Her eyes glazed over with lust and delight. I spun her towards the basement stairs and slapped her ass a couple times for good effect. This was gonna be fun
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I spent some time getting Laura trussed up and helpless in the Rec room. Then put a blindfold on her, strapped a nice bright red ball gag in her mouth, and set about getting some clean toys and supplies from our playroom. Now I was back beside her with a plethora of items I could use to please, tease and torment her. I smiled to myself as I looked at her and the items I had gathered.
I had put her in the same collar they had used on me, and bound her to the floor and ceiling in the same fashion. She was now bent at the waist, her legs about 3 feet apart, and her ankles cuffed and roped to the floor. Her bare, pale, lightly freckled skin glowed in the dim light of the room. Her medium length ginger hair was now hanging loosely around her neck and shoulders, covering the aluminum bondage collar, its builtin arm restraint bars extending from each side.
I had extended the bars a bit, so Laura's arms were now cuffed so her elbows were at a ninety degree angle. I knew from my recent experience, that having your hands closer to your shoulders was actually uncomfortable, and I wanted her focused on her sexy bits, not her aching arms.
The collar itself was suspended from the ceiling by a rope and also attached to the floor to create dynamic tension like a spring. She could flex her knees and arch her back, but that was about the limit of her movement in her current position. She looked fucking fantastic and oh so fuckable.
Earlier, Laura had been wearing wicked black stiletto heels with incredible intricate strapping - they truly were a delight to my eyes. I made her find them, and put them back on before I bound her to the floor. Now, as I looked down at my bare legs and feet and at her legs and feet, I felt... well, I felt incomplete. I had boobs, and a beautiful pink and black corset and my electric pink pageboy wig. I needed some stockings and shoes, and maybe a garter... And we need some mirrors in this room so I can watch myself, I thought, as I pondered my current lack of attire.
I slapped Laura's ass a couple of times to warm it up, then just walked out of the room quietly, leaving her blindfolded, gagged, suspended and alone. That would allow the tension to build. I headed upstairs to find some shit to enhance my look. I told myself at the time it was for Laura, but looking back on it, it was all for me.
I rummaged through the closet and found a pair of light pink silk stockings, but couldn't find a matching garter. Best I could do was a black lace garter, but it just didn't seem right. Then I noticed that the garter straps were removable and had little loop hooks at the top end. I checked my corset, and sure enough, it had 3 tabs on each side to attach the garter straps. I whooped and went about attaching the straps to my corset. Hot damn.
I wandered out to the bedroom and sat down in Laura's makeup chair and set about rolling a shear pink stocking up my right leg. I purred in delight as the luxurious silk caressed my hairless skin while I slowly worked it up my leg. I attached the garters, and then worked the stocking up my other leg. My cock was at half mast by this time and I smiled to myself. I reached down and caressed it and winced. Nope, not ready for that yet.
I spun and looked in the mirror. Yikes! My face was a mess. Dried cum, smeared makeup, and one eye still red from a direct cum shot. Nope, that just wouldn't do. I wandered into the bathroom, washed my face, dug out Laura's makeup removal pads and cleaned up my face til it was pink and clean.
I went back to the makeup chair and decided I'd have a go at doing my own makeup. I looked at all the shit on the table and just sat there. I realized I didn't have a clue where to start. I'm sure I could find videos with step by step instructions, but Laura was strung up and waiting for her punishment. Nope, some other time. Shoes. I need shoes.
Unfortunately, I only have two pair of shoes, gonna have to talk to Laura about that... So the choice, my original red strappy heels, that I would wear with my black stockings, and the new pink pearlescent platform pumps that Laura had bought me. I looked down at my stockings. Well that seemed pretty obvious. Pink it was, now where the hell did I leave them? Oh yeah, there down in the rec room.
I wandered down to the kitchen. Grabbed another big glass of water, then headed for the basement.
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I stepped into the room quietly, actually glad I was in stocking feet, and gazed at Laura, strung up, naked, and drooling. Her marvellous natural tits hung invitingly below her torso, a bit bell shaped by gravity and begging to be nuzzled. She was completely motionless. I could almost sense her scanning the room for any sound or movement. Her spidey senses on full alert. An evil smile played across my face. Delicious.
I tiptoed slowly to the toy bench beside Laura. Either I made a noise, or she somehow sensed my presence. Her head lifted and moved as if searching for a sound or scent. Maybe I still stunk of stale cum.
I figured my subterfuge had failed, so I reached out and landed a reasonably hard slap to her ass, which caused her to jerk against her restraints. She bounced and pendulated back and forth on the ceiling and floor ropes, further widening my evil smile.
I reached to the trolley of toys I had placed beside her and picked up the butterfly nipple clamps, which had a thin but strong chain connecting them. I slapped her ass again, playfully this time, and trailed my fingers up her ass and along her back - lightly scratching with what little finger nails I have. She moan in delight and arched her back towards my fingers.
I stood on her left side and reached down and pinched her areola, causing her nipple to protrude beyond my finer tips. I attached the clamp to her left nipple and pulled it tight by the chain. Laura gasped then moaned as I released her tit.
I moved around to her right side, pulling the chain as I went, causing her left tit to pull towards me as I moved. I repeated the action for her right tit and examined my work. Her nipples were now pinched tightly between the two butterfly clamps and the chain swung tantalizingly below her distended nipples. I considered fastening the chain to the floor, but decided it would be too easy for her to pull one of the clamps loose if I did that. So instead I moved back to the trolley and picked up the hanger for one of our slotted weight sets. I put a 500 gram weight on the hanger, pulled the chain towards me about 3 inches, hung the hook on the chain and then allowed the weight to drop and pull the chain with it.
The weight dropped about 5 inches in total and pulled reasonably hard on Laura's nipples. She must have been expecting it, because she didn't scream, she just let out a squeaky croak and then bit into the ball gag and shuddered as the endorphins released. We'd played this game before and I knew she loved it.
"More!" She begged around the gag.
I smiled and picked up another 500 gram weight. I tried to be stealthy, playing with her hair, scratching her back, lightly caressing her side boob, as I tried to maneuver the weight slot onto the hanger without her being able to detect it's pending addition. After a prolonged wait, I dropped the weight, allowing it to fall about 2 inches along the hanger before its weight applied and pulled on her nipples.
"Yessss! Oh fuck!" She seethed through gritted teeth sunk into her ball gag.
She now had 1000 grams (over 2 pounds) hanging from her tits - time to move on. I picked up a second set of clamps from the trolley and moved behind her. I stood and admired her beautiful shaved pussy and couldn't help myself. I bent down and licked her slit, starting at her clit, along its length and up to her puckered asshole. I paused at her asshole and teased her with my tongue for a minute before standing up again. She squirmed and danced on her toes from the teasing, begging for more I assume. It was hard to tell through the gag. Some words I could understand, others, not so much...
I pinched the left side of Laura's outer vaginal lips and attached the clamp. I pinched the clamp tight and pulled on the chain to seat the clamp, making sure it wouldn't slip and let it go. I repeated the process for her right vaginal lip and was about to grab some straps when I noticed that Laura wasn't making any sound and was listening intently to what I was doing. That wasn't right.
I picked up the remote from the trolley and fired up the TV and connected it to our home media server. I selected a porn music video with a thumping beat. It was clips of women in various bondage devices, screaming, moaning, begging for more. I hit loop play and the room filled with music and moans and I increased the volume to cover my movements. I paused to admired the work of the Doms on the TV for a couple minutes.
I turned back to Laura and slapped her ass hard a couple times to get her moving again. She gasp in surprise and purred as the weights on her tits started to swing and pull.
I grabbed a couple straps from the bench and fastened one around each thigh, positioning them so that the loops, used to attach cuffs, were on the inside of her thighs, but somewhat towards the front of her body, and at the right height to allow me to run the chain from the clamps through them. Once positioned, I fished the butterfly clamp chain through each strap forming a triangle from her lips, down the side of each thigh, and then across the divide between her legs. I pulled on the chain between her legs - the chain tightened and pulled her lips down, but also out at the same angle as her parted legs. The straps didn't move and the clamps held as I applied more and more pressure till I was satisfied. Laura moaned in pleasure and discomfort as I stretched her lips. I smiled in delight.
