Urban Exploring

(more D/s than BDSM)

I came in from a trip to the mall where I'd purchased some new sexy lingerie. I'd just finished putting it away when Jim came in from work. Calling out, "I'm home, Samantha," he found me in the bedroom, gave me a kiss and headed off to get changed out of his work clothes and washed up for supper. We had a light dinner and we sat down to relax at the end of another day.

Jim read the paper for the local news, while I watched the weather on TV. Jim looked up and told me, "They've postponed the demolition of your old school -- St Mary's Boarding School for girls." He had a big grin on his face and said, "We could go back if you want."

I looked over at his impish, suggestive grin, and remembered how in our 'detention role play' he'd disciplined and then used me so well. With a beaming smile I replied, "I'd love to, that first trip there was so exciting!"

We had to wait and plan for a couple of days, but then we were off on another adventure together. I'd decided to wear the new outfit I'd bought days before. This new outfit consisted of a black matching bra and panties, along with a garter belt and stockings with seams up the back. When I checked myself out in the full length mirror with my dark hair combed a certain way, I thought I looked a bit like that famous pin-up model Bettie Page. I hoped Jim would like the look, but I wanted to keep it as a surprise. So I covered it all with a trench coat. Of course, I wore nothing else under the trench coat.

Confused, Jim immediately asked, "Why the long coat, honey?"

Sweetly I replied, "I'm remembering that time we got caught in that downpour and I got drenched. This is in case it rains again today."

He may have rolled his eyes a little, but said nothing more and started the car once I was in. We made good time getting to the school, since Jim now knew where we were going.

As we pulled in, it all looked the same as it had the earlier time. Instead of feeling creeped out, this time I was anxious to get inside and explore more. There was a lot we didn't get to see the last time.

We entered by the same secret door and started to look around as we went, The previous time, I'd taken Jim right up to the second floor to where my homeroom had been. This time we decided to explore the ground level. Unfortunately, other than a desk and chair or two, it was mostly empty like the second floor that we had explored the last time. I guess the place had been fairly gutted, getting ready for demolition. The fond memory of the last time -- me pretending to be in detention and being disciplined -- was still fresh in my mind.

I turned to Jim and said, "It's a shame we didn't bring the straitjacket and cuffs with us -- that could have been fun."

Jim smiled and kissed me, saying "Maybe for our next adventure."

As we explored, I was becoming more and more disappointed that we weren't finding much of anything interesting. That is, until we reached the last room on the right. When we entered it, we found that it was a big room with mirrors on the length of two of the walls with railings placed in front of them. There was also a railing in the middle of the room about waist high. That railing extended almost the length of the room, and was supported by sturdy vertical metal pipes at each end and one more in the very middle.

This sight refreshed my memory. "Jim, the school did have this dance classroom, including classes for ballet. Of course, in those days I was kind of plump and dreaded the idea of my body being stuffed into a one piece outfit."

Jim kissed me again, whispering, "Well, you no longer have a plump body, sweetie. Your body is gorgeous, as our many pictures have documented. Please pose like a dancer for me." And he raised his camera to get ready, knowing I'd not refuse him.

Now was the moment for me to remove my coat and show him my surprise outfit. I dropped my coat, and modeled my sexy black lingerie.

Jim just stared with a dropped jaw for a few moments. Gulping, he said, "Oh my god, honey you look so incredibly sexy like that! What a lovely surprise!" I took my place on the railing in the center of the room and he started to take pictures.

Then he was apparently moved by a whim. Jim commanded, "Stand near the center of the room with your hands out away from your sides. And don't move."

He started at my feet and touched every inch of me... moving up each leg, then across my ass and pussy, kissing as he went. Next he covered my torso and breasts, my neck and head -- even my ears. Not moving as he did all this was a sweet torment. I'd never felt so cherished. He'd started a fire of arousal in me and then began to take more pictures. I've always felt sexy when Jim poses me for pictures, but now I was turned on and wanted more. I started posing in an overtly sexual, even lewd, manner for his pictures.

When I'm alone and need to cum I often jill myself off, secretly looking at the pictures Jim has taken of me. But this time I wasn't alone -- I had my very sexy, highly erotic partner with me, and I wanted him to do something. But before I could even formulate telling him about my need, he took control.

"Come here," Jim ordered, using his dominating voice. As I walked over to him, he lifted my left hand and locked a handcuff on it. He led me over to the dance railing in the center of the room, taking me to the very center of the railing where the vertical pipe support was located. He bent me over the railing, placing me so my legs were on either side of that vertical support. He then took my other hand over the railing and, bringing both my wrists together behind my knees, cuffed them together. I was quite helpless and I couldn't move much because of the vertical pipe my arms were straddling. Jim ran his hands over my new, very shear panties and my exposed thighs at the top of my stockings. Because of my current vulnerability this really excited me. I felt myself getting wet and that just added to my embarrassment which in turn added even more to my arousal, as well he knew.

Pictures were taken -- a lot of pictures! I learned later that some were of my face and my breasts straining against the bra. Others were of my knees and handcuffed wrists. Still others were of my garter, bare thigh tops and wet panties. I may not have known exactly where the clicking camera was being pointed, but knowing my lover's tastes, I made educated guesses, so my captured mental images added to my humiliation. Then I felt it! Jim tugged my now sopping panties down to just below the tops of my stockings, and he was now photographing my swollen pussy lips and drooling slit! My humiliation transformed into mortification as I imagined some stranger walking in right now!

I felt the air cooling my exposed pussy as it evaporated my dripping juices and therefore the air started to become pungent with my arousal scent. I moaned, "Jim, please fuck me! Please!" I usually never say the 'F' word but I couldn't help myself at that moment. I was begging him!

Suddenly I felt a slap on my butt, and yelped as I immediately thought, "Damn, where did he find another yard stick? What did this school do, buy them by them by the gross, and dump a load in each room?"

Jim slapped my ass and my exposed thighs above my stockings. The impact wasn't too hard but I really felt it. And as he spanked me with the yardstick, I heard, "You're the worse ballerina I've ever tried to teach. You'd better work harder... *swat*... much harder!" This was extra humiliating, since I couldn't move much and certainly couldn't escape the slaps.

Ultimately, Jim dropped the yardstick and pulled out his rock hard penis. But first he dropped down, seized my hips, and licked and kissed my pussy thoroughly. He must've liked my current taste, because he started eating me out with an eager cunnilingus! Soon I was moaning, especially when his hands came to my breasts and started kneading them through my thin bra. His hands acted like he wanted to get milk from my stiff nipples, which he tugged on. That did it for me -- I came, and fed him my sweet cum juices. He sucked out all he could, swallowing lustily.

When he'd finished, my weakened knees sagged and my tummy was now supporting me on the ballet railing. Even though I'd just climaxed, I was still horny for cock -- for Jim's cock! I remembered his admonishment about my poor performance as he'd spanked me, so I took up our play again from that point. I was pleading, "Please, Sir! I'll try to do better! But for now, please use me like a whore, a cheap one at that!"

But Jim was not done tormenting me, his fuck toy. He took the tip of his cock and ran it along my pussy lips. He'd put just his tip inside me then immediately pulled it out! Maddeningly, he did this over and over.

I couldn't take much more of this. My need compelled me yell, "I'll do anything, Sir! Just please, please fuck me!"

In response, he ran his fingers through my wet pussy then pushed them into my ass. That caused my eyelids to fly up out of sight. But my eyes fairly bulged in their sockets when I felt his cock tip prodding at my anus. I gasped loudly as I felt Jim slowly push it inward, apparently using his hand to scoop up my juices and coating his shaft with them to lube it as he sank deeper and deeper into me. He'd used me anally in the privacy of our own home, and had made me cum from it. But being used in this manner in what felt more like a 'public' location was very new to me and I was terribly humiliated at first.

But gradually Jim worked his careful magic, and I began to relish the fact that my man... my Master... was using me in a manner that pleasured us both and I relaxed into it. It helped that he called me embarrassing names like 'cum dump', 'stupid girl', 'fuck hole' and so on, which added to our role play. He must've felt he needed to check my state of mind, because he also asked me if I was 'OK' several times. Each time, I answered, "Yes, just please keep fucking me," and moaned loudly. The final time, I didn't wait for his question, I gasped, "Oh my god... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" My ass muscles rippled and clamped joyfully as I went into spasms.

Holding my hips, Jim pumped harder into this new, tighter friction and quickly came in my ass! I again experienced that strange feeling of his hot semen being pumped into my rear tunnel. After he came, he stayed inside me as long as he could, but as his cock softened, my butt pushed it out. That made me feel empty and I really missed having him inside me.

With a soft ratcheting sound, the handcuffs were removed. Jim helped me to stand back up and held me as I quivered in some lovely aftershocks. While he held me, he kissed me and asked once more if I was 'OK', to which I merely nodded, smiling. I pulled up my still damp panties, and they immediately began catching some of the semen being burped from my ass. I told Jim what was happening, so he felt he definitely needed to capture that in a few pictures. We both laughed at the humor of my burping butt.

We'd been so caught up in this play that we'd not noticed how the weather had changed. Outside the building we could hear rain and high winds. We hurried back out the secret door and to our car, and I was really glad I'd worn the trench coat! Poor Jim was pretty soggy by the time we headed for home. But I got into a warm bath with him and washed his back for him. And I didn't just wash his back.

This anal play was still new to me so I read up on it, and decided to explore it more. I ordered a butt plug to wear around the house and Jim found it exciting to see me using it. I got used to it enough that I began to wear it while shopping. It became our little secret and Jim now touches my ass to see if it's in place after I'm dressed to go shopping. He's even touched me there while we've been out in public, and that seems to excite me every time. It's opened new pleasures for future adventures, we feel. I learned to enjoy his cock using that hole, too, as long as he keeps it well lubricated.

Days later, Jim came to me and spoke with some urgency. "We need to go back to that dilapidated state mental facility once more, Samantha. There's something that's been bothering me about the storage room where we found the straitjacket and cuffs."

"Why, honey? What's been bothering you?" I asked, my curiosity springing up.

"Remember when I pushed on the cabinets?" I nodded. "Most were empty, and moved easily. I opened that one cabinet that I did because it felt heavier. And that's the one that held the straitjacket and cuffs. The very last cabinet by the wall didn't move, so I thought it might've been bolted down or something. But now I'm wondering if it didn't move easily because something heavier is in it. I want to check that cabinet, but the time left before demolition is running out."

"Hmmm," I replied to this, thinking it over. I had to admit to myself that he and I had had a lot of fun so far, playing with that jacket and the cuffs.

He imagined I was hesitating, so he added, "This would be a quick in and out, honey. It would just be long enough for me to run in and check it. You could even wait in the car. Wondering what I might have overlooked is driving me crazy."

What could I say to that besides, "OK. Let's go tomorrow, then. It's already too late today."

The next day, we woke up to a rainstorm. The weatherman said it was going to rain all day! I had to wonder why it seems to rain so much when we're planning to go exploring. But Jim still really wanted to go, so we got into the car and headed out on our journey.

The drive was bad. The rain came down heavily and some branches had been knocked down onto the roads making the trip treacherous and slow. I started thinking to myself, "This is a bad idea." But I knew how unsettling it can be to have something as yet undone bothering a person, so I put a brave face on it and said nothing. As we drove, maybe to distract myself, I fell into a state of reflection. I thought about the fact that while the place was creepy, the discovery of the abandoned straitjacket was well worth the trip. When I'm wearing it, Jim seems inspired to have wonderfully rough sex with me.

We turned into the drive, and stopped in front of the building, as before. Jim grabbed a flashlight he'd brought along. We knew that the place was probably still all secured, but Jim and I were aware that the lock had fallen out of the wood of rotted front door. The rain was coming down in buckets, so he told me, "You can stay here in our warm, dry car, Samantha. I plan to have a quick look and be right back." He got out, running through the heavy rain and disappeared through the building's front door. I sat there, the rain hitting the car and I felt very alone. The heavy rain made the windows almost impossible to see the world around me. Several minutes crept by and I started to worry that something may have happened to him. I was angry that Jim had the only flashlight today, and also wondering how many minutes to wait before I'd make some effort to chase after him, stumbling through the darkness inside the creepy building.

Suddenly, after an eternity, I saw movement as Jim approached the car. I couldn't see him very well, but I saw his flashlight, and he was carrying a large clear plastic bag with something white inside it, which showed up better in the overall dimness. From the way he was carrying it, it looked a bit heavy.

I popped the trunk release so Jim could stuff it in the trunk and get back into the car as quickly as possible. The trunk banged shut and Jim got in, looking like a drowned kitten.

"Well, it looks like you at least found something, honey. What is it?" I asked.

"I'm not positive. It was so spooky in there that once I managed to haul it out of the cabinet, my only thought was to get it to the car and get us out of here. But, whatever it is, it might be a rare find," he said, smiling as he used the towel I handed him to dry some of his hair and most of his face. He needed to see to drive, and we couldn't have water from his hair streaming down, blocking his vision.

The drive back was just as bad and even a bit worse. Since now there was standing water on the roads in places, Jim had to really slow down and be extra careful. It was raining when we got home and it continued to rain all night. He decided not to get the package out of the car because it rained so hard.

I had errands to run the next day and left early in my own car. The rain finally stopped and Jim got the package in from the car while I was gone.

When I got home, Jim was all smiles and told me, "We indeed found a very rare toy in perfect condition. It looks like it's never been used. I placed it in the spare bedroom."

After putting things away, I headed up stairs to see what we'd salvaged. I didn't know what to expect, but Jim was practically bouncing on his heels he was so excited. As I opened the door, I saw stretched out on the floor there was a white canvas bag looking thing with straps and buckles everywhere. It resembled a straitjacket, being made of the same type of material, but it was much longer.

Jim came up and stood behind me, saying, "It's a canvas mummification straitjacket, love! It was used as a very strict bondage-type control device used for handling really difficult patients. Look it over, and let me know if you want to try it."

I examined it closely and still was a bit confused about how it worked. But I had things like the laundry to do, so I said, "I'll think about it, honey. But the clothes won't wash themselves, so this'll have to wait." He was probably a bit disappointed, but we both knew the buildup that anticipation can provide, so he didn't protest, and went to do the dishes while I did the laundry.

I finished up, and climbed the stairs to the spare room, thinking I'd look again at the new toy. At that point, Jim was in the damp yard, cleaning up the fallen branches and twigs so he'd be able to mow the lawn when it was drier.

It was heavy canvas and double stitched, and there were strong straps and buckles all along the length of it. I peered into the inside and saw there were loops sewn into it, two on each side. I laid myself down on it to check its size and since its length was short enough, I assumed it was made for a woman. It intrigued me as to what it would feel like being restrained in it. I realized the loops were for my upper arms and wrist. I had to at least slip my arms into them. I laid there staring at the ceiling and fantasized about being completely enclosed and helpless in it. The impulse to try it was already growing inside me.

After we finished our light dinner, I told Jim, " I think I want to try the new toy, honey. It's still early evening -- do you think we have time?"

Jim got a big, happy grin on his face. "Sure we have time. Go up to the room and get naked and I'll join you there really soon."

Getting naked never takes me very long, especially when I'm excited. Jim, still dressed, came into the room carrying his go bag. "OK, honey. Lie down in the center and slip your arms into those side loops. It only took me seconds to obey him. The loops did end up holding my upper arms and lower forearms. He knelt over me and started to buckle the straps that crossed my body at regular intervals, starting at my neck. Strange vertical cords engaged the straps as Jim closed them, drawing the front edges tightly together. As he pulled each strap snug, I felt my freedom slipping away. There were so many straps that my mummification seemed like a slow process.

When all the straps were snug down to my hips, he stopped and reached for his bag. Rooting around inside it, he pulled out a remote controlled vibrator and showed it to me. I felt his fingers spreading open my pussy lips as he inserted it easily into my damp pussy. I may have verbally protested that act of penetration, but I secretly enjoyed it as I felt my old friend slide into my wet, receptive tunnel.