Order An Intruder Part 28

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…”

Order An Intruder Part 26

“MMMMMMMMMMMGGGGGMMMMM!” screamed the helpless captive, as the third orgasm shot through her, bringing joy but draining Davinia of more of her strength. How many more of these can I take? At this rate I am going to collapse completely within the hour. She pulled and struggled against the ropes that restrained her body, but only managed to squirm in her captivity.

“That’s three so far.” Adele said “I think that you will last quite a while, my sex-mad slave. I’ll stop this when you can’t take any more, as leaving it on will provide me with great entertainment.” She gave a wicked smile to her captive. “This will pleasure and punish you, so it makes for a perfect tease.” She stood up and walked behind Davinia. “I think that I should add to your fun, my darling Davinia.” Kissing her captive’s neck, Adele gently caressed Davinia’s breasts, providing a mixture of pleasure and a little suffering as she hadn’t yet recovered from the torment of the clothes pegs.

The captive winced as fingers softly stroked her nipples, and she cried out from the action. That was nice and hurt at the same time, and the orgasms will probably feel like this very soon. Her lower body squirmed and writhed as the next wave of bliss approached, and she shook her head, hoping that her mistress would be merciful to her.

“I’m sorry slave, but I’m not going to stop it now.” Adele continued to kiss Davinia’s neck and stroke her upper body. “To see you fight against being orgasmed is so much fun.” Davinia begged as she felt the fire in her intimacy grow from being fed by the large vibrator. I can do nothing to make you stop, and soon I am going to be weakened further. The poor girl tried everything she could to take her mind off the growing feeling in her body, but after a few seconds her attention was drawn back to that one small area.

Davinia threw her head back and screamed as the next wave of bliss washed over her, mixed with pain from her exertions. She soon slumped forward in her chair though, with more energy sucked from her. That was worse than last time, and the orgasm arrived faster. The gaps will get shorter and the impact will be even stronger. As soon as she recovered Davinia struggled even more violently but futilely against her bonds. I must try to get out of this before I become a quivering mass of flesh.

“Resistance is- well it’s not going to get you out of these ropes, Little Miss Struggler.” Adele smiled at her captive’s plight. “The interval will become shorter and shorter as time goes on.” Davinia struggled again as she felt another orgasm approaching.

“Pleph noph pleph!” Soon the next wave of bliss washed over her body along with the pain that accompanied it. She arched in her experience and shouted out, before her body quivered and shook. The feelings took time to subside and by the time this finished, Davinia realised that the next orgasm was building up.

Davinia continued to plead to her captor as the feelings in her intimacy build up towards release. Why am I trying? Mistress Heaton has told me that she loved to see me suffer, so she isn’t going to stop this. Again she tried to take her mind of what was happening, but the constant vibration of her body prevented that. OMG! OH GOOOOOOOD! Another orgasm hit her, which lasted even longer and made her weaker still.

“That’s six orgasms, Davinia.” Adele said as the tormented girl recovered. Six! How long is this going to go on for! Davinia felt the seventh building up quickly. Soon, all there will be is the feeling and torment. I really am having too much of a good thing. She was surprised at how fast the feeling inside her was growing. This mya be the last gap. I will probably be doing nothing else but shaking and crying

“MMMMMMM!” she cried out as the seventh hit her, causing her to convulse and shake. Even before this had finished, the eighth one exploded and Davinia no longer had any time to recover and soon she was so drained that she was even lacking the strength to scream. She just slumped in the chair, a mass of quivering flesh and she wasn’t even aware that the Wand had been switched off.

“Just relax Davinia, you need to rest for a while.” Adele said. Davinia didn’t even need to be told as she slumped into a doze as soon as the feeling died down in her intimacy…

“MMMMPH!” Davinia shouted as her nipples were pinched.

“I see that you are awake, my captive. You have slept for nearly an hour, so you should be refreshed by now.” Adele kissed Davinia on her right cheek. “I am going to change your position on the chair. It will seem like you might fall off, but you will be safe. I trust that you will not give me any trouble while I do this.” Davinia nodded. “I could tie you up in positions on the chair all day long, but that would just prevent me from entertaining you in other ways.” Adele removed the rope from Davinia’s arms, the right arm first and then the left.

Adele bent Davinia’s arms at the elbows, so that her right wrist was at her right shoulder and her left wrist was at her left shoulder. After picking up two lengths of white rope, Adele wrapped one length around Davinia’s right shoulder and wrist before cinching it and tying it off firmly. The second rope was used to bind Davinia’s left arm in the same manner.

The ropes around Davinia’s waist, chest and shoulders were now removed, and the captive shifted her position in order to try and relieve some stiffness. Adele then untied the ropes around the captive’s legs, the right first, and then the left. “It would be good if you flex your legs a little, you were tied in that position for quite a while.” Davinia did as she was told, flexing and moving her lower legs so that her muscles received a little exercise.

“I’m going to move your body forward on the chair, Davinia.” Adele said, taking hold of the girl’s hips. The girl felt herself being shuffled to the front edge of the seat until her legs were clear. Adele took a length of rope and tied one end to the top of the right front chair leg. The rope was taken over the top of Davinia’s right leg at the hip from right to left, down under the chair behind the chair leg, and back round to the right of Davinia’s leg. The rope was wrapped around Davinia’s leg three more times before being tied off firmly at the top of the chair leg. A second length of rope was tied to the left front chair leg, the rope was taken from left to right in the same manner as before and tied off to the chair leg.

That’s my lower body tied to the front chair legs. I wonder what is going to happen next? Adele pushed Davinia’s upper body back until her shoulders pressed against the chair’s upper struts, and then a length of rope was picked up and wrapped around Davinia’s body just below her armpits and the chair back several times before it was knotted securely. I’m tied into position on the chair now. I guess that my legs are next. Will Mistress Heaton tie my ankles to the bottom of the chair legs?

Going over to a bag, Adele picked up four more pieces of rope and the end of one piece of rope was tied to Davinia’s right leg, just above the knee. The leg was then lifted up into a vertical position and the other end of the rope was tied to the top horizontal strut of the chair on the right side. A second length of rope was used to tie Davinia’s left leg in the same position, leaving both of her legs in the air.

Next, her right leg was bent at the knee until her right heel pressed into the top of her leg. Adele took one of the two pieces of rope and wrapped it around Davinia’s right thigh and ankle several times, before cinching the rope and knotting it off. Davinia’s left leg was bent into the same position before being bound firmly. This is an unusual position, both my arms and legs are frogtied, and with my legs in the air I feel completely defenceless, with my intimacy clearly on view.

“Do you feel helpless, my sweet slave?” Adele asked, giving Davinia’s womanhood a gentle caress. The girl nodded as she moaned with pleasure through her gag. I don’t just feel helpless, I feel a little ‘obscene’ with my body on display like this. Adele leant forward between Davinia’s legs and planted soft kisses on her breasts, causing the captive to moan even more.

The kisses soon moved to her nipples, and Davinia writhed under the gentle caress of Adele’s lips as she enjoyed the pleasure given to her. Adele continued to kiss and suck Davinia’s nipples for a few minutes, and then moved her attention back to the mounds of her captive’s breasts. Davinia felt the glow in her womanhood grow in size as Adele fanned the flames of desire. I thought that after my last ordeal, I wouldn’t want to orgasm again, but my body still wants more. She squirmed as much as she could, moving her arms and legs with what little freedom the ropes allowed.

The kisses moved down to the abdomen with Adele placing them all over the area, and bringing out shivers in Davinia’s body. I know that Mistress Heaton is going to tease me before much longer, I just wonder how she will do it.

Davinia cried out in joy as she felt the soft touch of kisses on her womanhood. “You like this then, my slave.” Nodding in affirmation, Davinia moaned and surrendered herself to the experience as the need inside her grew. Adele spent some time pleasuring the captive, using her lips to increase the teasing.

Eventually, Adele pulled back from the securely bound female, and walked over to a box. Opening it, she took out a large cylindrical vibrator. “I think that you don’t even need to be told where this is going.  It should make the next half hour very interesting.” A small amount of lubricant was smoothed over the vibrator as Adele approached her bound prisoner. “I hope I don’t get the wrong hole.” Adele said wickedly, making Davinia struggle in response. “There’s no need to panic, I’m only teasing you. I just wanted to see you struggle before this starts to pleasure you.”

Adele carefully inserted the vibrator into the intimacy of Davinia’s womanhood, and the girl squirmed as it pressed into her body. A button was pressed at the base and a slow buzzing increased the heat of Davinia’s loins. Adele walked over to the table, picked up a sleep mask, returned back to her helpless captive and placed it over her eyes. I can’t see a thing now, and I know it’s so that Adele can tease me without me being able to prepare myself.

“MMMMMMMMMPH!” Davinia squealed as the sides of her body suffered from an onslaught of Adele’s fingernails. She struggled and shook her head wildly, but this had no effect on her situation. Stopstopstopstopstop! The tickling stopped after thirty seconds which allowed Davinia to get her breath back. Know I know what Mistress Heaton is going to do with me for this session. Nononononononononono! The bound captive squealed and squirmed as her sides were again tickled by her captor.

Davinia was gasping for breath as the second bout of tickling came to an end. She felt the buzzing of the vibrator increase and the button was pressed again, taking her close to her release. She’s going to tickle me up to my orgasm! The pleading that she made to her captor was ignored though.

“You know how this game is played slave, so why are you surprised.” Adele ran her fingers over Davinia’s torso and the girl screamed and laughed from the torment that was inflicted on her.  This stopped after another half-minute, allowing some relief but soon started with Davinia suffering bout after bout of torment. She noticed that every round of tickling increased her arousal and desire.

The button was pressed again, causing the buzzing to be at its fastest, and Davinia knew that she would soon receive her fulfilment. Just a little more to reach my climax.

“Now for the final bout of tickling, my darling Davinia. It stops when your release has finished.” Davinia screamed as her thighs were raked by Adele, who then provided a continuous onslaught over her entire body.

Davinia was screaming and struggling in a universe of tickling when her womanhood exploded and washed pure pleasure and experience over her entire body…

She noticed that the vibrator had been removed and her tormentor was kissing her on the cheek and gently cuddled her. “That was a very good performance, sweetie. However I need to get you dressed so you can do a little work around the house. I must untie you first, though.”

Davinia felt the frogtie ropes around her left and right legs being removed, followed by the ropes that tied her knees to the top of the chair. The ropes at the top of her chest were next, and finally Adele unravelled the ropes around the tops of her legs.

“Stand up.” Davinia did so, even though it was awkward in the ballet boots and it wasn’t easy to balance with her arms tied up. Her feet were lifted up, one at a time and she felt something being put around her ankles.

Davinia then felt a pair of panties being taken up her legs. I wonder what they look like, and what is the outfit that Mistress Heaton plans to put me in. She felt what seemed to be a leather cuff being placed around each ankle and buckled firmly before hearing a click. That would be padlocks at a guess. There was a third click, suggesting that the two cuffs were now attached by another padlock. Another pair of cuffs was placed around her legs, just below her knees and padlocked together.

She felt the rope around her right arm being removed and then the left arm rope was untied. “Put your arms out in front of you.” Adele ordered. Davinia did as she was instructed, placing her arms out straight. She felt a dress being taken up her arm and then put over her body. The dress is very short and it doesn’t even seem to cover my bottom. A pair of leather cuffs were placed around Davinia’s wrists and locked into place, followed by a pair just below her elbows.

A thin stick was put into Davinia’s hands. “It’s time to reveal your new occupation, my slave.” The sleep mask was removed from Davinia’s eyes, and she opened them to see a feather duster in her hands. Then she looked down at her outfit and gasped.

OMG! Mistress Heaton has turned me into a French Maid!

Order An Intruder Part 25

Patricia sat down facing Davinia, with her legs astride the chair. She then placed her arms around the captive girl in a warm embrace, before gently kissing Davinia’s sealed lips. Davinia kissed back in response as much as she could.

After a few minutes, Patricia pulled back and gently caressed Davinia’s hair. “I have a beautiful, sexy girl tied to a kitchen chair. Is there any better way to spend a Sunday morning?” Davinia blushed as Patricia nuzzled her cheeks and softly stroked her shoulders. It’s almost like Patricia is trying to be romantic with me. Does she find me genuinely attractive, or is she just toying with me? Davinia shivered with pleasure as Patricia planted sweet little kisses on her neck.

The kisses moved up to Davinia’s cheek as she felt a soft caress going up and down her arms. “I love pleasuring a poor captive, but it arouses me greatly to see her in torment and being made to struggle. I hope you can forgive me for doing these things to you. I think though that you like my tormenting you as it demonstrates that you are truly helpless.” Davinia nodded at these comments. Most of the time when I am made to suffer by you, it is to build me up for pleasure anyway. Then the kisses were being landed on Davinia’s shoulders. “Have you ever seen yourself while you are helpless?” Davinia shook her head. I have only seen myself in the reflections of a mirror occasionally, so I haven’t experienced that.

“Now, I think that it might be interesting for you to see what you look like in bondage.” Patricia walked out of the kitchen and walked back in, holding up a video camera. Instantly, Davinia protested and struggled as much as she possible could against her bonds, embarrassed at the idea of being recorded on tape like a bondage model.

“That’s it, keep struggling, my captive. You are putting on a wonderful dance for the camera. You do know that there is no escape for you.” Davinia continued to fight futilely as the camera was recording her attempt for freedom.

After a few minutes, Patricia stopped recording and lowered the camera, and Davinia halted in her struggles. “I’ll just rewind the movie, so that you can watch it on the screen.” Patricia flipped out the little LCD viewer as the tape was taken back to the beginning, and walked over to Davinia. The screen was positioned so that the bound girl would be able to see and listen to the video, and Patricia pressed the play button.

Davinia was shocked as she watched the video of her complaining and struggling to escape. Viewing her own actions was leaving her breathless and excited, plus there was another feeling that she quickly became aware of.

She was being aroused by watching herself in bondage!

When the playback finished, Davinia looked up at Patricia with a flushed look. “It’s clear that you enjoyed looking at yourself on the tape. In fact, you couldn’t even take your eyes off it.” Davinia’s cheeks went crimson at this point, knowing that her captor was correct. “As you like it so much, I’m going to set the camera up to record our antics. I think that you would enjoy this very much.” Davinia nodded, with feelings that mixed anticipation and worry. Patricia brought in a large black bag from the hallway, and from it produced a cable and a collapsible tripod. The tripod was set in a position that was 45 degrees to Davinia’s right, and the camera was placed on top of it. Then one end of the cable was plugged into the back of the camera, and the other end was plugged into the wall.

Patricia switched on the camera. “Now my slave, let’s torment you a little for the camera.” She walked over to a little bag and picked it up, before walking over to Davinia and showing her the contents. The girl struggled and screamed at what she saw in the bag, and Patricia smiled at her captive’s consternation. Spring clothes pegs! Patricia is going to use spring clothes pegs on me! Where is she going to put them?! She looked down and saw that there were two very obvious places for a start.

“Yes, my slave, you know where these little pegs are going to be placed.” Patricia put the bag of pegs on the chair between Davinia’s thighs. That location does not look good, it may give Patricia some ideas and I really wouldn’t like the pegs being put on me there. “Let’s get the first peg on you, my pretty girl.” Patricia said, picking up one of the plastic pegs. She massaged and pressed Davinia’s right breast gently, as if looking for a spot.

Davinia braced herself for the pain that was to come. If I try to struggle, all I am going to do is cause myself more pain. By holding still, I can make the experience less unpleasant. Patricia moved her left hand along the mound of Davinia’s right breast. At the far right she gently pinched the flesh, making a slight bulge, before opening the white peg. Davinia whimpered a little as she waited for the inevitable pain that was to assault her senses.

“MMMMMM!” she cried as the peg bit into her breasts, causing her to pull against her bonds and throw her head back. I wasn’t prepared for that! It’s dying down to a dull, throbbing pain, but this will be just the first. “You are a very brave slave, you will be able to endure the other pegs.” Other pegs? Just how many Am I going to have on my helpless body?

Patricia picked up a second peg with her left hand, pinched the skin with her right, and put the second peg to the left of the first one. Davinia screamed and strained again as her right breast was cruelly pinched. A third and a fourth peg was used to torment the bound and gagged captive, to whom every new peg was a fresh jolt of pain and a reminder of her genuine helplessness.

“Half way on the first breast, my sweet slave.” Patricia commented with a smile. Half way? That means there will be another four on my right breast and eight more on my left! I’m going to pass out long before Patricia is finished ‘pegging’ me.

Patricia put a fifth peg onto the mound of Davinia’s right breast, just to the right of her nipple, which brought out another gasp from the captive. Three more pegs followed in quick succession, and Davinia at last felt relieved that it was half over.

“I’ll give you a minute to relax, my cute captive. Then we have part two.” Davinia tried to rest as much as she could, but the knowledge of what was to happen next made it impossible. I think this rest is just to torment me even more. She did notice something unusual, along with the pain, almost a sense of pleasure and another sensation. Could that be adrenaline and endorphin again? Is Patricia trying to make me high with this? If this is true then I should start to feel- Yes, it’s there! Davinia squirmed a little in her ropes as she felt the faint stirrings of arousal in her womanhood.

“I see that the pegs are having their special effect on you, my little painslut.” Davinia blushed in her embarrassment as Patricia saw right through her. Patricia’s teasing me for ‘enjoying’ this, but she seems to understand me. She probably knows my limits better than I do. “I think that I should take my time with the left breast, so that you get the full benefit from each peg.” Patricia picked up a peg with her right hand and pressed the right side of Davinia’s left breast between index finger and thumb.

“MMMMMMMMM!” was the reaction as the peg crushed the mound of Davinia’s breast. That hurt, but it subsided even faster than before. I hope that I don’t get addicted to this. Patricia slowly and carefully bit into Davinia’s breast with the second peg, but Davinia was more prepared for this and didn’t cry out so much.

“You really are getting used to this, my girl. I think I should speed up.” Peg after peg was placed on Davinia’s left breast, until the numbers of pegs on each breast matched. Davinia was squirming as each peg was applied to her tender skin and she only managed to relax a little after Patricia had finished.

“You look very helpless like that, my wonderful captive.  Your breasts give the impression of being a piano keyboard, and you know what a person does with a piano keyboard.” Davinia realised what Patricia was referring to and shook her head furiously. No! Don’t! Please Patricia, don’t do it, it’ll hurt like never before! Please, I’ll do anything you want! She watched in horror as Patricia curled up her right index finger and moved it randomly below the pegs on her right breast…

“MMMMGGGGGGMMM!” Davinia screamed as Patricia flicked up one of the pegs using her index finger. The pain had barely subsided when another peg was flicked, causing the girl to cry out again in her suffering. Every few seconds a random peg was being flicked, inflicting more pain on Davinia, who could only sit and scream.

Patricia stopped flicking the pegs, giving Davinia a chance of relief. “You can have two minutes rest, so that you can recover a little. This also means that it will hurt more when I start ‘playing you’ again.” Davinia looked up at Patricia, whimpering slightly as her breasts throbbed. I truly hope that Patricia will make it up to me after this. This is very painful, and I think that it is going to get worse.. After the two minutes were over, Patricia sat on the front edge of the chair facing Davinia, and spread her fingers out over the pegs like a musician about to play a piano.

Davinia screamed out as she experienced the pain from having the pegs pressed down. “I like this composition, Davinia. It’s called ‘Sonata for Dominatrix and Slave in Scream Major’ I think that you will find it interesting.” Even though she was crying out from the torment of her breasts, Davinia still managed to roll her eyes and groan. That’s terrible! Not only are you torturing me with clothes pegs, but you even resort to a pun like that? It’s not even original, and you’ve stolen it from Barbarella!

Davinia struggled and pulled as the pegs continued to go up and down, with the torment seeming like it would never end. It did stop though, and Davinia slumped in her bonds, hoping that it was the end.

“It’s not over yet, my sweet, sweet girl. This is just another break. I think that my piano needs retuning.” Davinia knew that more was in store for her and that there was no way to prevent it. “Don’t worry, after I have finished with the pegs, you can have lots of orgasms. Would you like that?” Davinia nodded as she could feel herself becoming more aroused whenever she felt a rush.

Patricia picked up two more pegs, and Davinia looked in shock as she knew exactly where they were going to be placed. She begged and shook her head, but knew in her heart that this was a futile gesture and watched as an open peg was positioned over her right nipple. She hadn’t stopped reacting to the pain from the first peg when the second one went onto her left nipple, making her pain worse.

“You can have a moment to catch your breath, as the pain can be a little overwhelming.” Patricia moved her right hand down and softly caressed Davinia’s womanhood, and the captive moaned as the pleasure mixed with her pain, confusing her feelings. “That’s a taster of things to come, my girl.” The caresses continued for a minute, and Davinia was feeling frustrated when they stopped.

“Now to do a little retuning.” Patricia said, reaching for one of the pegs on Davinia’s left breast as the girl shook her head. A peg was firmly grasped and then pulled, eliciitng the usual result. Then the peg was twisted, inflicting further suffering. Patricia picked another peg at random, and Davinia was wondering when this was ever going to end. Patricia hasn’t even touched the two main pegs and that is really going to hurt. More pegs were chosen, and Davinia’s torture was as strong as ever.

“It’s time to turn to the important part.” Patricia said, reaching for the two pegs attached to Davinia’s nipples…

Davinia screamed louder than she ever had during that morning as her nipples were pulled and twisted by her relentless captor. The pegs were released, only to be twisted and pulled.  After about thirty seconds, this stopped, only to start again after another half-minute had passed.

After two more rounds of tormenting, Patricia stopped. “I think that it’s time to take these off, Davinia. “You have suffered enough for the time being. I can take the pegs off your breasts slowly, but you will hurt for a lot longer so-“ Davinia was caught by surprise as Patricia quickly opened and pulled a peg off with each hand, before going to the next two. It was very painful for Davinia and she cried out, but in seconds all of the pegs were removed, except for the ones one her breasts.

Patricia then kissed and soothed the mounds of Davinia’s breasts, bringing relief to her body. That feels so good after the torment that I have suffered. She noticed that her arousal had increased still further as her relief continued. After several minutes Patricia said “I’m going to remove the pegs from your nipples, my slave. It is going to hurt, so prepare yourself.” Davinia gripped the legs of the chair with her hands and tensed herself as Patricia gently took hold of the pegs.

“MMMMGGGGMMMMMMMMM!” was the cry from Davinia as the pegs were opened. That was done as gently as possible, but it hurt more than when they were put on me. She moaned as her nipples were softly massaged by Patricia, who then kissed and sucked them, bringing further relief. After what Patricia has done to me, this feels so pleasurable and erotic.

Patricia finally stopped and kissed Davinia on her gagged lips. “I’m going to remove your gag, my slave. Open your mouth when I take the tape off.” The strip of tape covering Davinia’s lips was pulled off and she opened her mouth so that the sponge ball could be removed. Patricia then kissed Davinia on the lips passionately and was kissed back with just as much vigour. Patricia’s tongue entered the captive’s mouth and became intertwined with Davinia’s tongue, locking the two together.

The kissing went on for some time, until Patricia drew back. “Do you want your orgasms now, my sexy slut?” she asked of the bound girl.

“Yes, Mistress Heaton, I would very grateful if you would be so kind as to pleasure me.” Davinia answered. At least I am being treated well in this respect. Mistress Heaton could torture me with denial all day long, and reduce me to a gibbering wreck.

Patricia stood up and picked up the peg bag, before picking up the pegs which had been dropped onto the floor.  The bag was then put to one side, before she went over and picked up the harness gag with the large red ball. “Open wide.” Davinia followed the instruction, the ball was inserted into her mouth, and the straps were buckled tightly. Davinia looked up and smiled at her captor, who smiled back and gave her captive a hug. “It’s nice when your slave gives you a smile, it really makes you feel warm.” Patricia walked over to the side and picked up a sleep mask. Davinia closed her eyes and the sleep mask was put over her face.

I wonder how I will get my orgasms. Will Mistress Heaton caress me or will she use a vibrator. Davinia felt rope being tied around the top of her right thigh, and then another length of rope being wrapped around her left thigh. A moment later, she felt something being pressed against her womanhood before being moved slightly. I hope that she doesn’t practice denial on me, I’m aroused enough as it is after my earlier torment.

The sleep mask was removed from Davinia’s face, she opened her eyes and looked down at the Hitachi Wand that was tied into position by the ropes around her thighs.

“Time for you to enjoy some pleasure, my sweet.” Patricia plugged the vibrator into the wall and switched it on at the mains. Davinia moaned as the device danced on her womanhood and she squirmed with the limited movement that she could use.

“I think you should have a few minutes on low first, after all, you have been through a lot and you should take a little time.” Davinia’s body quivered as her arousal increased due to the sensation being given to her.

Patricia soon came back over and switched the Wand to a higher setting. Davinia felt the effect on her immediately as the shaking of her womanhood took her closer to the orgasm that she wanted. A minute later, Patricia switched the device to its highest setting, and Davinia was straining herself from the pleasure she was receiving. Patricia walked over to one of the other chairs and sat down, watching Davinia enjoy her feelings.

“MMMMMMMMMM!” cried Davinia, this time from joy as her orgasm went through her body, causing her to shake and quiver. When she came back down from her pleasure, she realised that her arousal was already starting to build towards its peak. It seems like Patricia is giving me two for the price of one. That’s uncommonly generous of her.

After a few more minutes, the arousal in Davinia had built up so much that she quaked and shuddered as she enjoyed another orgasm. I’m feeling a bit weaker after that one, so I hope Patricia switches the Wand off. She was puzzled as to why Patricia was sitting down, and had not come over to switch the device off.

Davinia looked questioningly at Patricia, who responded. “I promised you lots of orgasms, and that is precisely what you are going to get. The Wand is staying on for a while, so enjoy yourself.” It took a moment for Patricia’s word to sink in, but then Davinia gave another shocked look. You’re going to leave this on? Have you ever felt this in action over time? The orgasms are joy, but they are also torture. OMG! That’s what you want! You give me orgasms and at the same time, I will be tormented. Talk about killing with kindness.

Davinia struggled wildly against her bonds but moved very little, and she cried and pleaded as she could feel her third orgasm approaching…