This story was initially stimulated by a friendship which began on the Literotica Bulletin Boards some years ago.
Sweet Bee
began her tale of new friends after discovering online that some minds truly think alike:
You've come over to watch the new video I'd discovered, they didn't have a copy of "Kimberly, Princess of Pain" in your town, so on a whim I'd invited you to see it with me.
"Come on over, but dress casual, the AC is on the fritz, and the house won't cool down for a while."
It was an unusually hot day so I had the drapes and windows open in the bedroom to let the night air in, you could see out into the back yard and just make out the apartments behind the house. I knew with lights on inside the bedroom my anonymous neighbors would be able to make out what was happening inside so I had all the lights off and just the television on.
I share the house with my twenty-something daughter who comes and goes unexpectedly, so watching this kind of video in the family room was out of the question.
I know you fairly well, we've talked a million times on Literotica chat so I don't feel any need to be cautious around you even while watching Kimberly writhe in ecstasy as she is flogged. The woman is not acting, there are orgasms pulsing out of her on command. I've been quite turned on myself watching her.
Once you arrive, I led you directly to the back of the house. I'd had a lock installed on the bedroom door to maintain some privacy while indulging in my taste for kinky porn.
You have a teenage daughter yourself and you've made sure she doesn't know a thing about Daddy's penchant for a bit of bondage and domination. Our commitment to our children was a bond we'd shared online so I never thought twice about clicking the lock once you'd walked through the door before me.
The video proves as arousing for you as it has always been for me. We're both catching our breath as we watch Kimberly restrained in chains while she is brought to several orgasms. I realize my panties have become damp and my clit is throbbing in response to the imagery on the screen. I'm worrying that you'll catch my scent. Not sure how to handle that, I excuse myself to use the master bathroom which is 10 feet from the bed and beneath the loft which rises over the back third of the master suite.
While I am attempting to freshen up behind the bathroom door, you notice that there are matching hooks embedded in the beam which marks off the beginning of the loft's flooring. I've hung some small ferns there but they are designed to be removable for watering. Without hesitating you move the plants to the top of a bookshelf leaving the 3 foot sections of chains behind. It's obvious these were placed in response to the bondage fantasy I've carried around in my head since first viewing the video.
Although I would never admit it openly, you suspect that a bit of domination wouldn't be unwelcome after the arousing video. Luckily you have always been flexible. You're ready to improvise no matter what my overt invitation might have been.
"You know I've always wondered how this bondage thing would work outside of a dungeon," you mumble, as if to yourself.
I've come out of the bathroom flustered to find you staring up at the dangling chains.
"I hope you don't mind but I noticed you had these hooks installed for your plants. They got me thinking.. if I put some like them up in my bedroom at home, this might just work with my next play date. What do you think?"
Of course, I'm not sure how to reply, my heart is pounding so loudly I'd swear it was trying to jump out of my chest.
"Only thing, they seem a bit far apart. I'm not sure I could actually restrain someone safely like this. Could you possibly help me try out the placement since you're about the height of most of my play partners?"
I can't think of any reason to say no and tension between us is rising. I can't help notice something else is rising as well. Your comfortable shorts seem just a little less uncomfortable. I can barely get my response out.
"What would you like me to do?"
You smile knowingly into my eyes as you offer me a hand.
"How about this, princess,...grab one of these chains and just walk carefully towards the other. I'll help you grab ahold of the second one. Let's see if you can reach it, shall we?"
I'm not aware that you've noticed a set of locking silver bangles on the dresser and now have them in your pocket, looking for the right moment to link one around each wrist and attach it to these convenient chains. I wrap my hand around one chain and raise my left arm diagonally towards the beam. With your help I can just reach the other chain.
"Let me make this a little more comfortable by adding some slack. If you just slide your hand through here we can see if handcuffs would help."
Before I realize it, you've clicked the bracelet shut capturing both my wrist and a link in the right chain. I don't feel as tautly stretched as before so don't notice I'm restrained, not until you move quickly to my right hand and repeat your maneuver with the other silver bracelet.
Now it hits me. I won't be able to get out of this position without your help. My arms are firmly restrained. Those are the overhead bondage points I installed myself. All of a sudden, I remember the door is locked and I have good reason not to raise a fuss or draw attention to my plight.
You've already turned off the television but the memory of Kimberly's orgasmic moans is burned into my brain. To add to my arousal you begin lighting candles in the darkened room. I'm facing the window I'd left open to catch the cross breeze. Should anyone from the apartments happen to look over, I'd be backlit and fully on display.
You walk up behind me, whispering in my ear.
"You look so deliciously vulnerable, sweet princess."
I shudder at the reference to our amateur porn star, knowing I'm at your mercy entirely. Slowly you run your hands up my arms to my finger tips and down again, you lightly kiss and lick me on the neck. I start to sigh and moan. All of a sudden I feel weak with desire.
Your hands reach around and massage my breasts until I lean back against you. As you feel my nipples getting harder and harder, you suddenly reach up to the neckline of my Tshirt and rip it in half stripping me bare, exposing my naked quivering breasts.
"Oooooohhhhh" I moan as the night air hits me.
Your hands reach into your other pocket and before I can react, you have pulled my left nipple taut between thumb and forefinger and attached a clover clamp. As I gasp, you grasp my right nipple fastening the other clamp there. I bite my lower lip as you tighten each one just within the level you sense I can bear.
The chain which links the clamps dangles across my ribcage giving the slightest pull to my nipples. I moan as you lift it, pulling my nipples up, millimeter by millimeter, as I rise on my toes to follow that pull. I stand balanced this way for seconds before you release the chain and it drops down tugging my nipples downward. I gasp a little louder but lower my heels back down to the carpet.
"Good girl! "
You drop down before me and begin to massage the calves that were straining just a moment ago. It feels so good to have you rub the kinks out of the calves that I sigh contentedly.
Your hands slowly stroke their way up my inner thighs across the fronts of my spandex shorts. You use your hands to massage my quads as your thumbs stroke the inner thighs almost absentmindedly.
As I appear to relax under your hands you move to the backs of my thighs, massaging upwards towards my ass. Your stroking becomes firmer as you reach my ass and you massage each cheek independently of the other, working the muscles beneath the surface and pulling the cheeks apart and pushing them together.
My breathing has become shortened as you continue with your massage and gradually your fingertips hook over the waistband of my shorts and begin to lower them. Very slowly the cheeks you have been working are exposed.
You grasp the waistband and lower it very very slowly until the elastic is just barely covering the top of my pussy. I hear your belt as you slide it from your shorts. The sound makes me shudder in anticipation of your next move.
I feel your hand glide over my bare ass and without warning, you spank the left cheek firmly. I flinch and try to turn but you are too quick and my right cheek feels the impact of your hand as well. You stroke me again and murmur;
"There, there, that wasn't so bad was it?"
I nod but I know you still have the belt in your hand. I feel both disappointed and relieved as you walk around to face me.
"You need to help me now."
You lift the chain which links the clamps. I find it is long enough to just reach my lips if I don't move my head up any further.
"We don't want these in the way. Open your mouth and hold onto these until I tell you to let them go."
I think I know what you intend and so I hold the chain firmly between my lips to avoid any further demonstration of how vulnerable I am here. The pull is just barely perceptible.
You show me the belt you have been holding and take the end and slowly drag it between my breasts and then underneath each one. As you look steadily into my eyes, you begin to spank the sides of my breasts gently with your belt. The pause between a stroke against my right breast and against my left breast is imperceptible. Soon you are slapping the underside of each breast as well, working in a circle around each one. I start to feel a warmth building and long to feel even greater heat.
"Please..., " I whimper, "more."
You move around my breasts increasing the intensity of your spanking. I am so hot from the attention given to my breasts that I start to move my head back to expose myself further to the pleasure, The pull on the chain as I arch my neck higher, sends sparks directly to my clit and I begin to rock on my toes to the sound of your belt.
"Let go of the chain now!"
I moan loudly as I let it fall from my lips, its downward motion pulling on the clamps. Somehow that is longer enough to bring forth a gasp. As I drop the chain, you begin spanking the top sides of my breasts, gently but repeatedly without let up.
