Order An Intruder Part 31

After about five minutes, the ache in Davinia’s ankles had grown to the point where she was biting down on her gag in an effort to distract herself from the suffering. I can’t even shift my position to gain any relief, as the weight of my entire body is pressing down and the bamboo immobilises me. Also, if I tried, the most likely result is that I would fall onto my back which would be very painful at best. I just hope that Mistress Heaton comes back and frees my from this predicament. The captive tried to move her arms and legs slightly, even with the risk involved, but she discovered that she was tied fast, which meant there was no release from the tension of her situation.

Even the muscles in her arms were becoming uncomfortable, and the poor girl whimpered constantly as the cruelty of her mistress continued even though the lady herself was absent. How long will it be before an arm or a leg cramps up from this and I will be stuck here, screaming in agony. OMG, Mistress Heaton doesn’t want that to happen to me? It would be horrendous to cause me to experience that and I think that such a result would damage the situation between us.

As the minutes went on, Davinia became certain that this was the fate that was going to happen to her and her Mistress would only return when she screamed. “Pleph pleph!” She cried out audibly as she panicked in her prison of bamboo. The suffering caused her to bite harder on the bamboo gag and she was worried that if it became any worse then she would break a tooth which would be agony on its own. “NOPH!” She shouted at the top of her voice, hoping that someone would hear her and come to her aid.

Then the door opened and Patricia strode in. “You have been a very noisy and bad girl and you will have to be punished for it!” She walked over to where the riding crop was, picked it up, and then positioned herself behind and to the right of her captive. “I think that six of the best should make you behave.”

Davinia shook her head wildly at the comment of her captor. Please Mistress, don’t do this to me! Can’t you see that I’m suffering enough from the bondage you have placed me in? This as all to no avail as her next action was to scream through her gag as the crop bit into her unprotected cheeks, creating a stinging fire that added to the misery of her aches. Then she sighed as the gentle touch of Patricia’s hand provided a soothing caress at the painful spot. That’s kind, but it won’t make the next blow any less painful. It may make it worse.

She cried out again as the felt the pain in her cheeks as she was struck again by the crop. The smoothing on her bottom elicited a sigh of pleasure from her, and she realised that the punishment was feeding the desire in her mound. Mistress is making me aroused again! I hope that she doesn’t make me suffer from denial, but unfortunately she loves to use this to inflict further suffering onto my helpless body. “MMMMGGGGGGGMMM” The third stroke landed, which was harder than the previous two, and Davinia bit hard on her gag as the pain shot through her bottom. She shook her head again as she was frightened that the next three blows would be too much to take. The soothing after the blow felt wonderful though, and there was also a stroke of her intimacy which increased her feeling of need.

The fourth stroke was no harder than the third, which was no consolation as the captive cried out from the increasing burning of her derriere, which was causing a confusing mixture of pain and pleasure as she was again caressed by Patricia. The majority of the strokes were along and in the valley of her intimacy and Davinia was wondering if her desire was very soon going to explode within her. The fifth blow landed, and the ensuing touch was nearly all along her valley, which caused the girl to moan constantly.

The final blow landed harder than the ones before it, but Davinia couldn’t tell the difference between the pain and pleasure anymore, and a moment later she screamed out loud as the caresses caused the desired effect of creating an eruption of joy within her very being. For a moment, all of the aches and pains were washed away by the pure pleasure of orgasm, and the actions of her Mistress removing the bamboo from her body were only dimly noticed...

“You can’t lie there all day slave, you have a duty to perform.” Patricia’s voice raised Davinia out of her reverie and back to full awareness, and she noticed that she was lying in her back on the floor with her arms and legs frogtied, and her elbows were still bound together behind her back.

Davinia looked up at her mistress, who was standing before her. I wonder what you want me to do for you, Mistress Heaton? The woman took her captive and helped put her into a kneeling position in front of the couch. It would seem that after my moment of ecstasy, you want me to provide you with pleasure.

“I am going to change your gag, slave, so you must remain quiet as this is done.” Patricia walked behind the kneeling girl and untied the rope that held the bamboo tube in her mouth. As the gag was removed, drool came out of Davinia’s mouth and dripped onto her breasts, causing a slight irritation that the girl was unable to remove. Mistress will no doubt leave me like this as she knows that it annoys me.  The woman picked up a pair of chopsticks with rubber bands wrapped around each end and turned back to her captive and commanded “Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out as far as it will go.” Davinia followed her instructions and her tongue was pressed between the two chopsticks. I am being prepared for the pleasure of my mistress. I will guess that you will put a sleep mask over my eyes next.

Just as the girl had predicted, the woman walked over to the side and picked up one of the sleep masks which was promptly placed over the helpless lady’s eyes. As she knelt in darkness, she could hear the gentle rustling of clothing as her mistress disrobed. In a minute, I will be expected to lean forward and ply my tongue for the entertainment of Mistress Heaton. A moment later, the girl heard movement in front of her which she presumed was her mistress getting into position, and then hands gently took hold of her head and caused her to lean forward until she could feel the tip of her tongue press against moist flesh.

“Start your work slave, and provide me with ecstasy.” Davinia leant a little further forward, so that she felt the folds of Patricia’s valley. I don’t want to be too fast with doing this, as I’ll probably end up with another torment from you. It would be best to take my time so as to delay what you have planned for me next. She started with very slow and gentle caresses of the top of Patricia’s folds with the tip of her tongue, and she tried to make sure that she included every peak that she could find. Next, she carefully licked the valleys, so that she could tantalise the woman that she was pleasuring.

As she pushed slightly harder into the folds with her tongue, Davinia could hear Patricia starting to moan with pleasure at the touches which were arousing her being. This is going to take a little while, so don’t think that your release is a few moments away. The captive’s tongue again glided along the peaks of the woman’s petals and the bound lady could feel the soft writhing of her mistress’s legs as they brushed against her head. Davinia increased the speed of the strokes with her tongue which was followed by a louder moaning from the woman who was slowly being taken to the peak of pleasure.

The strokes slowed as the captive teased her mistress by softening her touch. You don’t interrupt when I perform this duty, so it’s the only way I can torment you.  Her tongue pressed stronger and deeper into the folds as the caresses increased in speed, taking the woman closer to orgasm. The increases continued and her mistress writhed and moaned as she was on the very edge of her release.

Then Davinia stopped and Patricia cried out in frustration as she was left in denial. Let’s see how you like it when I stop. You will find some reason to ‘punish’ me, so I might as well provide you with one. The moans of her mistress were louder still as her legs brushed against her captive. Then, after a minute, the strokes started up again, slowly, gently and methodically caressing the woman’s most intimate location.

Soon, the girl concentrated her attention of the ‘stem’ of Patricia’s flower, and the moans became louder still as she was again taken to the edge of her need. Then the touches stopped again, and the sounds of frustration coming from her mistress made the submissive lady smile. I had better not deny you again, though, as you may plan a very mean revenge for me. After a short hiatus, the captive put her tongue to work, moving through every crevice and gliding over every peak until Patricia was once again crying out for relief.

Davinia then concentrated all her efforts on her mistress’s stem, and moments later she heard the loud scream of a woman in the throes of orgasm. Her tongue continued to provide more pleasure in an effort to prolong her mistress’s feeling of ecstasy, so that hopefully the girl would not suffer too much. She then heard the sound of someone slumping and she knew that she would have to wait in a kneeling position until Patricia’s bliss was over...

Soon, she heard sounds of movement in front of her and then rising off the settee. “You do realise that such behaviour will have to be paid for, but I will delay punishment of that for the moment.” Davinia shivered as she understood that her mistress was going to think carefully about her act of retaliation, and it was likely to be extremely tormenting. She listened to the sounds of clothes being put over a body, and a minute after that finished, her sleep mask was removed and put on the side.

“I think that you limbs need to be placed into a new position of bondage, as you have been like this for a while now, my sweet slut. Do not make any actions of resistance as you will suffer for it.” As if I won’t suffer anyway after I am bound again, even if I am completely well behaved. I know that you gain pleasure from watching my suffering, so I am sure that further torment is in store for me. Maybe I should put up a struggle this time, as the desperate captive who’s trying to escape. She could feel the untying of the ropes that bound her elbows together, and she waited as Patricia continued.

The rope that held her left wrist against her left shoulder was removed, and she let her arm fall to her side as if it was limp. Then she felt the unwinding of the rope that forced her right arm into a frogtie position, and soon both of her arms were free. Immediately, she brought both hands together, interlocked her fingers, put her hands between her thighs and then clamped her legs together tight. You can call Eva to help you, but I would guess that you would want to subdue me on your own. I just want to make it as awkward as possible for you.

“So, you have decided to be defiant for once, my slave. There is no escape though, and you will be helplessly bound again.” Davinia was lowered onto her right side and she brought her legs up to her chest so that she could cover her arms. This will make it even harder for you, and I don’t think that you can easily pull my legs away from my body. Patricia knelt by her captive and said “That is not going to stop me, my slut. You have one basic weakness in that your legs are still frogtied, which means that the soles of your feet are easily available to me.” No! You wouldn’t dare! Nononononononono! Davinia screamed as the soles of her feet were mercilessly tickled and her legs flailed uncontrollably in an effort to escape the torment of Patricia’s fingers.

Then the upper part of the girl’s legs went out straight, and she was immediately rolled onto her front, with the woman now sitting on her body, facing the girl’s head.I’m stuck face down on the floor, and I didn’t expect Mistress Heaton to get the better of me so quickly. There is no chance of me moving from this position, but with my hands locked together, she can’t simply pull my arms out from under me. Pleasepleaseplease! The captive screamed through her gag as her right armpit and side was tickled by the woman. At the moment the tickling stopped, the woman took hold of the girl’s elbow and then pulled her lower arm and hand free from under her body.

Davinia tried with all of her might to pull her arm free, but Patricia’s grip was firm. “You might as well surrender, my rebellious wench, because a lot of the hard work is done.” She felt the wrapping of several loops of a long piece of rope around her right wrist, and then the tightness that indicated that a knot had been tied. Patricia moved up the girl’s body and the captive felt the other end of the rope being looped and tied around her left ankle. “That will keep your right arm in place, while I retrieve the left.”

I’m not giving up, so you will have to pull my left arm out. The girl smiled as Patricia failed to remove her arm from under her, but the smile turned to a scream as she was again mercilessly tickled on the left side. She offered no resistance as her left arm was pulled away from under her body, and rope was then tied around her left wrist. The other end of the rope was bound to her right ankle and Davinia knew that she was helplessly bound by her mistress.

It’s not exactly a good tie though, as I could use my hands to get myself free from these bonds, so I’m not secure. The girl watched as Patricia stood up and picked up a length of 3 inch (8cm) diameter bamboo tubing that was about a foot wider than the girl’s body, and it was slipped between the girl’s arms at the elbow, and her body. What is Mistress Heaton going to do with this tube? Are you planning on tying it to my body and then to my legs? She felt something at her left elbow and she understood that her mistress was tying her elbow to the bamboo on the left side of her body. Will you keep my hands behind my back or tie them to the tube as well?

Patricia took another length of rope and proceeded to bind Davinia’s right elbow to the bamboo tube, immobilising it.  “This will minimise the movement of your arms, so struggling will be futile.” I’d better not try, as I will just get tickled again. The ends of the ropes that were bound to her ankles from her wrists were undone, and she was placed into a kneeling position, before her lower arms were placed into a horizontal position against her body. The two ropes that had an end bound to her wrists were then pulled together and knotted tightly at the front of her body so they bit into her flesh. She winced as they were tied, but then realised in shock that Patricia was taking the ropes between her legs. They were taken up to the pole, looped over the top and pulled very tight before being tied of.

Patricia then pulled hard on the rope, making her captive yelp through her gag as the ropes rubbed and bit roughly into her valley. “You deserve a rough tie like this after your struggle, so don’t think for a moment that I will loosen this for you.” The captive was then placed in a sitting position, and the ropes around her ankles and thighs were removed before her ankles were placed in a crossed position in front of her, with her right foot in front of her left. Rope was wrapped around her ankles, over her front of her right shin, and the back of her left ankle several times, and then it was firmly knotted under her legs, out of reach of any enquiring fingers.

Another piece of rope was tied to Davinia’s ankles, looped around her neck, back around her ankles, around her neck again, and back down and around her ankles. Patricia then slowly pulled on the rope, pulling Davinia’s head and neck inexorably down to her ankles, until she was as bent over as far as she could possible go. The woman then tied off the end of the rope, fixing the captive into a very strained position.

This is uncomfortable, but bearable. It really doesn’t seem to be much of a punishment, so maybe Mistress Heaton has relented. OMG! What are you doing! Davinia was shocked as Patricia took hold of her ankles and the immobilised captive found herself tipped onto her back like a helpless tortoise! “Did you really think that being bound like this was the extent of you punishment for defying me by putting up a struggle? You are going to wish that you were fully compliant!” The woman walked over and picked up the riding crop before walking in front of her helpless struggling captive.

Please no! Mistress Heaton, I wasn’t that bad. “There will be no smoothing for you, my bad slave, this is a punishment. If I were you I would try and prepare myself for what is to happen.” The woman raised her right hand which held the riding crop.

Davinia screamed as the vengeful blow struck her cheeks!

Order An Intruder Part 30

Davinia watched curiously as Patricia picked up the coin, put it on the side, and then moved the cross so that one of the narrow sides pointed towards the couch. I wonder why Mistress Heaton has done that? Patricia then dragged Davinia on her back until she was parallel to the cross, with her head closest to the couch, and the cross was to her right. The captive girl was rolled onto her front, which put her above the cross, and she was then placed onto a position on her knees and with her upper body supported by her elbows.

It’s obvious that Mistress is going to use the cross in some way, but how? Her thoughts were very quickly answered as her elbows were pulled sideways slightly by her captor, so that they touched the cross. A moment later, her knees were pulled apart in the same manner, so that that all four limb joints touched the crossed poles. So that’s what you are going to do. It explains why you didn’t untie these poles. Patricia picked up a length of rope, knelt by Davinia’s right and started to wrap the rope around the captive’s elbow and the pole. After six wraps were made, the woman looped the rope between the elbow and the pole three times before pulling the cinch firmly and tying a secure knot.

Moving to the captive’s front left side, Patricia used a second piece of rope and secured the left elbow to the pole on that side with the same tied. Two more pieces of rope were then used to bind the girl’s left and right knees to the poles. “There we are, my slave, now see if you can move from there.” Davinia tried to pull herself free of the poles, but the rope held fast and she was at a disadvantage with the way that her wrists and ankles were bound. I can’t move an inch like this with my elbows and knees bound to the cross. Mistress Heaton has really thought this out, and my crossed wrists and ankles prevent me from moving.

Patricia walked over to the side, picked the coin up, walked over to the front of her captive and squatted. She showed the heads side of the coin to the helpless girl and slowly turned it over to reveal another head! Davinia protested at her captor, which probably wasn’t the best thing to do, given her circumstances.You fooled me! You used a double headed coin to make sure that you would be able to torment me! That’s why you looked so certain. That was a really mean trick to play on me!

“Did you think that I would make a bet without being sure that I would win it? You must be a very naive girl if you actually thought that.” Davinia blushed as she heard this. “Personally though, your behaviour warrants a punishment.” Davinia watched as her captor walked out of the living room. I wonder what she will do to me? The girl then struggled furiously when her captor walked in and she saw what was in her right hand. A bamboo cane! Mistress Heaton is going to use a bamboo cane on me, and I cannot move! She begged and pleaded, but her Mistress was unmoved. “I should think that six of the best should be enough.”

Patricia walked around to behind her captive on her left side, and raised her right hand. “Prepare yourself, my helpless whore, as this may sting a little.” Then her hand came down rapidly...

“MMMMMGGGGGMMMM!” Screamed Davinia as the pain shot through her bottom. Mistress Heaton is not fooling around this time! That really hurt me! The girl shook her head and begged again as she saw the woman raise her hand for a second time. “AARRRRMMM” was the second cry as the captives bottom was whipped by the cane. I think that hurt even more than the first one!

“You have a few lovely marks on your bottom now, my slave. The third mark will be along in a moment.” Patricia’s hand rose and fell, and the poor girl let out another scream as her bottom felt the full force of the cane. Davinia pulled and fought against her bonds with all of her might, but she felt as though she might as well try to break steel chains. “Just three more strikes to go.” Patricia said as she smoothed the helpless girl’s bottom. That does feel good, but I suspect that you are only doing this so that the next three blows will sting even more.

The fourth blow landed and the girl screamed through her bamboo bit gag. At least there are only two more blows to go, but it seems to get worse each time. Davinia started to whimper in the hope of eliciting mercy from her mistress, but this was halted by another cry as the cane landed on her cheeks from the fifth blow. “Just one more to go and then your punishment will be over, slave.”  Davinia bit as hard a possible onto her gag and gave out a loud cry as she received the sixth blow from the cane. At least this is over and I may not have to suffer for a while.

Patricia put the cane to one side, knelt down behind the captive and gently smoothed her painful posterior. “You have such wonderful marks and they really stand out from your flesh.” Davinia replied by sighing as she felt the relief of the caress. This feels so good after the punishment that you inflicted on me, but I am wondering what you are going to do to me. The girl sighed again as she felt the hands of her mistress glide gently up and down her back, giving her a gentle massage. I hope that you are going to pleasure me now, Mistress.

After a few minutes, the girl experienced kisses on her back as her Mistress’s hands went underneath her, and fingertips gently went over the mounds of her breasts, causing the captive to moan through her gag. “You like my caresses, don’t you slave?” Patricia asked as she continued to caress her captive’s breasts and kiss her back, and the girl nodded in response. As the fingers circled her areola, Davinia sighed, but she couldn’t press herself against her captor’s hands as the poles held her arms and legs in a solid position.

Davinia gasped as her erect nipples were held in the thumbs and forefingers of her captor, and her body was gently teased as her nipples were gently twisted and pulled. This is wonderful, Mistress, and you are stoking her fire of my lust again. OMG! Davinia’s thighs convulsed as Patricia’s right hand gave the gentlest of caresses to her hill of joy, and she mitted a moan of pure pleasure. The caresses were slow and gentle at first, but as time went on, they became faster and more intense, driving Davinia to distraction as the flame of her desire grew in her valley of love.

The captive shuddered and cried out as her valley was caressed by her captive and she knew that every gentle stroke took her one step closer to another peak of fulfilment. At this point, her body shuddered as every second was one of desire.

Then, just as the girl was right on the edge, the caresses stopped. “Noph, pleph noph!” Davinia cried as her pleasure was denied to her.

“Be quiet slut, unless you want to be like this until tomorrow morning.” Patricia went around to her captive’s front and untied her wrists before picking up a second piece of rope. What is your plan, Mistress? My body is crying out for release and you are untying me? Placing the palm of Davinia’s right hand against her right shoulder, Patricia wrapped one of the lengths of rope around the top of the girl’s upper arm and her wrist, cinched it and then tied a knot out of reach of her fingers. The captive’s left palm was placed against her left shoulder, and her left arm was wrapped and secured in the same manner as the right.

You’ve frogtied my arms, Mistress, so I can’t even use my forearms to help with supporting me. How long will it be before you tie my legs in the same way. Davinia watched as Patricia picked up another length of rope and went around to behind the helpless girl, and then she felt her ankles were being untied. Her left heel was taken up to her bottom, rope was looped around her left thigh and ankle several times, and then it was cinched and tied securely. Her right leg was lifted up to the same position and then it was wrapped, cinched and tied.

“There we are, you look much prettier that way.” Davinia moaned as her Mistress gave her flower another caress, just to remind her just how close she was to the edge and the poor girl whimpered. “You sound just like a bitch in heat right now, my little whore. If you whimper a little more, maybe I will allow you a release.” She wants me to whimper, which is not going to be a problem with the way that I feel right now. The girl continued to make whimpering noises as her captor stroked the petals of her flower.

Then touches stopped and Davinia whimpered even more in the denial of her lust. Patricia got up, picked up the sleep mask and put it over Davinia’s eyes. “I’m will get something and be right back.” She said as the girl heard her exiting the room. The poor captive knelt alone on the floor in her restrictive bondage for a minute and then she heard the woman enter the room again. She pleaded with the woman for her release, which caused Patricia to say “You are going to get it, you really are.” What do you mean Mistress Heaton, because that almost sounds like a threat? Why are you going behind me again? Davinia heard movement behind her. What have you got planned for me, as it sounds as if you are kneeling- NO!

Davinia gasped in shock as the smooth plastic gently sheathed itself deep into the petals of her flower!  It’s that device that you used on me when I was bent over the table! As the faux phallus gently slid and out of her, Davinia realised what her Mistress had planned. OMG! That’s it, that’s why you called me a ‘bitch in heat’! You’ve turned me into a dog and you’re taking me that way! Davinia moaned as the thrusts increased in their speed and intensity. This is so embarrassing, but I daren’t protest. If I do, you will just stop and leave me to suffer in my desire, so I have no choice but to endure this humiliation.

“See, my slut, this is how bitches in heat should be taken.” Patricia said as she increased the thrusts lightly, eliciting whimpers and moans from the suffering girl. There is no way that I can speed this up as I am tied to the ground. Davinia received another shock as her breasts were suddenly groped by Patricia. You are making this as humiliating as possible for me Mistress, mixing suffering with pleasure again. OW! The girl cried out as her nipples were taken between thumb and fore finger, and then pinched cruelly. You even have to make me suffer with that.

Davinia moaned even more as the thrusts became faster still, and cried out as her mistress took hold of her hair and cruelly pulled her head back. “Now my little bitch, go ‘woof’ otherwise I’ll do this for hours. I want to hear you bark.” But Mistress, you can’t mean that! OW! “Bark! You’re my little dog, and I want to hear you bark!” OMG! I have no choice in the matter! I must bark or you make me suffer even more!

“Woooph!” Said Davinia, completely embarrassed by what she had to do. “Wooph!” She again cried out through her gag and she felt her hair being released. The next thing she knew, her head was being patted and she was told that ‘She was a good dog’ You just love to play with my mind, Mistress. Patricia increased the speed and intensity of her thrusts, and Davinia found herself on the edge of her desire’s need. If I don’t play along, Mistress might slowly down and torment me further. “Wooph! Wooph!” Davinia said through her gag and her body trembled as the trusts increased even more.

That’s it! That’s IT-!I Davinia’s body shook and she let out a loud cry as she was engulfed by her orgasm. She could still feel her Mistress thrusting into her as the experience of joy consumed her essence. Soon, the plastic item was withdrawn from her, but the girl knew that she could not relax as she was still on her elbows and knees, and she then protested as her head was patted several times, with Patricia saying “That’s a good girl! You finally behaved and were obedient, so I will cut you free from the poles.” There was movement, cutting and the rope was gently pulled away at her right elbow, then her left, and then the same thing happened at her left and right knees.

“You should be able to move, my little doggy. Just go a few feet to the right and there will be a clear spot for you to rest. I will help guide you, so that you will not bump into anything.” Davinia felt hands on her guiding her to the area, and she moved slowly as she had never walked on her knees and elbows. She soon got used to it though, and a few minutes later she was in a clear spot. “You just rest on the floor for a while, my sweet pet, as it’ll be a little while before I need you again.” Davinia lowered herself to the floor and tried to get as comfortable as possible, given the restrictions imposed on her by her restraints, but she soon managed to doze off...

“MMMGGGMM!” Davinia cried as she was brought to full wakefulness by a blow to her behind.

“Time for my little doggy to wake up from her nap.” Patricia said, giving her captive another spank on the bottom. Davinia thought about protesting, but she knew that this would only bring her a bad punishment. I know that you have something new planned for me, Mistress, so I had better follow your orders. “Now, doggy, I want you to go into a kneeling position on the floor. Come on girl, I’m sure that you can do it!” The girl struggled to get out of her lying position and placed herself on her right side, and then she brought her knees up to her chin. This will probably be the easiest way to end up kneeling. She worked on pushing against the ground with her right elbow, and after a few failed attempts, managed to get up onto her knees. This was followed by a pat on the head which was accompanied by a “good girl!”

There we go, I’m still being treated like a dog. I just hope that she doesn’t make me eat dog biscuits. “Okay, if you can just pull your arms back as far as they will go.” Patricia said from behind the girl. Davinia followed this instruction and felt a single strand of rope taken around her right elbow, which was then knotted firmly. Next, another length was taken gently around her left elbow which was also tied off, and the girl’s arms were pulled back even further. Then she felt something happen at her spine, and she knew that the two pieces were tied together. I have no way of pulling my arms forward, as the ropes have made them immobilised, and I can only move my legs.

“Splay your ankles apart, doggy, as far as they will go.”. Davinia moved her legs as much as she could and with a little help from her captor, her knees were as wide as they could be.  You must have something new planned for me, Mistress, and this is part of it. She heard something being moved and then something touched her right and left collar bones. It could be that bamboo cross again, I guess that you have been busy while I was asleep. It was then that her right leg was brought up off the floor and her foot was positioned so that she was squatting on her right foot, and she felt a bamboo pole press against the inside of her right leg. Next, she felt the all too familiar sensation of the wrapping of rope around her leg, and she noticed that the rope went around the pole as well. The rope was cinched with several loops between her frogtied leg and the pole, and then tied off.

“Lean forward, my little pet.” Davinia did so and noticed that her neck gently came to rest against some rope. This must be where the poles are crossed, and I think that you have retied this so that the cross point is higher. My centre of gravity is now forward so I will not fall over like this. Patricia took hold of the girl’s left leg and placed it in a squatting position. Her left knee was moved slightly to the right until it came into contact with the other pole, and it was secured in the same manner.

My feet and ankles are already getting a little strained as a result of being placed like this, but at least I will be able to fall back. NO! Davinia felt a pole press against the back of her neck, and the sound indicated that it was being tied into position. OMG! You’ve immobilised me! I’m stuck again and I cannot lift my head back! I’m already drooling, and it is going to flow out of my mouth like a river! The mask was removed and Davinia saw how the three bamboo poles locked her neck in a small triangle and the poles prevented her from movement.

“I’m going upstairs for a rest, my pretty pet. I think that I’ll be back down in an hour, and I’m sure that you can entertain yourself in the meantime.” Patricia said with an evil look on her face. Mistress, please no! I’ll do anything that you want, anything! Just don’t leave me like this! “Look at yourself, drooling like a hungry animal. I will have to punish you for that when I return.”

“Pleph! Noph!” Davinia cried as Patricia left the room. You can’t leave me like this! The poor captive whimpered as she knew that the discomfort that she was feeling was only going to get worse...

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Davinia watched as her toes were untied from her knee ropes which permitted her to move her feet again. The ropes around her ankles were removed, which were then followed by her knee bonds, and she stretched out her legs so that she could get into a relaxed position. That was a good tie, but it was very restrictive and I couldn’t move at all. I’m glad for the chance to have my legs straight for a little while.

Patricia went behind her captive and proceeded to unbind the two poles that were used to secure the legs of the girl, untying them from Davinia’s arm pole. “This next position will be tougher, so get all the rest that you can.” She then lifted up the poles of the girl and laid them on the ground in a narrow X pattern, with the ends about three feet apart from each other. A length of rope was then used to lash the two poles vertically and horizontally at the cross point, tying them together. That is going to be used on me in some way, though I cannot see how at the moment.

Patricia picked up two lengths of rope, went around to Davinia’s front and then placed her legs together. This is not going to be a surprise though. One of the pieces was wrapped around the captive’s ankles, before it was cinched and knotted off securely, and the other was used to bind her legs together just below the knees. That looks pretty standard, so It don’t think that the cross is for there.

“I am going to lift you up slave, and when I put you back down, I want you to be kneeling.” Patricia said as she went behind Davinia’s back. Davinia felt hands taking hold of her and lifting her up so that she was soon in a standing position, and she lifted her feet up and back so that she would end up kneeling. As she was lowered, Davinia ensured that her legs were in the right position and she ended up kneeling on the floor with her legs bound and the pole still forcing her arms out.

“EPPH!” As she struggled a little, Davinia lost her balance and she went over to her left, with the pole stopping her from falling any further. I had better be careful at the moment, because I can so easy tip over with myself bound like this. Patricia put the helpless captive back into an upright position, picked up two more pieces of rope and put the crossed poles against Davinia’s back with the narrow parts at the top and bottom.

“Kneel upright slave, and be sure that you are up as far as you go.” Patricia said as she positioned the cross. Davinia did as she was ordered, and her knees were nearly at a sixty degree angle. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to stay in this position, but I must hold it for as long as I am able to. As the captive looked to her left, she noticed that Patricia was tying one end of the cross at the point where her left elbow intersected it. The rope was pulled tight and cinched firmly into place, preventing the pole from moving up or down. So, the cross is there to anchor me into this kneeling position, and I am going to end up very strained as I will not be able to lower my body. At least I can provide a little support with my feet. Patricia paid attention to Davinia’s right arm and lashed the right upper side of the cross to the powerless girl’s right elbow. A third piece of rope was used to tie the cross to Davinia’s body at the waist.

This is an insane situation to be in, it’s almost like Mistress Heaton is crucifying me! Because I cannot lift myself up any more, the bottom ends of the cross press against the carpet and they will not move. I’m held rigidly in position again and this is going to be very uncomfortable at best.

“Do you like your new position, my slave?” Patricia asked as she sat on the couch. The captive shook her head at this. I don’t like it, my knees are aching a little already, and I wonder how much longer it will be before I really suffer from this. It is a clever little torment though Mistress, and it is extremely effective.

Davinia quickly discovered that she was unable to shift her position and therefore gain any kind of relief from this torment, as she attempted to squirm in her ropes. “That will not help you my slave, the cross at your back immobilises you and prevents any chance of shifting your body weight. You do look wonderfully helpless like that, with no chance of escape and soon you will be ready to do anything that I ask of you.” The girl shook her head at this. Please don’t Mistress! You can’t plan on using this to actually torture me and bend me to your will?!

Patricia chuckled at Davinia’s reaction and said “I just did that to show how truly helpless you are. I have no intention of torturing you, I just want to test your endurance in this bondage. Please note that I can make your situation even worse, as you will find out before long. In the meantime, however...” Leaning forward, Patricia reached out with her hands and grasped Davinia’s nipples between thumb and forefinger. Not again, I’ve not long had that done to me! the girl begged and pleaded to her mistress for mercy, hoping that there would be a response. “I’m feeling generous right now, so I’ll toss a coin to make the decision. I will toss a coin twice. If the result is anything but two heads, then you will just remain like this. Should the result be two heads though, then your torment will be doubled. Do you agree to this slave?”

Davinia nodded her head. There is only a one in four chance of major torment, versus three in four of nothing. I have nothing to lose with this. Patricia walked over to the side, opened her purse, removed a quarter, and then walked back to the front of her captive. “I will toss the coin and it will land at your knees so that you can see which side is upright. Are you ready for the first coin toss, my helpless whore?” Davinia nodded, awaiting the outcome. You only have a one in four chance of winning, Mistress Heaton, and it will be obvious that you cannot manipulate the coin.

The girl paid close attention as Patricia flipped the coin into the air, and the coin was tumbling as it dropped. It bounced slightly as it dropped, and the result was:

Heads! Davinia gasped as she saw the result. That means I have a one in two chance of a really bad torment, but I also have an equal chance of no torment whatsoever. “I will make you an offer.” Patricia said as she picked up the coin. “You can shake your head, forget about the coin toss and accept my standard torment, or you can nod your head and take your chances. It is up to you as to which path you take, slave.” Davinia nodded her head, hoping that fortune would favour her.

Again the coin was flipped and the captive girl watched as it rotated on its upward climb and downward fall. Please let it be tails! Again the coin bounced as it landed on the carpet as the result was:

Again, the result was heads! Davinia begged and pleaded with her captor at this but she was unmoved. “Your torment will now be twice as bad, my suffering slut. It is no good complaining, you chose this result and you will have to pay for it.” Patricia picked up a piece of rope and walked around to Davinia’s back. I don’t know how you are going to make this any worse for me, as I’m already being crucified on this structure. No! Please, not my feet! Davinia felt rope being wrapped around the bonds that tied her feet together, and the distress on her knees increased tenfold as her feet were pulled off the ground. No, please no, I need my feet on the ground! Please Mistress, stop this torment!

A few moments later, Davinia’s feet were still off the ground as Patricia sat down on the couch. “I’ve tied the other end of that rope at the point where the two poles cross, so that only your knees are touching the ground. I suspect that you won’t last too long like this, so I had better get started.”

“Noph! Pleph!” Davinia screamed as she drooled from her gag, but there was to be no mercy. She screamed as Patricia’s fingernails drove their way into her nipples, adding pain to the already continuing distress that was inflicted on her body. Soon, the pinches spread to the mounds of the poor girl’s breasts, and her knees felt like they were going to collapse due to the weight of her body pressing on them. After a few minutes, the pinching stopped. “It really was unwise to take up that bet, and you are going to suffer even more as a result of it.”

Patricia lifted up her right foot and gently placed the right heel on her captive’s mound of Venus. Again the helpless girl shook her head and pleaded, but like before this did not alter anything. “MMMMMGGG!” Davinia cried as the tip of the heel dug into her, causing humiliation along with the pain. A moment later, the heel gently moved up and down, which sent shivers of excitement through the bound girl’s body. That is even worse, tormenting me and pleasuring me at the same time. This continued for some time, as the pleasure and pain increased in Davinia’s body.

By this time, the suffering captive was whimpering and moaning at her treatment so Patricia stopped the caresses with her heel and said “I have a very special torment for you and I can only do it because your ankles are bound, so you really shouldn’t have taken that bet.” Patricia went behind Davinia, lifted her up, and then turned her ninety degrees to the left with nothing in front of her. “I am going to enjoy the next item immensely, but you may not think so.” the captor said as she walked to the front of her captive and faced her.

What are you planning to do to me, Mistress? It cannot be worse than the discomfort that I am feeling at present. But Davinia was to be proved wrong as Patricia took a firm grim of the top ends of the cross. “MMMMMMMM!” cried the captive as she realised with horror what was planned for her and she begged and pleaded for it not to happen.

“It is time for the Pièce de résistance, so to speak.” Patricia said as she pulled the ends of the cross towards her. Davinia screamed as the bottom of the cross left the floor, and her knees took the full force of her mass. The scream became louder as she was pulled far enough forward so that if Patricia let go, the poor captive would fall forward, straight onto her chest and face. “If you are annoyed at me holding you like this, I can always let go.” Patricia said menacingly. “It is just a short trip to the ground.” The girl shook her head furiously at this. Don’t drop me! Please Mistress, hold on to the bars!

“I just don’t know how much I can hold on for.” Patricia said, letting her hands slip for just a moment, which elicited another scream from the bound captive. She lifted the tops of the cross up to nearly vertical before pretending to lose her grip again, and the girl screamed even louder. Davinia looked up at her captor’s face with the best begging expression which she could muster, hoping to stop any more suffering. This look instantly turned to fear as she found herself tipped forward again.

“That look on your face is incredible, slave, but I think that it is time for you to get a rest from all of this.” Patricia said as she gently put Davinia back into a stable, upright position. “I’m going to put you on your back for a few minutes so that your legs can recover, and then you will be bound in a new way.” The captor went behind Davinia, took hold of the poles and pulled the captive back until her knees were off the ground. Davinia pulled her knees up so that her feet would be clear of the floor and she was gently tipped backward until she was on her back. It’s still a little uncomfortable with the poles pressing against me, but compared to what I was feeling a few minutes ago, it’s wonderful.

The captive sighed, closed her eyes and relaxed as best as she could, given her present situation. I hope that my next bondage will be less of a torment than this one, it felt like my knees would break under that pressure. Even now, all I can do is move my legs at the hips. Even though Davinia was awkwardly placed, she slipped into a doze...

“MMMGMM!” Davinia screamed as fingernails raked across her soles, and she opened her eyes to see Patricia on Davinia’s right, using her right hand to hold onto Davinia’s feet by the ankle ropes, and using the left hand to tickle the defenceless girl.

“Wakey, wakey. I think that my slave has had enough rest for the moment, and it’s time to play some more.” Patricia said as she untied the rope that bound Davinia’s ankles to the cross, allowing her to straighten her legs out. At least you allowed me some rest, and I am thankful for that. “I am going to lit you onto your feet again, so do not give me any trouble.” Patricia said as she went behind Davinia, put her hands under Davinia’s arms and then lifted. The bound girl felt herself move up and put her feet under her body so as to provide greater stability, and she soon found herself standing upright.

“That’s good, now I’ll just remove the crossed bars from your arms.” Patricia said as she started to untie the rope binding Davinia’s right arm to the cross. A minute later, the rope on Davinia’s left arm was removed and she sighed with relief as the cross was put to one side. “The pole that is bound to your arms is being removed next, and any attempt to escape will be severely punished.” First, the string that tied the captive’s right and left thumbs to the pole was removed, which was then followed by the ropes binding her right left palms. The ropes holding her right and left elbows were unwound from her body and the pole, and the bonds that went around her shoulders and the bamboo was taken off her. This left only Davinia’s wrists which were still bound to the pole. I will finally be rid of this pole holding my arms out!

Soon, Patricia untied Davinia’s left and right wrists from the pole and she girl rubbed her arms as she was momentarily free. “Make sure that your arms are okay, because I am tying your wrists together in front of you in a minute.” After a few minutes, Patricia said. “Place your wrists in front of you, crossed, and with the palms away from you.” Davinia followed her captor’s instructions and placed her hands in the correct position. Patricia picked up a length of rope, wrapped it around Davinia’s crossed wrists, both horizontally and vertically, and then cinched the wraps before placing a secure knot out of reach of her fingers.

“It’s time for you to sit on the floor again, slave.” Patricia took hold of her captive under the arms, and lowered her to the floor, before starting to untie her legs. The ropes around Davinia’s knees were removed and then the ankle bonds were unwound. Davinia’s ankles were then placed into a crossed position, a piece of rope was used to lash her ankles together in the same way as her wrists, and the ends were then tied up securely.

My wrists and ankles are now bound in the same manner. I wonder what Mistress Heaton has in store for me...

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Patricia stood up and looked at her helpless captive on the couch. “I think that your boots need to be removed, slave. You have been a trooper, but your ankles may have gone numb by now. I trust that you will not put up any resistance?” Davinia nodded in reply. My ankles feel so strained with those boots on, it’s incredible that I managed to stay upright with them. I’m glad that they’re going to be removed. Patricia unlocked the cuffs around her ankles and below her knees, and then she methodically unlaced the boots, staring with the right one. When both boots were sufficiently loosed, Patricia removed the right boot and then the left one. Then the captor started to massage Davinia’s feet and ankles. “Be prepared to bite into your gag, my sweet slave. When then blood starts to flow properly again, it can hurt, hurt a lot.”

I don’t understand, Mistress Heaton, I can’t feel any pain at the moment, so why are you telling me this. OWWWW! Davinia writhed on the couch as pins and needles set into her feet with a vengeance. She was emitting muffled cries through her gag, and she had lost control of her legs. Patricia held onto Davinia’s right leg with her left arm and continued to massage it with her left hand, and then changed over to the poor girl’s left leg. This was continued until Davinia stopped struggling and finally relaxed on the couch. I thought that pain would never end, but at least it’s over for the time being. I hope that my feet don’t go back in these for the weekend. Davinia looked at the boots and developed a worried frown.

“Don’t worry slave, I won’t be putting them on you again. In fact, I need to remove that pretty chain which binds your beautiful body.” Patricia sat on the couch next to Davinia, removed the padlocks and then carefully unwrapped the chain. “There you are, in a few minutes I will take you upstairs for a break, and then we can continue with the fun.” Davinia rested comfortably on the settee, stretching her legs out so that she could enjoy the relative freedom of the moment. I know that all too soon, I will be inescapably bound in some new fashion. It’s already quarter past three, and I think that Mistress Heaton has a lot more bondage to put me into.

A few minutes later, Patricia lifted Davinia off the couch and said “It’s time for your break, slave.” The bound ‘maid’ walked in front of her captor, leaving the living room, going upstairs and entering the bathroom for her break. When that was over, the girl was taken back downstairs, made to stand in the middle of the living room and a sleeping mask was put over her eyes. I wonder what Mistress Heaton has planned for me now. She felt the elbow cuffs removed which were followed by the cuffs around her wrists, allowing Davinia’s arms to fall to her side.

“Put your arms up in the air, slave.” Davinia performed as her mistress and her dress was lifted up above her head and removed. “You can rest your arms.” Davinia did so, and she gasped as her panties were pulled down to her ankles, leaving her essentially naked. Her stockings were rolled down to her ankles, her feet were lifted one by one, and the last of her clothing was removed.

“Now, my slave, put your arms out to the side with your palms facing your front.” After she had done so, Davinia felt some loops of rope being tied very loosely around her right wrist. More rope was wrapped around her left wrist in the same manner. Are you planning on tying my wrists to my ankles Mistress, or is there another location on your list? Then something warm, round and long was pushed inside the ropes on Davinia’s right wrist, behind her hand. Moments later, she felt the same thing at her left hand. It was then that she noticed that something was pressing on her arms, all the way from her right hand to her left. It must be a pole, so you’re going to tie my arms to a pole.

There was another length of rope being looped between her right wrist and the pole, and then it was pulled tight before being knotted off firmly. A minute later, the rope at her left wrist was tightened inescapably and Davinia tried to move her hands but the grip of the bonds held her in place. The ropes are not going to let me get free, and I also think that you haven’t finished binding me.

Another set of rope loops were placed around the pole and her right and left arms, just below her armpits, and these were then cinched and tied firmly. My shoulders are essentially tied to the pole, I wonder how much more there is to do to me with this. It was then that she felt rope being wrapped around her right arm, both above and below the elbow, which was followed by the familiar tightening as the loops were cinched and pulled tightly. This was followed by her left elbow having rope wound around it, before it too was tied off securely.

Davinia’s right hand and fingers were pulled back against the bar, and she could feel something thin being wrapped around them and the pole. Soon her left hand and fingers were treated the same way and the only movement she had left was in her thumbs. Then what seemed to be string was tied around her thumbs, forcing them onto the pole. I’m left with my arms completely immobilised, they are tightly bound to the pole.

“It is time for you to sit on the ground, my sweet captive.” Arms went around the girl’s body as she was gently lowered to the ground into a sitting position. Something was placed to the right and left sides of her neck and she noticed that they were being tied to the pole that held her arms. Her position was changed and she felt herself brought forward slightly, before her upper legs were placed in a ninety degree with her body.

What is going to happen to me now? Have you got more plans in store me? The outer side of her lower right leg pressed against something, rope was looped around her right ankle, and it was then cinched and tied firmly. More rope was used to tie and cinch her right leg just below the knee, which locked her leg into an immobilised position. Davinia’s lower left leg was placed against another pole, and the process was repeated, preventing her other leg was moving.

As she sat there, something was laid over her feet. It was lashed to her right ankle and then her left, stopping her from even moving her lower legs closer together. I must look a real site, with these ropes and poles around me. “I’m going to replace your gag, so keep your mouth wide open.” The straps of the gag were unbuckled, and Davinia finally had the ball taken out of her mouth. This relief is going to be very short lived though, as I won’t even get the chance to exercise my jaw. Davinia felt something wide being put between her teeth which was slightly rough and cylindrical, and she then felt rope being tied around her head and to the object. This feels like it is a bit gag, but it isn’t steel or rubber coated. Oh no, I’m already starting to salivate, and I’ll be drooling before long. The ball-gag is going to be preferable to this.

Finally she could feel her sleep mask being removed. At least I’ll finally see what kind of predicament that I am in. As she opened her eyes, Davinia gasped in shock! It’s all bamboo poles and Jute rope! Even my bit gag is the same material, a bamboo tube tied at the ends with rope that goes around my neck. I would guess that the bamboo that is tied to my legs crosses behind my neck, and is then bound to the bamboo pole which is fastened to my arms. It is very impressive though, as I can only rotate my head or move my feet, and Mistress Heaton could even have made my head immobile by tying my gag to my arms.

“Do you like my little piece of Japanese Bondage, my helpless whore?” Patricia asked of her captive, who nodded it in response. “Actually it’s just using the materials and creating an approximation in style, rather than the real thing. I’m not that good at this type of ropework yet.” Davinia struggled and tried to pull herself free, but nothing moved. “It is effective though, as you have noticed. I have a few other ideas in this vein, so you will experience more positions with these items.”

Patricia walked to behind her bamboo bound captive and sat down with her breasts pressing into the girl’s back, and her legs either side of the girl’s body. “I will tease and torment you while you are in this position my Shibari slave, as I know that you are going to enjoy both.” The girl sighed through her gag and closed her eyes as sweet kisses were planted on the right side of her neck, which were followed by gentle, teasing bites. That is so good Mistress Heaton, you really know how to pleasure me. There is a flipside to this however, and I know that it is going to happen soon. Davinia continued in her reverie as hands gently cupped her breasts, before they started massaging and caressing her. Fingertips traced patterns of pleasure over the mounds of her breasts and around her nipples, causing them to stand to attention, and the girl writhed softly from her experience.

Then Davinia realised that her erect nipples were held between finger and thumb!

“Beg slave, if you beg well enough I might relent and not pinch you.” Patricia said. The helpless captive begged and pleaded for mercy, but she knew in her heart that this was not going to be enough. “I’m afraid you didn’t try very hard.”

“MMMMMMGGGMMMM!” Davinia screamed loudly through her bit gag as her nipples felt the nails of her captor dig into her. A moment later the pain stopped and she felt the rush as this area was gently smoothed. “MMMM!” she cried out as nails dug into the mounds of her breasts, to be followed by another soft caress. She’s using the pain and the smoothing to cause an endorphin reaction, and make me aroused. Again, Davinia moaned as she felt the fire growing in her mound of Venus and she knew that her Mistress would use this against her.

“I see that my slutty slave is getting aroused again, you must be a very bad girl.” The girl cried out as her nipples were once again tormented, before being soothed by her captor. The pinching went down to her sides, before returning to her breasts. I’m going to end up being bruised all over at this rate, but I’m just glad that you haven’t pinched me between my legs. Eventually, the captive was again receiving kisses and caresses and Davinia’s arousal was growing.

Soon, the captive felt slow, gentle caresses on her mound of joy, and her moans and writhing became uncontrollable, as her lust became inflamed. “I see that you enjoy my touch slave, maybe I should stop and let you smoulder for an hour.”

Davinia shook her shook wildly and emitted a stream of protesting cries at this, as she didn’t want to be left in denial again. “I won’t this time, but I am going to put you through some very trying situations later.” The girl nodded her head at this. I can guess that you were already planning on doing this, but now you have the perfect excuse.

Patricia stood up and went to Davinia’s side. “It’s time to put you on your back, my sweet hostage.” The girl looked worried at this as her captor walked around to her front. “It’s perfectly safe, and you’ll be just as immovable as ever.” The horizontal bar that was lashed to the captive’s ankles was gripped firmly, and Davinia experienced the complete helplessness of someone who was bound rigidly, as she was placed onto her back with her legs in the air. I feel so exposed like this, with my legs bound to this structure, and I feel like I am ‘obscenely vulnerable’ in this position.

Patricia pulled one of the chairs up to the front of Davinia, before picking up a ball of twine out of a bag, along with a pair of scissors. “I think I had better make your feet more secure, as I don’t want them flailing about when you reach your fulfilment.” She cut two lengths of twine off the ball, before tying one end of each piece to the big toes on Davinia’s feet. The girl’s feet were pulled as far back as they could go before the other end of the twine was tied to the rope that was just below her knee. You’ve even tied up my feet now! I cannot move them at all. You must have something really nasty planned for me if you’ve bound my feet like this.

Patricia took some tissues out of the bag, placed the bag on the left hand side of the chair, and then sat down. She then took a minute wiping the soles and stiletto heels of her boot with the tissues. “I’m just making sure that these boots of mine are clean, because I shall be teasing you in a moment.” After she finished her cleaning, Patricia placed the heel of her right boot gently on Davinia’s mound of Venus. The girl struggled, or rather tried to struggle as she knew what was going to happen next.

“MMMGGGMM!” she cried as the heel pressed into her mound. Her captor dug it in a little further and twisted, causing her captive more torment, before lifting it and moving it further down the helpless girl’s body. Please Mistress, you can’t mean to do that with your boot, surely! The girl protested, shook her head, and pleaded with her eyes as the heel of the boot was now above her petals of bliss.

“Noph! Pleaph!” she cried in vain.

“It’s okay slave, I’m not going to hurt you with my boot.” Patricia softly placed the heel of her boot inside the folds and then proceeded to gently caress Davinia’s area of greatest intimacy. As this happened, the helpless lady moaned again as her body writhed. “See, I can pleasure you with my heel, Davinia.” Occasionally, the tip of the heel pressed against the ‘stamen’ of her flower sending shockwaves of bliss into the bound lady.

Davinia was getting closer and closer to her desire’s peak with each passing moment, but her captor then stopped. “I’m getting something more useful for you.” She reached into the bag and bought out a cylindrical vibrator. “This will be better for you.” Please put that in me Mistress, it will pleasure me so much. Patricia leaned forward and gently inserted the device into Davinia’s cup of desire, eliciting moans of joy from the gagged girl. Then the button was pressed, a low humming was emitted from the device and Davinia found herself being drawn closer to that moment when nothing else matters but pure bliss.

Patricia gently placed the heel of her boot onto the vibrator and gently pressed on it, thrusting it in and out of Davinia’s cup. Please Mistress, please let me orgasm, I need it so much. The thrusts were slow at first, but soon they became faster and more intense. Patricia speeded up and slowed several times, teasing and frustrating her helpless captive. “You’ll get you bliss soon, but I have to pick the bag up now.” she said as she leaned over and put the bag on her lap.

The thrusts again increased in speed and intensity and Davinia discovered that she was right on the edge. Just a little more please, I’m nearly on the edge. As she writhed and moved her head about, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye and she cried in protest as Patricia took two electric toothbrushes out of the bag!

“Noph! Pleph Noph!” she begged in her bondage.

“You didn’t think that it would be that easy, did you?” Patricia remarked as she switched on the toothbrushes. “If I stop now, you will just be left in denial, so it would be best if you just accepted your fate.” Davinia looked at her captor and realised that she had been out manoeuvred. It’s either denial or torment, and I am so close! She nodded her head slowly, knowing that it would be over before long if she agreed.

Patricia continuously pressed on the vibrator with her right heel, taking her captive closer and closer to bliss, and then pressed the head of the toothbrushes against the soles of the poor girl’s feet. The added speed of the thrusts and the enormous tickling sensation sent Davinia over the edge, and she screamed and laughed as she slipped into the overwhelming sensation of pure bliss. She convulsed in her bonds and continued to scream as the vibrator and brushes pleasured and tormented her...

Eventually as her mind rose from its reverie, she noticed that the brushes were no longer tickling her and that the vibrator had been switched off and removed. “You really enjoyed that, my sweet captive, but I will have to rearrange your bonds as I have still more ‘fun’ planned for you this afternoon.”

I hope that it is as good as the experience that I have just gone through...

Order An Intruder Part 27

“MMMMGGMMM!” Davinia cried out as the riding crop struck her bottom!

“I don’t see any cleaning being done maid, do I have to punish you again?” Davinia hobbled towards the table, her movement constrained by the boots and the cuffs on her legs. This is just so that Mistress Heaton can whip me. I won’t know whether I’m being too fast or too slow, and that gives her the perfect opportunity. Davinia gently ran the feather duster over the table, bending over so that Patricia would be able to get a good view of her panty covered bottom. Hopefully, this will stop her from bruising my poor posterior. Davinia worked her way around the table, dusting the legs and also cleaning the chairs.

As she straightened up, Davinia squealed as her bottom was pinched. “But, Davinia, you know that happens to French maids, so why are you surprised.” The helpless maid shuffled towards the cupboards, wincing as she received the occasional stinging blow to hurry her along. “Hurry up maid, we haven’t got all day.” After another few minutes, Davinia reached the cupboards and continued with her work, taking her time and hoping that she wouldn’t receive another taste of the crop. The captive moved from item to item until she had ‘dusted’ everywhere.

“There’s the living room to clean next, slave.” Patricia said, opening the kitchen door. Davinia moved slowly out of the room and down the hallway, attempting to get there as quickly as she could, given her present restrictions. Several minutes later, she reached the living-room door and fumbled with the handle before finally opening it.

“When you have cleaned the living-room wench, we can return to the kitchen for your next assignment.” Davinia moved slowly though the living room and dusted, suffering cruel pinches of her bottom as she worked in her bondage. She dusted the sides, chairs, tables and windows as quickly as she could, with Patricia right behind her to punish any slowdown.  No matter what she did, Davinia found herself being punished, just as she suspected.

Finally, the room was cleaned to Patricia’s ‘satisfaction’, and Davinia had to make the long, slow trek back to the kitchen. I think that Mistress Heaton is enjoying every moment of this. She reached the kitchen and Patricia made her stand near the table. First the padlock connecting the elbows cuffs was taken off and then the wrist lock was removed. Her arms were taken behind her back, her elbows were brought together and locked in place again and then her wrists were bound with the second padlock.

Patricia then picked up a long, thin chain and three small padlocks. She placed one end of the chain where Davinia’s elbow cuffs were, and took that around the body, pulling it tight. One of the small padlocks was then used to lock this chain together, and to the elbow padlock. The chain was taken down to Davinia’s wrist cuffs, taken tightly around the waist and then locked into position on the wrist cuffs. The last part of the chain was taken between Davinia’s legs, looped over the waist chain at the front, taken back between Davinia’s legs, pulled tight and then locked tightly with the third padlock.

Davinia squealed as the chain bit into the intimacy of her womanhood. “It’s not that bad slave, you’ve endured far worse over the weekend.” Patricia softly caressed the crotch-chain, eliciting moans from the poor French maid in bondage. When you touch me there, it becomes very erotic, Mistress. Davinia pressed her hips forward it an attempt to intensify the experience.

Patricia pulled her hand away, leaving Davinia frustrated in her new arousal. “We have all afternoon and evening to go slave, so don’t tire yourself out.” Patricia said, with a smile that said that the real reason was just to tease her captive. Davinia writhed in her bonds and pulled her wrist cuffs, but she only managed to increase her frustration as the chain pressed and rubbed against her mound.

“I would avoid doing that unless you really want to keep yourself on the edge. Please be still and look sexy as I have work to do.” Patricia picked up some items out of various draws and took a loaf of bread out of one of the bags. Then she went to the fridge and removed some butter, meat, tomatoes and a lettuce. “We’re having sandwiches for lunch slave, and if you are a good girl you may be fed.” Davinia’s stomach rumbled as she looked at the food being prepared by Patricia. I’d better behave then, I don’t want my stomach to remain empty.

Patricia paused suddenly and left the kitchen. “Lunch will be ready soon, so please make your way down to the living room. Thank you.” Patricia walked back into the kitchen and continued making the sandwiches. In all, four plates of sandwiches were prepared and Patricia took four bottles of water out of the fridge and put them with the plates

“It’s time to set up my serving tray, and I’m sure that you don’t need to guess who will be carrying it. Patricia unwrapped a rectangular item which proved to be a tray with two items attached, a long chain on one corner and a long leather belt attached to one of the long sides. She walked up to Davinia, took the straps from the side of the tray around the waist to the captive’s back, and buckled it in place. The tray was lifted into a horizontal position, the chain was taken from the front right corner of the tray around Davinia’s neck and then attached to the hook on the front left side.

Oh great, Mistress Heaton has turned me into a walking tray. First I’m a French maid, and now I’m a serving wench/tray combination I’m probably going to fall over before I’m half way to the living room. Patricia noticed the look on Davinia’s face and gently hugged her. “Just think of it as a test of your abilities, sweetie. I’m sure that you can do this easily. Don’t worry, you will be fed this afternoon, I won’t neglect you. Could you please smile to show me that you’re okay?”

Davinia smiled as best she could, given that the gag restricted her movements. “As soon as the food has been put down, I’ll remove the tray.” Patricia opened the kitchen door, and then placed the plates and bottles on the tray. “Let’s make our way to the living room. I’ll hold you so that you won’t fall.” Hands were placed on Davinia’s sides and Patricia took hold of her. “Don’t worry honey, it’ll be fine, just take your time and keep your balance.” Davinia took careful steps, making sure that her balance was secure before moving again.

As she moved along, Davinia began to feel confident in moving with the tray attached, and she felt better. With Mistress Heaton supporting me, I think that this will turn out okay. Eventually, the two ladies reached the living room door, Patricia opened the door and Davinia gasped. She noticed that the bondage frame was still up and also that Serena was with Eva.

Serena was In her schoolgirl uniform, bound and gagged like she was on Saturday morning and she was being spanked! The captive girl was also blindfolded and bent over the lap of Eva, who was sitting in a chair and wearing black shoes, stockings, pencil knee length skirt and a white blouse. Serena’s skirt was hitched up and her bottom bared, showing a pink bottom and the poor girl was squealing from each blow that impacted on her defenceless derriere.

What did betray how Serena felt was her writhing, and the soft moans when Eva gently smoothed her bottom. This showed that Serena was close to her release, with each series of spanks taking her closer to the edge. After six smacks were delivered in quick succession, Serena let out a long loud scream, went rigid and then softly shook with Eva holding and caressing her gently. After a few minutes, Serena was put into a sitting position on Eva’s lap, and her blindfold was removed.

By this time, Davinia was inside the room and leaning with her back against the wall, so that she could steady herself better. She blushed as Serena saw her and giggled at her state of dress and bondage.

“You have a very beautiful and sexy French maid Pat, are you thinking of keeping her?”  Eva said.

“Unfortunately, I only own her until night time Eva, so I have to make the most of her.” Patricia answered as she moved the round table over to Eva and Serena. Then she took two plates and bottles and placed them on the table so that Eva could easily reach them. The other items were put on the coffee table in front of the couch. The chain connected to the tray was unhooked and the belt was unbuckled, causing Davinia to sigh with relief. The tray was put to one side, and Patricia gently guided Davinia to the right side of the couch before sitting her down.

“I have to get some entertainment before we start lunch, and there’s a nice video that I want to show you.” Patricia walked out of the room, leaving Davinia protesting and struggling on the couch. Please Mistress Heaton, you can’t do that to me! You can’t show them the video of me in bondage, it’s so unfair!

“It’s useless Davinia, and you’re not the first lady to be exposed in this manner. Don’t worry, I’m sure that your display will be very erotic.” Eva explained, which did nothing to help Davinia’s composure. Her pulling and twisting only served to cause the chain between her legs to rub against her intimacy, which induced a greater arousal into her body.

A few minutes later, Patricia returned with some cabling and the video recorder. “I’ve rewound it in the kitchen, so we can start from the beginning.” She plugged the camera into the front of the television, and the power suppler into the wall. A remote control device was detached from the camera, the television control was picked up and Patricia sat down to the left of Davinia on the couch. “Remember girls, once your gags are off, there is to be no speaking unless you’re spoken to. Is that understood?” Both captives nodded their heads and the harness gags were removed.

“Time for the show to begin, ladies.” Patricia switched on the television, chose the AV channel and started the playback. Both Serena’s and Davinia’s cheeks went scarlet as they watched the playback showing the helpless Davinia experiencing her pleasures and torments. During this, they took small bites out of the sandwiches and sips from the bottles, with Patricia and Eva holding the items so that the captives can safely eat and drink.

As Serena watch the part where Davinia suffered her pleasurable torment with the Wand tied to her, she blushed even more and writhed a little on Eva’s lap. “Do you want to find out how it feels, my slutty schoolgirl?” Eva asked. Serena nodded mutely as she was too embarrassed to speak. “Don’t worry, after the meal and a rest, I will tie you to the bed and tease you with that all afternoon.” Serena then kissed Eva passionately on the lips and the captive responded in kind.

Finally, the meal and the recording ended and both girls were on the laps of the women, being given gentle kisses and cuddles for a while.

“I think that they are going to have a fun time upstairs Davinia, and we are going to be playing in the living room.” Patricia said as she gently pressed and caressed the chain between Davinia’s legs. Davinia was aroused further by this and writhed on Patricia’s lap.

“It looks as if your French maid is being a very naughty girl Pat, and we all know what should be done with naughty girls.” Eva said, picking up Serena’s harness gag. “I think that it’s time our bondage babes were gagged again as well.” Davinia watched as Eva securely buckled the gag on Serena and turned her so that she faced Davinia. Patricia picked up the other gag as Davinia opened her mouth, and soon the poor girl’s mouth was filled and she felt the pressure of the straps on her head.

“I think that my maid needs to be punished for her bad behaviour, Eva.” Davinia started to struggle against her bonds, not to try and escape, but to play the part of the bad French maid. She put up a fight, but soon she was lying right to left across Patricia’s lap. “It’s pointless lifting up your skirt as your panties are already exposed.” Patricia said, raising her right hand.

“MMMMMGGGMM!” screamed Davinia as the blow was struck against her bottom, causing a strong stinging sensation. She cried out again and again as five more blows landed in quick succession. Mistress Heaton could make me feel much more pain, but she wants to ultimately pleasure me and not make me cry. Patricia gently smoothed Davinia’s posterior, and the girl writhed and moaned from the pleasurable caress which combined with the endorphin rush and the stimulation of her largest erogenous zone.

Davinia screamed out again at the next six smacks, but she was moving even more as the following touches not only glided over her bottom, but her intimacy as well. This is wonderful, please keep going Mistress! A hand was felt at the top of her panties and they were pulled down to expose her stinging bottom. “You deserve to have your bare bottom spanked, you naughty little girl.”

“MMMMMMPH!” was the cry as the blow came down harder than before onto Davinia’s completely unprotected derriere. This was again followed by five more blows which were accompanied by an audible response from the captive. These were replaced by cries of pleasure as the caresses pressed harder and were more arousing than before. Another six spanks were landed, followed by a long smoothing over the girl’s bottom and womanhood, and Davinia found herself right on the edge of her pleasure’s peak. Please, just a little more, and I can get my release.

As Patricia spanked Davinia six more times, the girl felt her intimacy start to erupt with pleasure. OMG! Oh My GOOOOOOD! She gave out a long scream and convulsed on Patricia’s lap with the woman gently cuddling her…

“I think that I should take Serena upstairs now, Patricia. The Wand is in the kitchen, I presume?” Eva asked Patricia. The woman nodded in response as she put Davinia into a sitting position on the couch. The captive maid watched as Eva took Serena out of the living room, closing the door behind them.

“Now Davinia, it’s three o’clock in the afternoon, so I think that I should continue with your entertainment…”