BETH'S SUMMER BREAK Part Four β Making Plans for Michael
After Beth reviews the events of last few days, Gina makes her an offer she can't refuse and hatches a plan to have some fun with an unsuspecting Mike.
All characters portrayed are fictional and anyone engaging in sexual activity is at least eighteen years old and consenting.
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Chapter 1 - Saturday (Friday night revisited)
I woke to an unfamiliar feeling of sunlight streaming in through the window. My room was at the back of the house, so didn't catch the morning sun and for a moment I was confused. I rubbed my eyes, squinting against the glare and took in the vast expanse of bed around me. I smiled as realisation dawned and I rolled over expecting to see Gina beside me, but her side of the bed was empty. I looked at the bedside clock. 1125. Shit - I know I can sleep for England, but that is ridiculous.
I began to take an inventory. The parts of me into which things can be inserted ranged from a dull ache to quite painful, and there were a few scratch marks on my shoulders and back as I looked in the mirror. My hair was all over the place, which is not surprising since Gina seemed to have been trying to pull it out in handfuls for most of the night and my nipples were red, sore and swollen from her tugging at them. A couple of bruises on my inner thighs and red marks on my wrists and ankles where I fought against the restraints completed the damage.
I smiled. All in all a good night's work!
I went into my own room, showered and dried myself off. Pulling on a t-shirt I went down to see where Gina had got to. I needed a coffee. Her office door was shut. She rarely worked in there at weekends anyway and there was no sign of her in the kitchen. I was about to start the coffee machine when I saw a piece of paper on the table.
Hi Bethany
Sorry forgot to say in all the 'fun and games', but I have to be in London today, staying o/n. Business conference! Couldn't bring myself to wake you β you looked so peaceful. Hope you don't hurt as much as I do. Phew, what a night! Be back tomorrow afternoon. Would like to talk, get it all out if you're ok with that. Then maybe show you my gentler side ;o)
Glad we 'made up'.
G. x
I made my coffee and went back upstairs. I put my mug on the bedside table and reached for my cigarettes. My room still smelled of them from yesterday, so one more wouldn't harm. I vowed it would be my last in her house. I picked up my phone and texted her.
Glad we made up too. Feel like Sam rugby tackled me. Lots! Can I have my nipples back? Safe trip, look forward to tomorrow. I'll still be here β you forgot to untie me ;o) B x
I waited a moment and my message notification pinged.
LoL β Poor Bethany, no wine or sex and at my mercy for tomorrow! x
I put my hand to my sore pubic area. For once sex was the last thing I fancied.
I took my headphones from Bruno's ears. My metal playlists were not really going to work this morning, so I picked some ambient electronic stuff - more soothing for my poor tattered mind and body. I lit my cigarette, had a mouthful of coffee and began to feel a little more human and replayed our "make up" session in my head.
When Sam left and I had taken the wine upstairs, it all started fairly gently. We had some champagne, toasted each other and got into a nice 'getting to know you' mode, kissing, caressing, having a good old explore of each other's bodies. After a second glass, Gina pushed me down onto the bed and forced my legs open with her thigh. She began to rub it hard on my pussy and her kissing became rougher, her hands all over me. I said I had wanted us to work out all our frustrations, and here it was coming. I braced myself and went with it.
She took hold of my right wrist and stretching over me, pulled something from one of the bedposts. I felt a click as something closed over my wrist. It felt soft and leathery. She did the same to my left wrist and before I could react, picked up a ball gag from the bed and quickly forced it into my mouth, fastening it behind my head and trapping my hair quite painfully. She pulled my hair out from under the strap and arranged it back over my shoulders. I felt completely helpless and it was wonderful.
She pulled me further down the bed, stretching my arms out fully and repeated the process on my ankles. I found myself star-fished out on the bed with leather restraints leading from all four bedposts, one to each of my limbs, attached by some sort of handcuffing device. They were padded and the feel of the soft leather against my skin was pleasant and after the discomfort with my hair, I found the ball-gag quite erotic. About the size of a squash ball but less pliable, it was forcing my tongue down and I found that biting down on the rubbery ball was a sensual experience. I was glad it was β I was going to do a lot of biting.
Gina had not said a word during all of this. She now reached into her bedside cabinet and pulled out a leather collar, which she buckled round my neck. There were rings on it and she attached a length of chain to one of them. She pulled my head up by the chain and tucked a pillow under it, pushing me back roughly. She then slid another large pillow under my bottom and got up on her knees to survey her work.