Forever Bound. Elizabeth Coldwell

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      The vibrator felt super-smooth, and it picked up pussy juice as it circled me, spreading that slick stuff all around. I couldn’t believe how wet I’d become, but bondage always did that for me. The second I felt a smooth, thick rope against my flesh, I was ready. My breasts tingled and my pussy throbbed.

      ‘You should see how red your clit looks right now.’ Madeline pressed the head of her fake cock just inside my hole, just enough that I could feel its vibrations riding up toward my apex. If I hadn’t been tied in knots, I would have thrashed about, maybe even knocked myself off the desk.

      There were so many reasons to love being bound. One of the best, aside from giving over personal power to another human being, was the sensation in my muscles when I fought my ties and lost.

      ‘Is your pussy tight?’ Madeline asked. She could obviously feel my resistance.

      ‘Yes.’ I hugged the vibe with my pussy muscles to show her just how tight I was.

      ‘And how does your pussy taste?’ she asked as she forced the fake cock deep inside my cunt. ‘Is your pussy sweet?’

      Was Madeline going to try it? Oh, I’d give anything to be licked by that woman!

      ‘It’s sweet,’ I said. ‘Sweet like honey. Want a taste?’

      Something smacked my breast – an open hand? – and my nipple clamps dug into my flesh. My body sizzled, inside and out. I shrieked. I couldn’t help it.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ I told her. ‘I shouldn’t have offered. I shouldn’t have assumed.’

      She chuckled, and it put me at ease that Madeline hadn’t spanked my tits in anger. It was simply a punishment, and one I rightly deserved.

      ‘I’m not going to taste your pussy,’ she said.

      I couldn’t mask my disappointment, and I earned myself another tit-slap that way. The clamps bit down on my nipples, and that pain throbbed in my clit. It hurt so much I screamed, but not so much that I gave her the red light.

      Suddenly my pussy was empty and the vibrator was forcing its way between my lips. I’d never had a vibe in my mouth before. I’d sucked a strap-on dildo once, down on my knees, giving it the best blowjob I could manage, but this was different. The strong vibrations made my teeth rattle, but I sucked until my lips went numb.

      ‘Tell me how your pussy tastes,’ Madeline cooed. Her deep, sensual voice was one of her most attractive features. It tied my belly in knots.

      ‘Tastes good,’ I said around the thick vibe.

      She shoved the cock in a little deeper, coating my throat with the heavy musk of my pussy. I tried not to gag. I wanted her to know I could take just about anything.

      That’s when I heard the squeal of the door. On a gust of wind, I could smell Diana’s lilac perfume and without thinking I blurted her name. Of course, my voice was muffled by the vibrating cock lodged in my throat, but I could feel Madeline’s tension as she turned.

      Even blindfolded, I could see everything that passed between them. I felt every little moment, every drop of pain and desperation. Poor Diana! I felt just awful that she’d walked in on this scene. Even if their relationship was well and truly over, they obviously still loved each other.

      ‘I’m sorry!’ I cried around the buzzing cock, but the door closed and there was only quiet. When Madeline took the clamps off my nipples and the vibrator out of my mouth, I said it again. ‘I’m sorry.’

      ‘There’s no need,’ Diana said, and I would have jumped if I hadn’t been bound at every angle. She’d closed the door, but stayed in the room. Of course – I could smell her perfume, even sweeter now.

      Madeline told her to sit, and I felt Diana’s energy move lower. Her knees cracked as she bent all the way down. ‘Stay silent,’ Madeline said. ‘Be good and I’ll give you a treat.’

      It was strange, imagining my strict choirmaster under anyone’s thumb, but there she was on the floor, playing puppy to Madeline. I hadn’t felt weird about Madeline seeing me naked, but my tummy tossed when I pictured Diana staring up at my body bound in black ropes. Was she looking between my legs, or gawking at my tits? Or was she gazing adoringly at Madeline? That’s what I’d have been doing, if it were me.

      ‘Have you ever used a pussy pump, Eva?’

      A pussy pump? ‘No, never.’

      ‘Diana,’ she said. ‘Find it.’

      While my choirmaster hunted through the bags, Madeline filled my throat with more soothing water. I loved this part of submission. I loved being able to count on someone to take care of my basic needs, physical and emotional.

      Diana pulled something from a bag and Madeline gasped. ‘Ooh, yes, put that on, Diana. Did you find the pump?’

      ‘Right here.’

      Madeline made a sound like ‘mmmm’ and I got so excited my muscles all started to twitch. She laughed, throaty and dark, as she cupped the pussy pump over my mound.

      ‘This usually works better on a shaved pussy, but we’ll try it out just to see.’

      Diana chuckled in the background, and I felt so ashamed of my hair I wanted to run and hide. No luck. I was stuck there on that desk. I’d given myself over to Madeline and she could do whatever she wanted with me now.

      ‘What does it look like?’ I asked, because I knew so little about pussy pumps.

      ‘The cup looks quite like an anaesthetist’s mask, except the plastic is entirely clear and it covers your cunt, not your mouth.’ Madeline’s frigid lust filled me as she spoke. ‘Diana will hold it in place while I pump, and that will draw your flesh into the cup like a vacuum.’

      I heard the pump wheeze in Madeline’s hand a few times before I felt any suction. My knees were beginning to ache from being locked in this awkward position, but I wouldn’t complain. I focused on the pressure my favourite composer was generating between my open legs. It seemed more like a dream than real life.

      Either my choirmaster was pressing the cup harder against my mound, or the suction from the pump was taking hold. Ooh, yes, I could feel it now. Every time Madeline squeezed the pump and it made that stifled wheezing sound, my pussy felt more pressurised. It was sort of like getting my clit sucked, except the pump acted on more than just my clit. The cup encompassed my entire mound, all the way around my fleshy pussy lips. I imagined this was how it felt to get sucked by an Amazon, one so huge she could stretch her lips all the way over my cunt.

      ‘Her pussy’s getting so red!’ Diana cried, even though Madeline had told her to stay silent.

      Madeline didn’t chastise her for speaking, but merely asked, ‘Can you feel it, Eva? Does it feel good?’

      ‘Yes,’ I panted. The slow sucking was catching up with me, and I could feel an orgasm swirling at the base of my belly. The pump wasn’t familiar, but it was certainly effective.

      ‘Tell Eva how her pussy looks now,’ Madeline told Diana.

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