The silk nightgown part 2 :
A few minutes later, Henry was done restraining his prey. Still in bed, the woman was tied in a spreadeagle with ropes attached to the bedposts, her panties still in her mouth, now covered with a few strips of pink duct tape to match her nightgown. A nightgown that was so short that her spread pussy was in plain sight as were her tits now out of the nightgown with the straps down to her shoulder.
-Do you remember, Henry started asking as he was getting closer and closer to her pussy with a magic wand. When I first captured you, and that you had way, way less freedom. It was before all this training that made you almost the perfect slut. I thought we were done with punishments. I thought you would understand now that you must behave. Nonetheless, letâs start with some forced orgasms. I mean, I know you fear that moment where the orgasms start to be painful as you had too many and your clitoris goes tired. Well, I am pretty sure you will be forced to cum at least up to this point.
It didnât take very long for that moment to be reached. After screaming a few orgasms in the fabric of her panties, stuffed in her mouth, the bound prey started to feel some numbness, followed by pain in her clitoris, before being released from that pain by an orgasm, inducing the circle to start again, not knowing when it would end.
It works in a very logical sequence. First the women forced to orgasm end a said orgasm by become numb, for a short period of time, the wand has no effect up until she starts feeling pleasure again, before pain arrive as the clitoris is tired of the abuse, a pain that last up until the very last seconds before another powerful orgasms. The torture being in the fact that with each circle, the pain last for a longer moment and the numbness and pleasure sequences are shortened.
So, after a while. Sugar, this is how he was calling her, as Henry never bothered to ask for her real name, started thinking about that moment she had been captured just to try to zone out from the pain she was feeling down there.
It all happened on a beautiful summer day. After looking at herself in her new piece of lingerie, Sugar, happy about how her figure was looking in it, decided it was a wonderful occasion to wear a short summer dress. It was a while ago, but, she was able to remember that, heading to a dinner with friends, she wanted something to drink once there and therefore stopped in a grocery store to buy a lemonade. In the waiting line at the cash register, she got a bit uncomfortable but, also a bit flattered when she noticed that the man behind her was looking intensely at her cleavage that was, on top of being one from a big pair of tits, totally amplified by her lingerie, which was a black corset. In fact, it was even possible to see a bit of the black silk of it as her dress was a bit shorter than the corset. For a continuous half an inches on the line of her cleavage, the lingerie was visible, just like a regular bra would have done. This is why she wasnât shy as this was not something out of the ordinary.
It ended up being her last moments of freedom. A few minutes later, without knowing how he made it there, the leather gloved hand of a masked man surprised her by pressing on her lips shut from the backseat of her car. Sugar first instinct was to try to remove the hand but, she quickly realized that she was better to stay put as a knife was pressed against the skin of her neck.
Ordered in the next seconds to drive to a near quiet dirt road, Sugar was simply unable to do much to escape and in about five minutes she was bound and gagged in the trunk, her wrists and ankles tied behind her back in a position called a hogtie and a dirty rag stuffed in her mouth as black electrical tape was covering her lips and some ropes was covering her eyes. it was clear and obvious, she would only be free at the moment her captor would set her free. Which hadn't totally happened since that day, as she was still Henry's object of pleasure or Henry's object of torture.
At that very moment, the daydream Sugar was in kind of mixed with reality as a very painful few seconds of forced orgasm ended giving place to another strong official orgasm, one she had, thinking at how much she secretly got turned-on when after the initial kidnapping, her abductor first stripped her from her summer dress using a knife that revealed her corset. Getting undressed, she couldnât help it and she started looking forward to get fucked, just like she had been first fucked by Henry. However, as of now, she wasnât fucked this way. In fact, a bit of added lack of comfort, made her zone out of her daydreaming even more to realize that she was still tied in bed, in real life, but, legs untied and pushed over her shoulders as Henry was now fucking her ass.
This was probably why the intensity of her orgasm was higher than her previous one as having her ass plugged or fucked was making her clitoris more inclined to pleasure. It was a fact for many women and it was definitely true to Sugar. However, as wonderful as it was to be used this way, she was determined to remember fully the day of her abduction.
On that very day, right after being stripped to her lingerie with a knife, she felt desired as she never felt before when she heard some words that created her first moments of admiration towards the man who had changed her life for good.
âI usually follow strict rules with a new prey, he told Sugar looking at his bound and gagged prey restrained with her hands tied up to the ceiling in his dark basement. The goal, is to make sure to create a strong Stockholm Syndrome by avoiding pleasure until your prey deserves it. But, as I can see you slutty underwear, I get the feeling you are already enjoying what is happening to you. Therefore, as all my cells are screaming for me to take you. I wonât wait, youâll be fucked now.!â
He was obviously right. So right that Sugar ended up blushing heading his words. She was needing to be taken by the masked man and she was apparently unable to hide it.
This is why, when her ankles were freed from ropes and that they ended up in Henryâs back as he lifted her from the ground, is swollen members ready to fill her, his erection faced a pussy so wet that the last doubts of her pleasure vanished in the air. His fingers biting in the flesh of her ass didnât change anything to her pleasure even if it triggered pain. The ropes hurting her wrists from the intense fucking didnât change anything to her pleasure as well. No, no matter what her captor was doing. Sugar was having the best fuck or her life.
She didnât see it being blindfolded, she couldnât ask for more, her panties still taped in her mouth and she sure couldnât stop anything or even have the slightest control over her faith and, nonetheless, she felt just right at the very spot she needed and always craved to be, the toy of a stronger human being unable to resist his urges to use her.
But, everything must end at some point and this first fucking ended up on her being explained that this pleasure had to be followed by an harsher sex slave training. Being used, this quickly, at told her that she could get all the attention she could desire from her abductor. Therefore, it was time for her to be trained to the idea that, although Henry couldnât wait to fuck her. He was still the one in control of any attention Sugar would receive.
This is why Henry untied Sugar from the ceiling to hogtie her face first on an old mattress still wearing her corset. However, she was dressed a bit more as a garter belt, some stockings, some high heeled shoes and a new pair of panties completed her look, all of those being in the same black colours as the corset. Just like the pink nightgown she was wearing today, Henry had made sure to dress her to his liking at the very first minutes of her captivity.
Back to real life, Sugar was having another orgasm. Yet again, one with growing pain before and after. This is when the tied slut realized that she couldnât keep on daydreaming has it was triggering more and more orgasms. She had to control her thoughts. It was mandatory for her now to amplify her pain. As she knew, from being taken often by Henry, that he wasnât probably nowhere close to be done with her on that day. She had to fight the pleasure. It would mean more pain at first. But, it would be a pain that wouldnât intensify.
Needless to say, fighting the orgasms was quite a struggle. Each time she was feeling the urge to ease the pain by orgasming, she was focusing on the pain to stop any pleasure. Luckily for her, it was working, she wasnât orgasming as much. Unluckily for her, obviously, Henry realized what she was doing. Sugar, was now mad at herself. It would sure mean that another kind of pain was soon to be part of her actual hard moment. But, it meant that Henryâs hard dick was now out of her ass and not heading for her pussy.
@calicotrinketchasers I would have posted it with your corset pictures but, you removed them. However, you should have fun reading even with this picture. No? đ