Excerpt - Unorthodox Therapy
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Blaire waited patiently for Rachel to finish with whatever errands she was running. She didn’t have any other options. Standing stark naked except for a pair of knee-high boots with spiked heels, she couldn’t pull her arms down because the leather cuffs that encircled her wrists were secured to a chain that was hung from a hook in the ceiling of her bedroom. Whenever any guests were over, a plant hung from it, but now that there were no extraneous people in her house, a woman hung from it instead.
Blaire wished she could stand more erect and give herself a little more play, but the bar attached to her legs at the knee was very wide, spreading her legs and reducing her height by a few inches. She didn’t care for the way that forced her arms up so tautly, but she had to admit that having her well-trimmed and now soaking cunt available to anyone who might come in the room was exciting her beyond belief.
It wasn’t completely available. A thick, coarse crotch rope ran between around her waist and thought her legs, pulled so tightly that it disappeared into the wet folds. Knots had been tied through that part and positioned so that, if Blaire moved her hips just right, one of several knots pushed on her clit. Such pressure happened even if she did not move, because she was unable to stay completely still while bound and aroused, but no amount of grinding or gyrations would provide enough pleasure to provide an orgasm, so the buxom red head was trapped in a purgatory that made her aroused but eliminated any possibility of orgasm.
Whether she liked it or not was irrelevant, she knew, because Rachel had put her in this condition, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wanted to see her girlfriend/Mistress desperately, because the way she moved her trim body around Blaire’s bound form, no matter the position she was in, never failed to get her more and more excited. If that wasn’t enough, the way Rachel’s lips creased into a grin of satisfaction as she eyed her submissive struggling uselessly against her bondage.
Blaire was amazed at how she had gone from finding sexual activity with another woman repulsive to being so desperate to touch, smell, and taste her current Mistress. She wasn’t a pure lesbian – not that it was a bad thing – because she still thought men could be incredibly hot as well, but discovering her bisexuality had been a rather welcome and wonderful silver lining stemming from her captivity and torture by that evil bitch Melissa Parker and her partner Elesha.
Blaire forgot her situation for a second and smiled gently. The last she had heard, they were under the control of a sexist, sadistic, and horny Eastern European power baron named Turak. She didn’t know exactly what torture they would be enduring at any given moment, but that didn’t really concern her. With Rachel’s assistance, she had outwitted them and given them a taste of their own medicine. The last time she had seen the duo, they were both tied and gagged, stuffed with dildoes and butt plugs, with cum coating their chins from the cocks they had been sucked. She’d turned the tables on them because they were so confident that Rachel was on their side, and the looks on their faces when she faced them with a gloating smile as they struggled in their bondage had been priceless.
She heard a key in the front door, and a few seconds later the noise of it swinging open, followed by footsteps, reached her ears. Rachel said nothing, which didn’t surprise Blaire. Instead, she heard the miniscule noises of a person doing a few very normal things around the house, like sorting mail or putting away groceries presented themselves. Rachel seemed to find pleasure in making Blaire wait for her attention, something that puzzled her. Blaire didn’t really have the dominant vibe, but if she did she doubted it would be possible for her to restrain herself, knowing that there was a woman in the other room who wouldn’t (and couldn’t) resist her advances, whose body was available for whatever pleasurable or painful sensation she wished to visit upon it, who could be forced or enticed to put her mouth anywhere Blaire wanted to elicit the most delicious sensations.
But, Blaire thought, that was probably why she wasn’t the dominant partner here. Rachel knew how to push her buttons and make Blaire crazy with lust, envy, need, or desire, and she was doing it yet again. And she could do nothing about it. Sure, she could yell out, but the last time she did that, she’d worn a gag that had been soaked in apple vinegar. That was one of the worst six-hour periods she’d spent serving Rachel, and she wasn’t about to make that mistake again.
The fact that the deep humiliation that particular gag caused resulted in one of the best orgasms of their relationship was not something she factored into that decision, but it wasn’t far from the forefront of her mind either.
So she waited.
Her feet grew tired in the heels, and she longed to lower her arms, if even for a second. Almost three hours had passed since Rachel had put her in this position and, while it wasn’t even close to the longest that she’d been tied up, only her current condition mattered to her at the moment.
But still she waited. She couldn’t understand how Rachel could resist taking advantage of her helpless body, but somehow she was able to do so, and probably even found the authority it represented a turn-on in and of itself. It was as if a battle of wills was underway with Blaire at a complete and total disadvantage due entirely to her bondage. She was destined to lose and had been since Rachel locked the spreader bar to her ankle and walked out of the room without so much as a backward glance. Her cunt had gotten soaked in that instant, and it had never stopped pulsating in anticipation of what Rachel would do to it – whenever that might happen.
As Blaire was wondering just how much longer she could take it (it amazed her that there were so many le vels of how much she could possibly take), she heard the clack-clack-clack of the heels that Rachel always wore coming down the hall. She took a deep breath and, as always, felt another burst of pure lust at seeing her Mistress turn the corner.
Rachel, to put it mildly, loved wearing a combination of leather and lingerie, and today was no exception. Only the tops of her black stockings were visible above the knee-high stiletto boots she wore, and the strap of the garter belt holding them up disappeared under crotchless leather underwear, showing her well-trimmed bush. A strapless demi-bra enhanced her firm breasts – when not dominating her, Rachel had confessed how jealous she was of Blaire’s 42F rack, especially when compared to her 34Cs, even though Blaire found them a perfect enhancement to Rachel’s athletic figure – showing off her nipples that just begged to be sucked on. A choker and a pair of elbow-length, lace-up, fingerless leather gloves completed her ensemble. She had pulled her hair into a loose bun, which to Blaire further enhanced her authority and regal appearance.
“Very good,” Rachel said, her eyes sweeping over Blaire’s form. “Just the way I left you.” She approached Blaire and ran her hand over her cheek softly, almost tenderly. “Of course, I didn’t give you any choice in the matter, so I’m not really surprised. Are you enjoying your enforced position, dear?”
“Yes, Mistress.” While that was only partially true, this was not a time for splitting hairs, and Blaire knew to tell Rachel exactly what she wanted to hear.
Rachel pulled her hand from Blaire’s face and put it, along with the other one, on Blaire’s hips while placing one foot between her spread legs so she could rub her knee through Blaire’s crotch. The rope moved deeper between into her wet slit, igniting a new round of body-shaking tickles and vibrations. “And how is your cunt?”
“It’s very wet, Mistress.”
“Do you like having it tied up? I used a very coarse hemp rope, and I made sure the tangle knots were perfectly positioned to drive you absolutely crazy. Are they working?”
A slight smile creased Blaire’s full lips. “They are working better than I wish, Mistress. They are keeping me excited, but don’t provide enough pressure to give me any satisfaction. I’m extremely excited.”
“Are you now? And what are you excited for?”
“I’m hoping that, when it suits you, you’ll give me whatever pleasure you see fit to provide.”
“It suits me to have you serve me with that mouth of yours. My cunt needs your attention, and by that I mean I am planning to have you eat me out for a nice, long time.” Blaire groaned, her eyelids fluttering. “You want to eat me out, don’t you?”
“So much, Mistress!” Blaire did not fully understand it, but every time Rachel pulled her head between her legs while she was bound in one form or another and ordered her to work her tongue through the wet folds of her excited cunt, she was excited beyond any reasonable measure. The longer Rachel ordered her to do it, the more tired Blaire’s mouth and tongue became, and the hotter she got at having to provide pleasure with a tongue and a mouth that ached from the effort.
Rachel reached up and worked the knots keeping Blaire’s arms upright and allowed some slack. “Down.” Blaire followed her orders, sinking down at the same rate that her Mistress fed rope until her knees touched the floor. At that point, she tightened the ropes once more before backing away to study Blaire’s body.
“You look amazing,” Rachel said, her eyes glossing over.
Blaire did not respond – she couldn’t. Her knees were barely touching the floor, putting additional strain on the rough rope between her legs. Her clit, already raw and sensitive from the hours of friction, was even further tormented and made it difficult for her to breathe and impossible to speak.
Clearly this mattered not a bit to Rachel, who stepped forward and planted her legs on either side of Blaire’s body, putting her exposed crotch in just the right position to receive service. Blaire did not hesitate; no order was needed. Not only did she wish to enjoy the sublime taste of her Mistress, she had standing orders to lick, kiss, or suck whatever was put to her mouth. She pressed the tip of her tongue to Rachel’s engorged lips.
Her flesh was warm and it quivered slightly in response to the first lick. Rachel edged closer, pushing more of her pussy through the slit in the panties and into Blaire’s mouth. Her tongue, extended slightly, was forced to penetrate Rachel like a tiny cock, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from the woman. Blaire, eager to please, worked her tongue back and forth, up and down, in no particular pattern, her only intent being to stimulate her Mistress to the best of her ability. Her bondage – and her newly-realized submission – demanded nothing less.
Blaire knew just how Rachel liked to be eaten, and she did not deviate from her proven skills. Rachel never demanded that Blaire orally worship her a certain way, but she did require pleasure, and Blaire did not wish to disappoint. She worried her Mistress’ delicate clit first up and down, and then left and right, and then pushed directly on it. The strong impression always drew an intense moan from Rachel. She then ran her tongue all around the nub, allowing it to swell and engorge once more, and then repeated the procedure.
Rachel loved it. She bent her knees and pressed down even further, to the point that Blaire’s nose and mouth were being crushed and it started being difficult to breathe. She struggled a bit, moving her head about to find some air. She was able to get enough air – albeit air tinged with the taste and odor of cunt juice – but her semi-frantic movements seemed only added to the effect on Rachel, who did not back away from the pleasure.
Blaire’s gyrations grew more frantic and as her excitement required more oxygen. She wasn’t suffocating, not even close, but having less than enough air available to her was frightening on a visceral level. She knew, intellectually, that not only would Rachel not actually asphyxiate her, and that all she had to do was step away from her mouth to let her breathe again, but intellect was taking a back seat to baser emotions right now. The fear toyed with her, reinforcing her helplessness and giving her concern.
It also turned her on.
Her stomach twisted in arousal at the realization that she was so at the mercy of her captor that she could be suffocated merely by Rachel clenching her thighs together. Rachel would, of course, do no such thing, but that wasn’t the point. The wanton lust that charged through her made her start to shake and quiver violently. She tried to pull her arms down, lacking the strength to pull herself up off her knees but loving the feeling as the cords as they tightened around her wrists with the effort.
Rachel began rotating her hips, a sure sign that she was nearing a climax. If Blaire needed another sign, the rough growl escaping from her Mistress’s throat told her what was coming. She couldn’t see Rachel’s face, but she could imagine those big brown eyes half-closed, her neck craned upwards, her mouth hanging open. The picture was purely sensual, and it spurred her on further.
She felt strong hands grab the back of her head, pushing her face into the wet snatch as she ate, and for a few seconds all of her air was cut off. She screamed into the cunt that now served as a very effective gag, and it reduced her cry to barely a whimper better than any ball gag ever had. She started seeing spots before her now-closed eyes as her tongue worked at hyper-speed to initiate the orgasm she needed to provide in order to get some air.
The vibrations from her cry, however, must have served as an ad hoc vibrator, because as the noise died away, it was replaced by a resounding gasp from as her orgasm broke. She moved her body so that the tip of Blaire’s tongue had no choice but to press and work her clit directly. She felt pain in her scalp as Rachel gripped her orange locks and pulled this way and that – even with such effort, the thighs pressed against either cheek ensure that her head stayed still in exactly the right place.
Blaire tasted the gout of cunt juice that Rachel expelled onto her tongue. Her Mistress generated voluminous secretions when she came, and today was no exception. The rich taste was delightful to the bound woman, who groaned as the flavor spread across her palette.
Rachel’s legs began to tremble, a sure sign that both her orgasm and her stamina were at their end. Backing away, she smiled down at her slave and walked to the small closet behind her. Blaire could do little to stop her; even if she hadn’t been bound, her mouth was wide as she gulped air. She could feel the wetness coating her face from her chin to the bridge of her nose, and the oxygen was tinged with its odor.
As Blaire finally got her breathing back under control, Rachel walked back in front of her. She hadn’t changed her clothes, but she had added an accessory; a fairly large and bulbous strap-on now hung from between her legs.
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