor moved! Slowly the floor receded, leaving only he toes of
my shoes touching the ground at first and than shortly after leaving them
hanging loosely. 'ea oor uvvd', I shouted at Greg.
'No, the floor did not move', Greg responded disgustedly as he moved to my face
and covered my eyes with a soft leather blindfold. 'The wall moved silly. So
now you are hanging a foot above the floor. This way it won't matter if you are
wearing flats or ballet heels either way you will not have to worry about your
feet touching the floor.' He paused for a second and I heard another motor come
to life behind me. 'And why would this be important do you think?'
With that my whole world began to rotate. It was like I was strapped to some
massive carnival pin wheel which slowly swung me around the full three hundred
and sixty degree spectrum. As my head neared what must be the ground my long
locks began to fall downward until I could feel them dragging on the floor.
Slowly I was righted again, until once again my toes pointed toward the floor
and my head to the ceiling.
'That was the one minute setting', he told me smugly. 'That setting takes one
full minute to rotate your luscious body in a complete circle.' The speed of
the wheel picked up noticeably, 'How about we try the thirty second setting...
two revolutions per minute.' As my body revolved the ropes dug into me in a
host of different ways as I was pushed and pulled against them. The quicker
speed was actually more enjoyable than the crawling one minute setting. This
way my head was only upside down for a few seconds before it was coming up again
which was the most uncomfortable part of the experience. 'Now the fifteen
second setting.' The world was spinning around so quickly that I had to shut my
eyes or risk getting vertigo. My limbs felt like they were being pulled from my
body, despite my mind knowing that I was bound securely to my revolving prison.
'I can increase the speed all the way to eight revolutions per minute', Greg
said loudly so I could hear him over the whine of the machinery and the sounds
of the wind in my ears. Oh, Lord, I can barely stand it on four, I thought
crazily as the world continued to spin. 'But, personally I prefer this twice a
minute setting.' My body began to feel like itself again as the wheel slowed.
I nodded my head on the upward side of the cycle to show him my agreement.
'Oh, not, because it is more comfortable for you darling', he said with the rye
chuckle of his that always put me on my guard. Every time he used that tone he
always had something in mind that was something that I may end up loving, but
for the first time it usually became something that merely must endure.
Crack. I flinched, straining muscles yet not moving within the immobilizing
restraints, as the first stroke from the whip landed. I smiled behind my gag as
I breathed in the pain... and excitement. He was using a particularly nasty
whip. Despite my blindfold I knew exactly what whip it was just by the feel.
The knots on the end of the multiple strands of braided leather caused a
particular stinging sensation that none of our other toys matched.
Nasty, yet tempered by the heavy velvet the crack was more like a caress as it
slid once again between my legs. Rhythmically the whip worked its way down the
inside of my thighs and than back upwards to stay and play with my aching sex.
My hands clenched and unclenched at the fire within me built. The whip became
my Masters hands and with each crack I came one step closer to orgasm. I moaned
in contentment as my world spun about me.
Abruptly, the whipping stopped and I was left on the edge of cumming. I
screamed into my gag in complaint and writhed as much as my bonds would let me.
So close, so very close and he just had to stop. Unconsciously, I wept loudly
in frustration.
'Ask me to let you cum baby', Greg's voice sounded sedately in my fevered ears.
I was nearly panting like a do as I cried desperately into my gag, 'eease et 'e
'um 'astr. EEEAAAASE!'
'Tell me that you are going to be a good girl', he ordered as my hair swept
along the floor.
'I 'omise I'll 'e 'oood. 'omise 'aster', I responded earnestly praying that my
pleas would be enough.
'Good girl baby', he said softly and than the whip cracked against my chest.
Oh, God, it was like fire spreading through me. Some of the strands hit against
the clamps that had pinched my nipples making there tips so tender that even the
least touch would send me into a frenzy. I howled in surprise and pain, but as
that second stroke landed it ceased to matter as my orgasm crested. Wave after
wave of pleasure poured through me drowning out any discomfort that I may have
been feeling for what seemed like minutes, but was probably only seconds.
My body stiffened as the orgasm ebbed and I felt totally wasted from the
incredibly strong orgasm that had just racked my body. I was ready to stop. I
was really ready for a nap, like a sated cat sitting on a sunny window sill.
Master though had other ideas for me. The lash moved between my legs again. A
few heavy strokes stung my clit dragging me back out of my sex induced fugue
state. The pace of the whips cracks against my helpless flesh sped up and with
it so did my pulse rate. Oh, yes, my body cried out to me as it responded to
the stinging stimuli. Yes, please give me more. Yes, caress me with the pain
that my crazily hard-wired mind turns into pleasure. Yes, keep me your helpless
slave forever as long as you do this to me!
The second and third orgasms leapt thru my body nearly in tandem. Every muscle
strained to react, but no reaction was possible. My chest heaved as my breath
howled through my nose. I whined in excitement through my gag as the wonderful
feelings passed through me. Oh, God, it felt so excellent that it pushed all
other thoughts from my head.
Slowly my breathing returned to normal and I realized that my world had stopped
spinning. I was hanging upside with my hair hanging loosely against the floor.
Two pillows plopped down on either side of my head. I was startled by this at
first, but soon a smile crossed my lips as Greg's long lean legs descended to
kneel upon them. My smile widened as I saw the tip of his hardened rod swinging
from side to side right in front of my eyes as he worked feverishly on my gag.
As it slipped from my mouth he didn't even give me time to stretch my jaw before
he pushed his way between my hungry lips.
His member hit the back of my throat as easily as if I was the one on my knees
and a part of my mind wondered just how long he had calculated what the perfect
height of my head needed to be to take me orally upside down! I almost sneezed
as his bristly pubic hair brushed against my nose at the end of each of his deep
throat plunges. Fighting it off I sucked and licked him as best that I could,
putting all of my being into showing him how happy he had just made me. I
wanted nothing more than to give him back the glorious pleasure that he had just
given me and if letting him fuck my mouth was the price than it was one that I
would gladly pay.
My lips splayed wider and wider as his rod grew hard and longer in my mouth.
Each stoke, pressed his head further and further down my throat but the slight
inclined angle made this easier than normal. Also, since I had blown him at
least once a day for the entire time that we had been together I was much more
used to this than when I started, so now even this did not trigger my gag
reflex. I had come (all puns intended) a long way from those days and now it
was more a matter of sensing the right techniques that would send him over the
top.
On his outward stroke I clamped down on his penis head with my lips, holding him
there and slowing his next thrust. Teasing the tip of his head with my tongue I
licked and sucked upon it until his weight pushed passed my temporary road
block. I continued to suck his cock even as he dove down the depths of my
throat as I knew the sight of my collapsed cheeks always excited him to no end!
He certainly felt excited as his cock began its pre-cum sprinkles and his pace
speed up even faster.
I gave up trying to do anything but suck and breathe. Suck and breathe, as that
is all that I had time to do. My Master was taking me as he was wont to do,
helplessly and loving it. My own excitement trilled through me and into his
member fueling him to even greater efforts. A huge gob of goo splattered
against the back of my throat as he came. I had heard that it was possible to
drink a glass of water upside down and now I knew that it was possible as his
seed slurped down my throat and into my stomach. ]
Slowly my breathing began to return to normal and I realized that my world had
stopped rotating. My feet were once again on the ground and I could feel Greg's
hands near my chest. I howled again in pain as the first clamp came off my
nipple. As the blood flowed back into the tortured tip of my tit I squirmed
helplessly against the pain. The second flowed shortly and I swore loudly into
my gag. They were great while they were on, but a total bitch when they came
off! As the pain finally receded, my body sagged exhaustedly against the
restraining ropes.
A soft click sounded in my ears and all of a sudden I felt myself falling. Greg
grabbed me and held me tight as he finished the work that the weight of my body
had begun of removing the nylon strands that the wall had released. Resting
against his body I felt total contentment.
'I love you', I whispered in his ear.
'Eh?' he replied softly.
'I love you Master', I repeated more firmly.
'I know baby. I know', he replied softly.
Picking me up in his arms he carried me from our newly christened dungeon and
laid me upon our unmade bed. He lay down next to me and pulled my spent form
into him in a spoon like cuddle. I purred in delight as one hand cupped itself
around my sexually sensitized breast. Then the words that I longed to hear came
from his lips and nothing else in the entire world matter. 'You pleased me
greatly today baby and for that, if nothing else, I love you.'
