Order An Intruder Part 23

Davinia was unaware of the passing of time. All she knew was that her desire was overwhelming her very being. She sobbed and struggled, hoping that somehow she could get a hand free and bring an end to her torment of need. It was impossible though, and she knelt there, in a torture created by her own desires. Please Mistress Heaton, please come back and free me from my suffering! I will do whatever you want!

The helpless girl was still struggling when Patricia entered the room. “Still having fun are we?” she said. Please Mistress, please don’t leave me like this! It’s beyond cruel! Davinia begged through her gag, making little “mph” sounds, and pleaded with her eyes, trying to look as pitiful as she could. “Are you truly my slave then?” Patricia asked. Davinia nodded in response, knowing that she had no other choice.

“Good then, slave. I will now finish pleasuring you.” Patricia sat down on the floor behind Davinia, with her legs to either side of the helpless girl’s body. She then began to caress Davinia’s breasts and her still erect nipples. Davinia continued to beg and plead to her captor for that final act that would release her. Patricia brought her right hand down to Davinia’s womanhood, and started to steadily stroke and caress her most intimate of areas.

Davinia nodded and moaned, praying that Patricia wouldn’t abandon her to suffering like she did before. Patricia increased the speed of her caresses and gently kissed Davinia on the back of her neck, increasing Davinia’s desire still further.

The teasing of Davinia’s breasts and nipples was still carrying on, and the caresses of her intimacy were increasing in speed and intensity. Soon, the helpless girl was writhing, with her body at the edge of pleasure. Just a little more, OMG! OMG! Davinia shook and convulsed from the pleasure that spread throughout her very being, and she was only faintly aware of Patricia still caressing her body...

“Did you enjoy yourself, slave?” Patricia asked. Davinia nodded as she blushed from her reaction to Patricia’s actions. That was wonderful! It was worth the wait that you put me through.

Patricia began to unbuckle the harness gag. “If have given you pleasure, my slave, so it’s time to pleasure me.” By this time the gag was removed from Davinia. Patricia got up, picked up two chopsticks and two elastic bands from the table, and faced Davinia. “Open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out.”

Davinia stuck her tongue out as far as she possibly could, feeling a little embarrassed at what she was expected to do. Patricia placed the chopsticks above and below Davinia’s tongue, and secured the chopsticks using the elastic bands. After picking up a sleep mask, Patricia put the mask over Davinia’s eyes, preventing her from seeing.

Davinia knelt there on the floor, feeling helpless and a little foolish. I must look really silly with my tongue poking out like this. She then heard the kitchen chair in front of her being moved closer. I guess that is so that Patricia can sit on the chair when I service her. Then she heard someone sit in the chair and felt legs on either side of her body, before two hands took hold of her head, forcing her to lean forward.

Davinia now felt her tongue press against Patricia’s womanhood. “Now, my slave, it is time for you to pleasure me. Make sure that you do your job well.” Davinia slowly and gently started to lick Patricia’s womanhood, planning to take her time. Let’s see if Patricia can hold on as well as I can, as I’m not going to hurry this. The caresses from Davinia’s tongue very softly glided over the mound of Patricia’s intimacy, making soft and teasing strokes.

She heard soft moans escape Patricia’s lips, and felt the slight movement of her captor’s legs, caused as a result of the gentle touch. Davinia continued with the slow movements for the time being, understanding the effect that it had on Patricia. Then she increased the speed and the pressure of her tongue’s caresses and heard the moans grow louder. I really am making Patricia aroused, but I won’t hurry this as she might get annoyed if I’m too quick. She slowed down again and felt Patricia writhe softly with frustration.

Again Davinia pressed harder and licked faster, increasing her captor’s arousal. Patricia moaned softly and pressed herself against Davinia’s face. You’re being a bit greedy, Patricia. Davinia pulled her head back, lessening the effects of her caresses.

“You are such a tease, slave.” Patricia said. Davinia nodded in response. If you think that it’s okay to tease me, then I will respond. The captive leaned forward again, pressing hard against Patricia’s womanhood and stimulating her further. She could feel her teasing having an even greater effect, as her captor’s legs pressed against her. It’s not over yet, you have a little way to go.

Davinia lowered her head and tongue and started to gently lick the folds of Patricia’s intimacy, causing the woman to twitch in response. She increased the speed and pressure of her actions and felt Patricia go rigid. Trying to get the most feeling out of this now, I see. Slowly, Davinia explored Patricia’s intimacy, gently pressing against each spot and area, teasing as much as she could. Deeper she explored, until she was at her limit which was imposed on her by the chopsticks pressing on her tongue.

It seems that I am at my limit for depth, but I think that the most vital point will be within reach. Patricia glided her tongue around Patricia’s intimacy and soon found the ‘bulls-eye’. Patricia squealed as Davinia pressed her tongue onto the spot. Now to really tease you.

Davinia started to caress Patricia’s’ bull-eye’, eliciting writhes and moans from the woman.  She increased the speed and pressure of her touches, driving Patricia closer and closer to orgasm. By her actions, I think that she must be very close now.

Davinia slowed down now, denying Patricia her quick release. If you can do it to me, then I will do the same. After a few minutes, Davinia’s caresses speeded up taking Patricia close to the edge again, before slowing down. I am probably going to get punished for this, but at least I can do the teasing right now.

Davinia sped up again, and this time continued the caresses, as hard and as fast as she possibly could. Patricia emitted a loud cry, and then began convulsing and shivering as her orgasm overtook her. The strokes continued while this was going on, Davinia wanting to make the experience last as long as possible.

After a few minutes, Davinia heard and felt Patricia stand up and move about the room, before feeling her hogtie rope being removed. “It’s time for you to be put into a more comfortable position, slave.” She felt arms around her body, lifting her up into a standing position, before she was moved and made to sit down on what felt like someone’s lap.

Davinia’s sleep mask was removed, and she saw that she was sitting on Patricia’s lap, facing to Patricia’s right. Patricia put her arms around the helpless girl and embraced her warmly. “You have been very naughty with your teasing, and I will have to punish you for that. However, you did also create an extraordinarily good experience, and for that I will also give you pleasure.”

Patricia leant forward and enveloped Davinia’s tongue in her mouth, causing the helpless girl to wriggle a little. Then Davinia shivered and she felt Patricia’s tongue caress her own. It’s like being French kissed, the difference is that I’m completely helpless and unable to stop it. I’ll have to use this on someone else, someday. Davinia tried to caress back, even though she was limited by her gag, and pressed her tongue against Patricia’s.

Davinia felt Patricia’s left arm around her, while the right hand was now caressing her hair. This is very pleasant, I hope that this goes on for a while. She pressed herself against Patricia, exploring the inside of her mistress’s mouth, while Patricia caressed the right side of her body. Davinia moaned into Patricia’s mouth as she felt the soft caress of Patricia’s hand on her helplessly bound thighs. The hand moved slowly up and down, causing Davinia to become aroused and writhe in Patricia’s embrace.

Patricia pressed her tongue against Davinia’s and intertwined it as much as possible, making the bound girl even more excited. She slipped her hand in between Davinia’s thighs, above the upper rope, and caressed the inside of Davinia’s legs from there to her womanhood. Davinia’s hips started to twitch at this point as her arousal grew ever stronger. With my luck, Patricia will probably leave me in denial, especially after the teasing that I did to her.

The kissing stopped as Patricia pulled her head back. “I think that you need to be properly gagged again, my slave.” She stopped her caresses and reached out with her right hand for the harness gag, which was on the table, just to her right. “Open wide, slave.” Davinia opened her mouth and felt the ball pressing against her tongue. Then she felt the buckles being tightened and strapped into place, enforcing her helplessness.

Patricia took her right hand and caressed the mound of Davinia’s right breast, moving in slow, teasing strokes, while she kissed Davinia’s neck. The captive writhed slowly in her captor’s embrace, moaning softly at the kisses and caresses.

Fingertips softly made little circles around Davinia’s nipples, while the kisses were moving slowly from her neck to her chest. Soon, her right nipple was being gently teased between the thumb and forefingers of Patricia’s right hand, while Patricia’s mouth was giving playful bites and softly sucking at the mound of Davinia’s left breast. This is good, this is so good, but I know there is still a price to be paid.

Patricia’s right hand glided down to between Davinia’s legs, while her lips gently enclosed the erect nipple on Davinia’s right breast. Davinia squealed as her womanhood was softly stroked, and her right nipple was gently bitten and sucked. She thrust her hips against Patricia’s hand, trying to increase the feeling of arousal in her womanhood.

The kisses and caresses continued as Davinia surrendered herself to the moment. Patricia continued with her actions until...

“MMMGMM!” Davinia cried out as she felt the inside of her right thigh get pinched.

“What’s wrong dear? Getting a little uncomfortable?” Patricia bit Davinia’s right nipple, causing the bound girl to cry out and struggle uselessly against the ropes that held her firmly. “You are totally in my power, slave, never forget that.”

“MMMMMMMGGGGMM” was the scream as Davinia felt her womanhood being pinched. I’m being tortured again! The actions stopped as abruptly as they began, with Patricia now touching the areas softly. Davinia noticed the rush of pleasure in her body as she was being soothed, and she sighed with relief.

A few seconds later though, Davinia screamed through her gag as Patricia took a nipple in each hand and cruelly pinched. The nipples were pulled and twisted, with Davinia begging for the torment to stop. Then Patricia let go and placed gentle kisses on the tormented girl’s nipples. Again, Davinia noticed the feeling of pleasure inside her, and realised that this was also affecting her arousal. This is impossible, Patricia is using the pain to give pleasure? She looked at Patricia who had stopped for a moment.

“Surely you cannot be surprised after yesterday, especially after you were spanked and later flogged. You must know by now that pain can actually be used to provide further pleasure.” It was then that Patricia moved her right hand to pinch Davinia’s womanhood again.

“MMMMGGGMMM!” she screamed, but felt Patricia instantly caress and soothe the spot. She experienced the relief in the area, causing another increase in her arousal, eliciting a sigh from her gagged mouth.

“Stand up, slave. I want to use you in an experiment.” Davinia stood up ungainly, due to the fact that she was stringently bound, and waited. Patricia got up and forced Davinia to hop to one of the table corners. “Place yourself at the corner and lie on your front.” ordered Patricia. Davinia did so and felt the corner press into her. What does Patricia have in store for me? I know that I can easily be whipped in this position. She felt herself being tied to the table leg at her ankles, her knees and at her upper thigh. I guess that this is to stop me from struggling. But I can still stand up straight, how is she going to stop that?

Davinia watched as Patricia tied one end of a length of rope to the ring on the top of the gag. Her face was turned to her right so that her left cheek pressed against the table. Patricia then tied the other end of the rope to the corner leg that was the opposite one to where Davinia’s legs were bound. I can’t move now, I can’t even turn my face to the left. You sure are an expert at this, and my bottom feels very exposed right now.

She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and noticed that Patricia was taking two items out of a bag. Patricia approached the table, carrying the items. She dropped one item in front of Davinia’s face, causing her to scream loudly and fight against her ropes.

It was a large strap-on!

No! You can’t do that to me! It’ll never fit! Please, Patricia you can’t torture me with that! It’s inhumane! I don’t want that thing in me, it’s horrible!

“You can calm down, slave. I won’t put that in you unless you want me to. By the way, you will want me to put it in you, and if I stop, you will beg for me to continue.” Patricia said trying to calm Davinia down. The captive stopped struggling and looked less tense. Then she was shown the flogger. “You are familiar with this after what Eva did to you last evening. You certainly seemed to enjoy the experience. Now, brace yourself.”

Patricia walked around to the back of Davinia, and raised the flogger. Davinia closed her eyes and tensed herself, hoping that this will help. “MMMMGGGMM!” the girl cried as she felt a series of six hard, stinging blows on her unprotected posterior. Then Patricia gently caressed and smoothed the area that had been flogged, bringing relief to Davinia.

Again Davinia screamed as the flogger swept back and forth over her cheeks. Then she sighed as the actions stopped, to be replaced by the gentle, gliding hands of Patricia. This feels better every time, and the pain didn’t seem to be as bad. Is this playing games with my mind? The caresses are even making me more aroused.

The cries escaped Davinia’s lips as she endured a third set of blows onto her bottom from the flogger, but they didn’t seem to be as bad, even though her rear end was squirming from the stinging. That almost felt pleasurable. What is happening to me? There were more smoothing actions, which along with the occasional caress of her womanhood was increasing her desire.

“ARMPH!” The helpless girl screamed as she felt blows that were harder than before. Patricia was delivering about twelve blows now, and Davinia was struggling wildly against her bonds. The relief and pleasure felt afterwards was far greater though, leaving Davinia writhing and moaning in anticipation of more.

The next twelve flogs on her bottom were harder still, but Davinia was feeling pleasure as well as pain, I’m not sure whether that hurt or not now. At this rate I may not be able to distinguish the two. The caresses that followed brought a feeling that was close to ecstasy.

“Would you like me to flog you harder? Your bottom is going a light red.” Patricia asked. To her own surprise, Patricia nodded and “mph’d” in the positive. She screamed as the blows rained down, but it was impossible to tell when the pain ended and pleasure began. Her arousal made her womanhood flame with need, and had left her writhing and moaning uncontrollably.

“Yeph, yeph yeph!” She cried out, wanting Patricia to flog her again. Please flog me, mistress, please bring me to orgasm! The caresses, only stoked her fire even more, and the pain mixed with the pleasure to heighten the sensation.

Davinia tried to present her bottom to Patricia as she begged for more. The flogger worked its magic on the bottom of the immobile captive, taking her close to the edge. The touches after served to take her to the brink.

Davinia now felt herself to be a boiling cauldron of need, wanting only one thing. The release of orgasm. “Pleph! Pleph! PLEPH!” she said, wondering why she had not been flogged again. I just need one more and I can get my desire. Why aren’t you flogging me?!

 Patricia put the flogger down on the kitchen table, next to the strap-on. “I will not use the flogger to give you your release. You either accept the strap-on, or lie there in your need.”

You can’t do this to me! You can’t deny me my need. PLEASE!