Kelly pressed a button on the remote control. The carousel slide
projector clicked and whirred as it spun around, dropping the next
slide into position. Her modestly furnished lounge was lit solely
by the projector, particles of dust floating in the air illuminated
in the light's path.
Evie squeezed her hand gently as she took in the sight of another
of her creations. The photo showed two women. One had brown eyes
and brown hair, and was dressed in an elegant dress. The other woman
was slightly smaller, and had curly hair. She was wearing a sheer
body stocking, over the top of which she was wearing a steel chastity
belt with attached thigh cuffs keeping her legs close together. Her
breasts were similarly encased in a gleaming metal bra, two shining
hemispheres clinging to her chest and reflecting the room around
her. A metal collar was locked around her neck, with various
symmetrical chains running down her body between the devices.
"I wish I looked that attractive," whispered Evie.
Kelly turned to face her guest, studying her long, curly hair, her
beauty spots and most of all those deep brown eyes she had found
herself getting lost in when they'd met at a munch the previous
weekend. Her cute, feminine appearance gave no hint that she was
even a lesbian, let alone a submissive bondage fanatic. Kelly knew
all too well that looks could be deceiving, but Evie's naive facade
was enticing.
"You're kidding me, right?" No matter how many exquisite young women
Kelly slept with, their innocence still amazed her, if innocence was
the right word for it. Sure, most were like Evie in that they
practically begged her to practice her art on them, tying them up
and then teasing them into a frenzy. An unsettling amount of them
had a certain naivete about them, though, like they thought everyone
else was better than them. Like they couldn't measure up to some
consensually agreed upon standards that the world had. Kelly shook
her head playfully in disbelief. It was just a lack of experience,
was all, and _that's_ what she could help them with, one beautiful
young woman at a time.
"Don't pretend you can even _compare_ me to her," insisted Evie.
"Oh, I can and I will," disagreed Kelly. "So will you, in time.
But first, do you want to have some fun?" She slid open the chest
of drawers beside her couch and pulled out a muzzle gag. Evie's
eyes lit up at the sight of the restraint dangling from Kelly's hand
in front of her. "Here, put this on," she suggested, handing it to
her.
"Right now?" asked Evie, her voice uncertain.
"Right now." Kelly smiled at her reassuringly as she knelt in front
of the chest of drawers, rummaging through its other contents. "Oh,
and you'll need to strip, too. You're a size eight, right?"
Evie nodded as she turned the gag around in her hands, working out
which way up it was and where everything went. She fumbled with it
excitedly, letting the familiar slippery texture of tasteless rubber
fill her mouth once more as she fastened all its buckles around her
head, making the straps cling tightly to her soft skin.
Kelly smiled at her for a second, savouring the sight of her prominent
cheekbones and bright eyes. Something about those deep brown eyes
seemed to be begging her, hinting at a deep, unfulfilled longing.
She pictured the luscious, full lips now hidden beneath the smooth
layer of thick fabric, prised apart by the rubber invading her mouth.
Evie unzipped her calf tie wedge boots and placed them on the soft
carpeted floor next to the sofa before unzipping her mini dress.
She slid it off and folded it up next to her boots. She took off
her tights, cursing herself for not having the confidence to wear
stockings, and placed them neatly on the pile, followed by her plain
black bra and knickers.
"Here, try this on," suggested Kelly as she threw a black spandex
leotard at her. It landed softly on her head, filling her nostrils
with the aroma of potpourri. She obediently slid it on and started
to zip it up, struggling to fasten the zip all the way up her back.
"Let me help," said Kelly as she walked behind Evie. She carefully
straightened the fabric at the back of the leotard before zipping
it fully shut, then walked in front of Evie, stepping back to admire
the result. For a second she paused to take in the breathtaking
sight of Evie wearing nothing but a smooth muzzle gag and skintight
clothing. The leotard gripped her body, accentuating the beautiful
curves of her waist while emphasising her smooth thighs and ample
cleavage with its revealing shape. She grinned at her guest.
"Perfect."
Kelly grabbed a leash and a handful of padlocks. She locked the
muzzle gag in place first, then locked the D-ring sticking out of
Evie's gag to the leash, letting the handle fall to the floor with
a thud. Lastly, she took out something Evie hadn't seen before. It
consisted of two metal bars welded together in a rigid X shape, with
a locking cuff at each of its four corners. Kelly quickly locked
it into place around Evie's wrists and ankles, forcing her to lie
down on her side, her back arched slightly.
"Comfortable?" Kelly grinned down at her captive audience. Evie
nodded enthusiastically, looking up at her with those big brown eyes.
"Good." Taking Evie's leash in one hand, and holding the remote
control in the other, Kelly continued with her slideshow.
The next photo showed the dominant woman sitting down on Kelly's
sofa, still fully dressed, while the submissive woman went down on
her. The domme seemed completely unphased by the other woman eating
her out, as if she was carrying on a conversation as she held her
head in place.
"They were great fun," reminisced Kelly wistfully. "Megan, the one
in the dress, made her slave eat her out while I used up two whole
rolls of film capturing the act. Annie or Amy or something, I think
her name was. Then she made her eat me out after that, though I
don't have any photos of that. The weird thing is that we got into
a conversation about going down on women, and she told me
matter-of-factly that she was straight. Apparently having a pet
slavegirl and making her lick you out every other night doesn't count
as lesbianism for some women." Kelly shook her head again. "Still,
her slave was pretty good at what she did. I guess she got a lot
of practice."
Kelly looked down at her latest beautiful conquest. "Aroused yet?"
Evie nodded, gazing up into her with longing eyes. "Do you want my
permission to have an orgasm?" Another enthusiastic nod.
"Don't go anywhere," teased Kelly as she rolled the projector's
screen back into the ceiling. She turned the lights back on, letting
Evie squint in the brightness, unable to shield her eyes. She fetched
her camera and tripod and started to casually set them up.
Evie let out a half-hearted protest, a small whine that was easily
muffled by her muzzle gag as she squirmed around on the carpet.
"Don't worry, you'll get your orgasm soon enough." Kelly fastened
the camera to the tripod and set up the studio flash kit - a large,
reflective umbrella. "I'm sure you won't mind me taking a few photos
of you having it, of course, for posterity."
Evie's squirming became more frantic as she struggled to break free
from the X-bar, but it was futile. The rattling of her leash only
served to remind her of her place, as Kelly's worthless fuck toy.
She moaned again, a more convincing protest, but Kelly ignored her.
"There," said Kelly at last. "All set up."
Evie looked up at Kelly with large, pleading eyes as she let out a
stream of muffled protests. It was no use. Everything she did,
every contortion and every grunt, only aroused Kelly even more. She
wasn't going to let her go until she'd completed another photoshoot.
Grinning down at her helpless captive, she grabbed her camera's
remote control and started taking pictures.
"That's perfect," encouraged Kelly. "Your eyes are beautiful, you
look so helpless and frustrated." Evie continued to grunt loudly as
she writhed around on the carpet, her leash rattling along the floor
beside her. "Would you like me to stop taking pictures of you now
and just give you that orgasm I promised you?"
Evie nodded again, moaning loudly.
"Well tough." Kelly walked up to her. "You have to earn it first.
Once I've taken a few more pictures, then I might give you what you
want so much." She knelt down and gently brushed her hand along
Evie's smooth cheek, savouring the power she had over her captive.
After taking several more photos of her guest squirming around, still
genuinely trying to free herself from her restraints as far as she
could tell, Kelly finally decided she'd earned her reward. She sat
down on the couch and took her shoes and socks off, leaving them
next to Evie's clothes.
Kelly walked back up to Evie and gripped her leash once more, leading
her into the position she wanted her in. "Come on, my little bondage
slut," she cooed. "I'll give you your reward right now if you just
get in shot properly behind me."
Evie looked up at the camera hesitantly.
"It's up to you if you want it or not," said Kelly as if she didn't
mind one way or the other. After only a brief pause, Evie obediently
wriggled into position. "Good girl, come on," encouraged Kelly as
she tugged on her leash.
Once she was sure the camera had a clear shot over her shoulder,
looking down at her helpless captive, Kelly made good on her promise.
She stuck her foot out.
Evie just stared up at her, her pleading eyes showing her confusion.
"Go on, then," said Kelly sternly. "I'm not going to hold this
position forever." She gently lowered her foot onto Evie's groin,
laughing as her naive young guest's facial expression turned from
confusion to disgust. Evidently, she felt insulted that she would
only be allowed to achieve her orgasm via dry humping Kelly's foot
- as if a cheap fuck toy deserved any better. The look on her face
as she realised what was happening was priceless. Kelly took a few
more photos to capture the beauty of the moment.
If it wasn't for Evie's otherwise innocent appearance, Kelly would
have sworn that the quick, muffled exclamation she shouted next was
a blunt insult.
"Fine, don't get a reward, then," said Kelly indifferently. She put
her foot back down on the soft carpet, dropped the leash with a
gentle chink and a thud, and walked back towards the camera, adjusting
its position slightly.
The next few moans seemed much more co-operative. She was pleading
again.
"Do you want your treat or not?" asked Kelly, running out of patience.
Very meekly, Evie nodded.
"Good girl," soothed Kelly as she walked back over to Evie and picked
her leash back up. She pressed her foot against Evie's groin again,
this time rubbing it slowly but firmly.
Evie gasped, closing her eyes, then moaned appreciatively as she
pushed her crotch as hard against Kelly's foot as she could manage.
"That's it," continued Kelly in her patronising, smooth tone of
voice. "Good girl." She took a few more photos, brief flashes of
light filling the room. "Keep going," she added as she lifted her
foot up a few centimetres.
With Kelly's foot hovering motionlessly above her groin, Evie worked
hard to shuffle down towards her and lift her crotch as high as she
could, only barely reaching it. She struggled to try and build the
steady rhythm back up, but it was no use. She couldn't lift her
groin up for long enough and trying to rub herself against Kelly's
foot was starting to wear her out.
"Aww, you look frustrated," observed Kelly.
Evie let out a loud noise that almost turned into sobbing.
"Would you like a hand?" suggested Kelly. Evie nodded vigorously.
"Wait right here," said Kelly as she put down the leash again and
went back to the chest of drawers.
Evie could make out the clanging of various restraints and devices
being shuffled back and forth, pressed against each other. After
what seemed like minutes, Kelly finally closed the drawer again and
made her way back into view. Evie's eyes widened in fear when she
saw the paddle in her hand.
"Don't worry," reassured Kelly, hitting the palm of her own hand
with the paddle for emphasis. She took another picture before picking
Evie's leash back up, grinning. "I'll be gentle."
Holding Evie's leash taut, Kelly knelt down in front of her and
started to very gently tap Evie's groin with the paddle, hitting the
soft fabric stretched tightly over her labia and mons venus. Enough
of the taps were directly above Evie's clit for her to close her
eyes again and moan in approval, and Kelly took the opportunity to
take a few more photos.
Taking great care not to actually hurt her, Kelly started to hit
Evie slightly harder with the paddle, administering stroke after
stroke as she savoured her look of total pleasure. Evie seemed to
be oblivious to the camera at last, her inhibitions finally taking
a back seat to her base desires. She was starting to forget her
pride and simply enjoy herself, becoming the mindless fuck toy Kelly
wanted her to be. Her moans grew more and more intense until suddenly
she writhed around, thrusting her hips uncontrollably. As Kelly put
down the paddle, Evie sighed in satisfaction, lying down on the
carpet, relaxed and worn out.
"Better?" asked Kelly. Evie moaned contentedly, her eyes closed and
her body limp. Kelly knelt over her, caressing her cheek once more
as she gazed down at her captured beauty. Reluctantly, she fetched
the keys to the padlocks.
Next Friday evening, Kelly looked out of her front door's peephole
to see Evie standing there, right on time. "Step back a bit, please,"
she commanded through the door. Evie looked around nervously before
stepping away from Kelly's door, giving her a better view of herself.
She was wearing another mini dress, this one pleated.
Kelly put the latch on and opened the door ajar. "Are you wearing
stockings this time?" she asked her returning guest.
Evie glanced around again. As she stared down at the floor, her
reply was barely more than a whisper. "Yes."
"Show me," demanded Kelly.
Evie briefly paused as she weighed up her options, then glanced down
the otherwise empty corridor again. She lifted up the bottom of her
pleated mini dress to give Kelly a glimpse of her garter belt and
matching lace briefs.
"OK." Kelly closed the door. After a brief pause, she opened it
again, a smile creeping across her face as she ushered her new toy
back inside her flat. It seemed almost a shame to inevitably discard
her one day like the other women she'd played with - she appeared
to be so nervous and innocent, not that those traits stopped her
from obeying even Kelly's most humiliating orders.
"I know what you came back for," said Kelly. "Take your boots off
and get down on your knees."
Evie didn't waste any time hesitating. She unzipped her boots,
placed them out of the way, and dropped to her knees, making an
effort to keep her back straight and look as self-respecting as was
possible under the circumstances.
Kelly rummaged around in the familiar chest of drawers, bringing out
two wrist-to-ankle cuffs which she quickly locked in place, forcing
Evie to keep her arms behind her.
The other item to emerge from Kelly's stash was a simple roll of
household duct tape. Evie swallowed hard as she wondered how painful
it would be if it were peeled off her skin. To her surprise, however,
Kelly didn't peel off any tape. She just left the reel lying next
to her boots on the floor.
Kelly pulled the familiar screen back down, turned off the lights,
and fired up the projector. "Let's see what else I can show you."
Evie took in the breathtaking sight of one beautiful submissive woman
after another, each one bound and proudly displaying herself for
Kelly in her lounge, often right where she was kneeling.
Suddenly Evie felt a tugging at her groin. She looked down to see
Kelly's hands creeping out from under her dress, stretching her
briefs taut. "What are you doing?" she asked, giggling.
"Face the screen," demanded Kelly sternly, ignoring her question.
Evie obediently looked back up at the looming image of the spandex
clad woman on the screen. The tugging continued, then there were
two metallic snipping sounds and her briefs stopped pulling at her.
She fought the urge to look down again, instead trying to focus on
the helpless woman in the photo.
Kelly walked in front of Evie, then squatted down in front of her.
With one swift motion, she lifted up her dress again and pulled off
her briefs, turning them inside out and wrapping them up into a
little ball. She placed them under her nose, inhaling deeply as she
closed her eyes for a second. "My, you _are_ a wet little bondage
slut," she declared, a big grin on her face. "Open," she ordered.
It took a second for Evie to understand the request. She opened her
mouth, and before she had time to raise an objection, Kelly stuffed
her underwear inside her, quickly wrapping a generous measure of
duct tape around her head to ensure it stayed in place. Kelly cut
the tape with her teeth and rubbed the end of Evie's makeshift gag
firmly against her mouth, making sure no part of it would even
slightly begin to come loose. "There," she declared, "much better.
Conversation never was your forte, dear." She patted Evie on the
head.
Evie moaned in mock disapproval, getting into the role of the helpless
victim of Kelly's desires.
Kelly walked back around, behind Evie again. This time, Evie could
hear the click of a plastic tube followed by a squidgy noise like
someone placing toothpaste on a brush. She tried to turn around,
but she couldn't see what was Kelly was doing.
"Face the screen," demanded Kelly again. "And spread your legs
further apart, like a good little slut."
Awkwardly, Evie swayed from side to side as she shuffled her legs
apart. She looked back up at the image of one of the other submissive
women and felt herself getting even more wet, knowing she'd let
herself be used by Kelly in exactly the same way. Suddenly, she let
out a surprised gasp. A well lubricated finger, then two, suddenly
slid into her dripping wet pussy. She couldn't help herself as she
tried to look back at Kelly.
"Turn around and look at the screen, or I'll unzip your cute little
dress and put nipple clamps on you," insisted Kelly.
Evie turned around quickly, facing forwards and looking up again.
She'd never been into the pain aspect of BDSM the way she enjoyed
being tied, and the threat worked well on her.
"Just enjoy the show, my cheap little fuck toy," suggested Kelly.
As the projector clicked and whirred again, the image was replaced
with another one, this time depicting a woman covered head-to-toe
in a spandex Zentai catsuit with an opening over her mouth, which
was prised open with a ring gag. She wore a black denim straitjacket
and knee-high lace-up black boots over the top of the catsuit.
"_She_ was fun," recalled Kelly. "I forget her name. Obedient
little slut who brought her own clothes and restraints. There's
nothing quite like the pleasure of having a gaping mouth waiting at
your beck and call. I ended up using the same leash on her that I
used on you, only with a collar. That way I led her around the place
even though she couldn't see where she was going. Come to think of
it, I could have invited Shannon around and made her service her.
She's one of my domme friends. This pathetic creature probably
wouldn't even have noticed it wasn't me." Kelly sighed wistfully.
"Damn, I never thought of that until now."
Evie whimpered, the undignified fingerfucking she was receiving from
behind almost sending her over the edge. She wasn't that experienced
yet, and being treated like a pet animal rather than an equal lover
was still enough to arouse her just as much as the physical sensation
of being fingered.
"Don't come yet," ordered Kelly. "You have to ask for my permission.
Can you do that, can you hold it in?"
Evie's uncertain moans suggested she'd try but had little or no
experience in trying to delay her orgasms. Kelly decided to speed
up her slideshow. "Hold it in, just a little longer," she said,
quickly making her way through half a dozen pictures of other
submissive women in various vulnerable poses. "I hadn't counted on
you being so easy." Seemingly endless photos of bound women followed
one another on the screen as Kelly sped up the slideshow. "Here we
go," she said finally.
Evie stared up at the picture. She couldn't believe what she was
looking up at: a practically life-sized photo of herself, leash
extending all the way from her muzzle gag to Kelly's hand, and a
foot placed unceremoniously on her groin. In context, she somehow
looked better than she'd imagined she would. The leotard clung
tightly around her body, showing off her curves, while her pleading
eyes looked up at Kelly with a genuine look of both fear and disgust.
"There you are, my little fuck toy," declared Kelly. "See what an
adorable little bondage slut you are? You make such a good pet.
Look at how obedient and well-trained you are. I showed some of
these photos to Shannon yesterday, and she said she wanted to use
you next. You'll go down a treat with my friends, trust me."
Evie tried to shout in protest, but Kelly sped up her fingers' rhythm,
taking away the little opportunity Evie had to ignore how much she
was enjoying being penetrated in such a humiliating position. Only
a faint whimper escaped her. She whimpered again and again, building
up to stronger moans before she finally made a noise that sounded
like a question, a request.
"Yes, you may come, my cheap little pet." Kelly fucked her harder,
her fingers penetrating her deeper and deeper. Within seconds, Evie
was shaking violently. Kelly dropped the projector's remote control
and grabbed Evie's waist with one hand, still fucking her with the
other. She didn't let her escape the motion of her fingers for even
a second as she writhed around with pleasure.
Once Evie's writhing finally stopped, Kelly withdrew her fingers,
holding them in front of Evie's face. "There," she said. "Smell
what a cheap little fuck toy you are."
Evie obediently smelled the gooey mess of liquids that clung to
Kelly's fingers, only barely managing to keep from falling over in
an exhausted heap.
"Was it OK for you, my little pet?" asked Kelly.
Evie nodded vigorously, letting out a contented sigh.
"Good." Kelly smiled. "Don't get too comfortable resting, you're
going to have to do a lot tonight to return the favour. I'm not as
easy as you are, you eager little slut."
Evie had assumed the session would end when she climaxed, but she
nodded obediently. She was turned on by the idea of servicing dommes
even more than she was by satisfying her own physical needs, although
she'd never been made to service anyone after having her own post
orgasmic chill before. She hoped it would still be as fun to do
even if she wasn't in subspace as she was doing it. Who was she
kidding? It would probably send her back to subspace anyway. She
hoped Kelly would think she was good enough to deserve another orgasm
of her own afterwards.
"Anyway, I think I proved my point," said Kelly finally. "I _can_
compare you to those other women, and you shape up quite well in the
comparison."
Evie smiled. She wanted to hug Kelly, although she didn't want to
risk being disobedient by trying to wriggle her way up to her.
Hugging was impossible in the wrist-to-ankle cuffs anyway.
"Now let me get myself a coffee and I'll see about putting you in a
much more photogenic position," said Kelly. "Don't go anywhere."
Evie wouldn't have gone anywhere even if she could have. She was
exactly where she wanted to be. As she carefully let herself fall
onto her side, she grinned contentedly from ear to ear.