Savannah All Tied Up

Led blindfolded and quivering into an unknown chamber of her host's mansion, Savannah began to have second thoughts (and third and fourth). What did she really know about this man? Except that he was enormously rich, handsome, and that they had shared one night of mind-blowing sex? It had been the next morning, her body pleasantly sated and feeling quite mellow, that he'd extended his shocking invitation. At first she had declined, but he had been so charming and persuasive, and after the night they shared she thought that perhaps there would be more of the same. After only another ten more minutes of discussion had she agreed.

And so here she was, in a huge mansion in the Connecticut countryside, blindfolded, her wrists manacled with slave bracelets. Her feet were yet unfettered. In her mind she tried to envision the room she might be entering. Her overactive imagination conjured medieval racks and assorted torture devices. Banishing those thoughts she told herself again that Michael had assured her she would not be harmed during this sexual encounter, or any others she chose to participate in over the weekend. Taking a deep calming breath, she forced herself to relax. This was supposed to be pleasurable, not torturous.

Michael's hands guided her into a chamber; she could tell because a blast of warm heat curled around her chilled body. Not five minutes ago he'd awoken her in her bed and told her the time was at hand. All she had on was a thin nightgown. She had not been allowed to don slippers or robe, and had been told that she would be warm again when they arrived at their destination. Savannah relaxed yet some more when she was eased down onto a soft surface. "One moment", said Michael. She felt him move away and heard the striking of a match, and then the soft floral odor of incense. She smiled now with anticipation.

He came back to her, gently bringing her to her feet, and they were walking again. Turning her, he grabbed her wrists. Hearing the rattling of keys, she thought that she would now be able to touch him. But as soon as her hands were free, he moved the left outward from her body and suddenly her left wrist was manacled once again. Gasping with shock, it was a few moments before she realized her other wrist was similarly restrained. "What's going on?" she squeaked. "It's all right", he replied, "you will not be harmed", and she was reassured. But then, in the next moment, she felt a tug, and then he was tearing her beautiful nightgown from her body, leaving her exposed. Before she could panic, he wrapped his arms around her and crooned in her ear, "Settle down". He held her a few more moments until she was once again calm.

He gently urged her legs apart, and manacled them apart as well. It was not at all uncomfortable; all the manacles were padded. His clothes rustled as he moved away, and she heard a drawer open and shut. Then he was back. A soft scent floated to her, the scent of berries. Michael's hands were upon her, rubbing oil into her neck, her shoulders, and back. Slowly he worked the oil into her skin, her muscles relaxed and supple, and she sighed her pleasure. His hands moved lower, and more oil was applied to her tight ass cheeks. He lifted and separated the full globes, and he worked the oil closer to her puckered hole. A finger slid into her, and she moaned. That dexterous finger worked in her anal passage, stroking fast and shallow, then slow and deep. A second, then third finger joined in, stretching her hole further, and finally accommodated a fourth finger. She was near full now, and she rolled her hips backwards, wanting those fingers to delve more deeply. Right then those fingers left her, and before she could groan with disappointment, she felt something much larger entering her ass.

At first she thought it might be his cock, but then he moved and he was before her, his chest hair rubbing her breasts. She realized he had inserted some sort of butt plug or dildo into her. She felt an elasticized rope wrap around the front to her belly, and heard a snap. He had secured it firmly to her, so it would not shift and be expelled. Again, she felt those hands on her rubbing oil into her skin. Along her collarbone, under her arms, and then spent an inordinate amount of time focused on her breasts. He squeezed them together, rubbing the two mounds together, and occasionally felt the flicker of his tongue tease her nipples. She sighed, she quivered, she moaned. She came! Just that easy, her body clenched and tightened, and exploded with pleasure. She heard Michael chuckle his approval at her orgasm, and smiled. She knew there would be more to come (pun intended), and eagerly looked forward to the next step.

Those magical hands continued their pleasurable work, now rubbing oil into her hips, along her flanks, and worked downward to her feet, completely ignoring the pleasure point between her legs. The wicked man was teasing her. No, why, he was torturing her! Her breathing turned rapid and desperate. She needed to feel him touch her pussy. She was drenched with her need; she could feel her juice along her inner thighs. Finally, finally, he made his way back up. His hands left her body once again, and she nearly howled her frustration. She heard something scrape along the floor, something heavy, like furniture maybe. His hands grabbed her waist firmly, and then she was being lifted ever so slightly. When she was lowered her feet touched wood. A stool of some kind, about a foot off the ground she estimated. Her legs were still secured firmly apart from each other. The door to the chamber opened, letting some chill air in and causing goose bumps along her flesh.

She felt Michael's hands on her again. A confused moment later she realized there were two sets of hands on her body! One set rubbed her breasts, played with them, tweaking the nipples. Another hand roamed along her thighs, teasingly brushing along the cleft of her pussy. Every time she clenched in reaction, her inner muscles squeezed down on the plug planted firmly in her ass. She pushed her pelvis forward, hoping whoever was touching her down there would stroke her clit more firmly, but they always stayed soft upon her, teasing her. And then she felt a tongue begin licking her inner thighs, moving inexorably inward and upward toward her soaked pussy. But every time she tilted her hips eagerly toward that tongue, it retreated. Michael ordered her, "stay still", and reluctantly she did as she was told.

After a time that tongue did reach her sensitized and swollen clit. She moaned in exquisite agony as teeth scraped on her clit, and then lips sucked strongly, bringing forth a loud wail of pleasure. That busy mouth was soon joined by two fingers thrusting strongly and deeply up into her pussy, and her muscles clenched down on them. Her ass quivered at the action, and she moaned again. The fingers stroked faster and faster, the tongue lashing against her clit furiously. She felt Michael's strong hands grasp her ass cheeks in both hands, squeezing them together tightly around the plug. She wondered then who was eating her and finger fucking her so greedily below. That mouth and tongue devoured her, and now she felt four fingers thrusting deeply in her snatch. Behind her, she heard Michael's breath accelerate, his whispers encouraging the unknown person to feast on her. She felt Michael nip the back of her neck, and he sucked strongly on her flesh. There would be a mark in the morning. He rubbed his now naked body along her backside, and she felt the unmistakable evidence of his aroused dick against her ass.

Her senses overloaded, Savannah's second orgasm rushed upon her, and she screamed like a woman demented, long and loud. "Fuck me," she begged. Michael growled a definite "no" behind her. His hands came forward, his fingers pinched her nipples. The unknown mouth and fingers left her pussy, and she felt Michael move away. He came around to face her, and hugged her, telling her that she was "a good girl". He kissed her passionately, his tongue thrusting wildly into her, and before she had a chance to respond he moved away. "It is time you refreshed yourself", he said, and undid the manacles. "Do not take off the blindfold", he commanded, and led her to a connecting door into a bathroom. "Hurry", he urged, and Savannah, now more than willing to do whatever he asked, hurried!

She was manacled once again; only they had removed whatever stool she had been standing on earlier. And she was alone. It had been some time since Michael had left her there, and her overactive imagination was at work again. What would they do to her next? The plug was still attached, making its presence known deep in her ass. Once in a while, her muscles would quiver around it, and little darts of pleasure would shoot along her nerve endings. Mini orgasms, she named them. It could be worse, she supposed. However, by now, she was more than ready to trust that Michael would not harm her. So far, he had given her nothing but pleasure.

The door opened. "Michael'? She queried. No one responded. Feet padded across the floor to where she was tied up. Soft hands massaged her arms and legs, easing the knots that had formed there. She was thankful as they had become increasingly sore. Her stiff muscles eased and she relaxed. And then a body, an undeniably naked, female body, rubbed up against her. Soft lips played at her mouth, and Savannah was uncertain how to respond. She and Tanya had had sex on many occasions, but she had never had sex with any other female before. Uncertain what to expect, she remained still and unmoving. Those lips glided along her face, her cheekbones, her nose, and then down along her neck, nipping gently from time to time. Soft palms grazed her nipples in a clockwise motion, bringing them to hard peaks. They began to tingle. The woman moaned as she touched Savannah, and she decided to go with it.

And then the woman was at her pussy, licking, nibbling, sucking, and darting in and out of her pussy. Her hips rolled, and she wished she could grab the woman's head to guide her the way she liked it. "Oh, oh right there, yes, yes, just like that", she said. She began to perspire, pleasure hummed through her body. Fingers played with her nipples as that wonderful mouth and tongue continued their sensual assault. Their breaths mingled, grew heavy and panting. She felt her body float upwards, and realized that someone else was in the room. She stood on tip-toe now, her body stretched. The woman stood, and Savannah heard a rustling, a clicking sound. Then she felt something hard probe at the opening of her pussy. The very tip of a dildo penetrated her, but it was a very broad tip. Thankfully it seemed to be well lubricated. It drove further inward, heavily pressing upward into her tight cunt. Along the front of her body she felt the woman pressing against her. The woman had a strap-on, and was fucking her. Her mind reeled. She and Tanya had never done anything like it before.

Those hands rested on her hips, and she pushed further inward and upward, and in one strong motion, buried that dildo inside her pussy. Savannah's leg muscles quivered with strain as she stood there on tip-toe, and that strap-on dildo fucked her relentlessly. The woman's body slapped against her, mashing her clit. Savannah eagerly pounded back at her, their slick bodies now rubbing each other, increasing the friction more and more. The woman's voice came to her. "Yeah, baby, you like that don't you? My body against yours? Me fucking you? Does it feel good? Want me to fuck you harder, baby?" She kept talking to her, telling her what she would do to her. Savannah moaned her agreement, pleaded with her. "More, please, harder", and the woman did. They kissed wildly, their tongues wrapping around each other, and Savannah sucked at it, bringing it deeper into her mouth.

Michael came up from behind her, and he unsnapped the butt plug; one arm anchored itself around her waist, while his other hand quickly removed the butt plug from her ass. It dropped to the floor. He rubbed his hard cock along the crevice of her ass cheeks, and Savannah moaned into the woman's mouth. Dragging her mouth away, she gasped, "Pleassssse". Spreading her cheeks apart with his free hand, he pushed the head of his cock just barely inside her ass. He was well lubed, so it was an easy glide. Slowly he delved deeper and deeper, until the full length of his cock was imbedded in her ass. Sensation upon sensation cascaded over her. His cocked pumped fast and furious in her ass, his hips time and time again slamming into her. Each thrust lifted her off the ground. His savage fucking thrilled her. She was incoherent with pleasure. Her ass being fucked. Her pussy being pounded. A hard male chest at her back. A woman's breasts rubbing her breasts in front. Slick bodies moved against her, the sounds of slapping flesh echoed in the room.

Their breathing grew harsh in effort and lust; Savannah could not stop moaning. Or begging for more. She needed more. She needed it deeper, faster, harder. Her muscles quivered with the effort to strive for her goal. Michael's teeth grabbed onto her neck, like an animal, and would not let go. His continuous bite only added to her pleasure. He growled against her skin, his hips pumped faster, less controlled now. Soon, he would pour his hot cum inside her ass, filling her. Savannah craved it. Her body began its own rush toward climax. Her pussy and ass muscles clenched harder on the hard tools invading her. She leaned forward and kissed the woman, their excited moans and breaths filling each other. The woman screamed as she came, and pounded more frantically into Savannah.

She felt the hot rush of cum fill her ass, some of it leaking out there was so much of it! Still they pounded into her, even harder than before. Her pussy seized, her ass puckered tighter, and her climax rushed through her like a potent drug. Every inch of her throbbed with it, and she felt her own juices rush outward, trailing on her thighs. Ecstasy. She moaned at the intensity of the almost painful orgasm. Fire roared through her veins. And as she came down, she felt hands rub along her, calming her. The manacles at her ankles and wrists were undone, and Michael's arms caught her as her weak legs gave way. Softer hands removed the blindfold, and Savannah blinked at the intruding light. Her eyes gradually adjusted, and as she felt herself being lowered she looked to see who the woman was. A beautiful girl, a few years older than herself maybe, with bright red hair, elfin chin and nose, and a wide generous mouth smiled at her. Her beautifully pale body glistened and shimmered in the candle light. Her firm plump breasts swayed as she leaned down to gently kiss her on the mouth. And then the woman left her alone with Michael, shutting the door firmly behind her.

She now lay on a fur laden bed and Michael cam down to rest along side her. He grinned devilishly at her, propped on his elbow, and let his hands roam along her body. He leaned down and licked a drop of sweat off the tip of one pert nipple, and then sucked the nipple into his mouth. She felt her body tighten again with anticipation and was amazed. She though for sure that she would be too tired for sex anytime soon, but it seemed as if she were wrong. Her body obviously had other days. Laughing wickedly, she grabbed for his cock. This was going to be the most exciting weekend ever. She couldn't wait to see what would happen next.