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Copyright 2002 by Rod Harden All rights reserved |
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The first thing Lisa noticed when she stepped into the living room was the mitten on the coffee table. The solitary mitten made of black leather had no thumb; it was not intended to protect fingers from the cold.
The second thing she noticed was William's raised eyebrows and ominous smile. Together, they made her weak in the knees. She had been working at the computer in the study when he'd called to her. "You wanna order take-out tonight?" "Sure," she had answered. "Chinese?" "Great! Just what I was thinking." She'd thought she heard something in his voice even then, a hint somehow conveyed through tone alone that he had more than dinner on his mind. "I'll call," he'd said. "The usual, okay?" "Okay. I'll be there in a sec. I need to change and-" "Just save your work and come along." Now, looking again at the mitten, she licked her lips. "So..." she started, not quite sure what the mitten portended. Normally, he would get out her bondage mitten if he wanted to play, but he was obviously ready to go pick up dinner. "Do you want me to come with you or what?" "Sure do." It was all he could do to suppress his glee. He was definitely up to something. "And I'm going to wear that?" she asked, eyeing the mitten again. "Mm hm." "In public?" His grin broadened. The delight in his eyes was positively evil. He cocked his head. "Sort of." "Sort of?" Rather than answer, he snatched up the mitten and stood. "Turn around." "Now? But I was going to change first. And what about my hair? I'm a fright! I can't be seen like this." "You look fine. Besides, who said anyone would be seeing you?" "But I thought-" "Hush now, and do what you're told." Reluctantly, Lisa turned and put her hands together behind her, ready for the mitten. "So you're not going to tell me what you have in mind." "Do I ever?" Well, no, she thought, but at least the mystery usually unfolds in the privacy of our own home. He shimmied the mitten over her hands and tightened the wrist strap. Trapped inside their leather cocoon, her hands were useless, her helplessness already complete. She sighed. The first instant of relinquishing control of her body to William never failed to make her tingle all over. Not to mention ooze between her thighs. He gripped her arms and squeezed. His hands were so strong, so possessive. He leaned in closed and whispered in her ear. He made his voice gruff, like a villain growling to his victim. "You're going with me, bitch. And there's nothing you can do about it." Why would I want to? she thought. She became aware of him stooped down at her bare feet. Looking down, she watched as he used thin cotton twine to bind her big toes together. He stood and stepped back to regard her. "Oh yes," he said in his natural voice. "What you're wearing is definitely okay. Perfect, in fact." "Yeah, right," she snorted. Her old T-shirt was long overdue for the rag bag, and her denim shorts were threadbare and paint-stained. "Did I say you could speak?" he snarled, again in his villain's voice. "Better take care of that right now." It came as no surprise that he had a ball-gag in his pocket. Well, thought Lisa, if he's determined to be a scoundrel, I better start putting up a fight. Instead of opening her mouth as she usually would, she clenched her lips together and turned her head as he approached. From the corner of her eye, she saw him suppress a smile and replace it with a scowl. Taking a handful of her hair with his free hand, he bent her head back. It was all she could do to keep her mouth closed. "You're only making it worse for yourself. Now open up." "Huh uh," she murmured, with a slight shake of her head. Releasing her hair, he reached all the way around her head, cradling it in his arm, and pinched her nostrils shut. Lisa tried to pull free, but he held her tight. With the ball poised at her lips, she knew it was only a matter of time before she would taste rubber, but she resisted as long as she could. At last, she opened her mouth and gasped for air. Immediately, he began pushing the ball into her mouth. "You brute, you- hmmph!" She shook her head and pushed at the ball with her tongue, grunting and complaining the whole time, but inevitably William got the strap buckled. "There," he said, "that should keep you quiet. Now to finish your travel ensemble." From behind her, he reached around and grabbed her T-shirt by its worn collar. With one quick yank, he ripped the shirt open. With an equally quick tug at her bra cups, her breasts burst out into the open. Lisa almost forgot her role as he flexed his fingers into her yielding flesh. Collapsing back against him, she moaned as he tweaked and pinched her erect nipples. "Mm, she likes this," he cooed as he pressed himself against her. "Um," she panted, adding a half hearted, "No." From Point A to Point A
William chuckled as she succumbed to his manipulations, and moaned in turn when her mittened hands found the lump in his pants. He let their mutual groping continue for a bit, then broke off abruptly.
"Mustn't forget that Chinese food waiting for us," he laughed as he stepped around her. "Just one last thing before we leave."
Leave? thought Lisa. Like this? Is he nuts?
He left the room briefly, returning with her "butterfly" vibrator. Uh oh, she thought as she tried to turn and hop away. Toe-tied, she didn't get far before he caught her. He unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them down along with her panties.
"So, so very wet," he said, exploring the slickness revealed by her nakedness. He probed and fingered her for just a moment, then guided the vibrator deep inside her. When it was in place, the "wings" of the butterfly cupped her cunt, while a small knobby extension pressed up against her clit. Using the elastic bands which extended from the wings, he secured the vibrator in place. A wire extended from it to the control box.
He pulled her panties back up, but left her shorts bunched up on the floor. Without another word, he stooped down slightly, leaned her over his shoulder and hefted her up like a sack.
Lisa squealed as he headed for the door to the attached garage. Her exposed tits swung and swayed with each step and her shorts simply dangled at her feet, unable to fall free with her toes bound together.
Inside the garage, William set her down, and opened the door to the back seat of their SUV. Oh my god, thought Lisa. He really intends to go out with me like this!
Sure enough, he looked her in the eye and growled, "Your chariot awaits."
"Are you crazy?" she tried to say, though only inarticulate mumbles emerged from her gagged mouth.
It was a moot point. Of course he was crazy. And of course she soon found herself scrunched up on the floor. William covered her writhing form with a dark sheet, then got in and started the engine.
This can not be why they made the back so roomy, thought Lisa as she felt the SUV begin backing out of the garage. Guess I should be lucky we don't have the Civic anymore.
As they pulled out onto the street, William began talking to her as if he were abducting her.
"You just stay nice and quiet, bitch, and you won't get hurt."
Lisa tried to do just that. But she couldn't help twisting and turning, trying to find a comfortably position. It was a waste of energy. Just when she settled into the least uncomfortable spot, the butterfly came alive within her.
"Ugh!" she cried out.
"I said be quiet!" They were stopped at a light, and William followed up his words with a well placed whack on her ass, which was conveniently thrust his way at that very moment.
Propelled suddenly by the smack, like a thoroughbred urged toward the finish line, Lisa lost herself to the first orgasm of the trip. She bucked and rocked, her muffled moans eliciting even more spanks from her evil captor.
"What" - Smack - "Did" - Smack - "I" - Smack - "Just" - Smack - "Say?"
They started up again, and the vibrator went still.
"Hey!" complained Lisa.
"Oh, you like that on, do you?
"Please!" she pleaded, though it sounded almost like "freeze."
"Maybe later. Here's the restaurant. I'll just be a minute."
They came to a stop, and she heard the engine cut off and the door open and close. She waited to hear the chirp of the car alarm, but there was only silence. Isn't he going to lock me in? she wondered.
Just then the rear door opened. She started, thinking he'd already left, but his voice quickly settled her.
"Almost forgot," he said. "A little something to remember me by while I'm gone."
He pulled back the sheet, revealing her gagged face to the early evening light. She blinked as he bared her chest as well. Glancing toward the open door, she could see that he was carefully shielding her from the view of passersby.
Only after allaying her concern about being seen did she notice the pair of clothespins in his hand. She tried to pull away, but it was too late. Clip, clip. Her nipples sang out in their sudden distress. Jolts shot up and down her body, followed by the inevitable spasms below.
She complained as loudly as she could, but he merely held his finger to his lips. "Shh... You don't want to call attention to yourself, do you?" Then, as if another afterthought, he switched on the vibrator again. "There. That should keep you amused."
He pulled the sheet over her again and closed the door. This time, she heard the alarm activate as he locked the door.
Keep me amused, my ass, she screamed to herself. She tried to keep herself good and angry at him, but it was a lost cause against the painful insistence of the clothespins and the throbbing stimulus of the vibrator.
Turning this way and that, Lisa shuddered, shook, kicked and thrashed within the tiny confines of her hot prison. She tried to rub her breasts against something, anything, to knock the clothespins off, but the sturdy springs held the wooden jaws tight. In fact her efforts only made them more painful, and the pain in turn sent her over the edge once more.
Somehow, she managed to slip her sheathed hands under the waistband of her panties. Without quite knowing what she was doing, she tugged and pulled at them, forcing the vibrator trapped beneath even further into her and the clit knob hard against her.
The feral grunts she heard were her own.
Drenched in sweat now, with a line of spittle running from her mouth to the floor, she slowed, spent and exhausted. As she tried to catch her breath, she became aware of the strong sweet and sour aroma. The SUV was moving again. William had returned. But when?
"My, my, my," she heard him say, chuckling. "We are having fun back there, aren't we?"
"You brute!" she said, repeating her earlier assessment of him.
"Now, now. There's no need for name-calling, bitch." As he spoke, the SUV slowed and came to a stop again. "And here we are back where we started," he said.
Well, she thought, maybe you're back, but I'm just getting started.
He got out and opened the door by her head. When he pulled the sheet off, she looked up at him, pleading, nodding, urging him on. He leaned down and began to unbuckle the gag.
"How ya doing, darling?" he said. His voice was no longer the villain, but the tender lover.
Finally free of the gag, she licked her lips and smiled. "Get me out of here, and I'll show you!"
Soon, she was once more draped over his shoulder. When they got to the living room, he set her down. Using his pocket knife, he snipped the twine binding her toes, then he removed the clothespins. She winced and groaned as the feeling rushed back into her nipples.
After taking off her panties and unstrapping the butterfly, he guided her to her knees, and bent her over the coffee table. He positioned himself doggy-style, grabbed hold of her still-mittened hands, then... paused.
"Maybe we should eat first," he mused. "It'll get cold."
"Damn it, William! That's what microwaves are for!"
"Oh yeah," he laughed as he plunged in.
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