Bondage Job
So there I was in my bedroom, in a rare moment of solitude, gazing into the full length mirror where an image of a naked girl stood pondering the shape of the reflection, I was not happy with what I saw. The nail on my left hand little finger was about a millimetre longer than the one on my right hand, damn it all!
I quickly grasped the scissors and began whittling it down to match the other, and eventually with a little filing it was looking ok. Another near disaster averted I thought. If I hadn’t noticed it, I might have actually gone out of the house looking like a freak. Oh my God!
Next stop the wardrobe; I had to find something suitable for my job interview later that day. I decided something Gothic should be appropriate, after all, the job involved working with Madame Whiplust who had advertised for an assistant for a few hours per week in her BDSM cellar nearby, so I had to look the part.
I arrived in good time and the receptionist asked me to take a seat as Madame Whiplust was busy with a client who had booked in unexpectedly at the last minute; his wife had had to go away to take care of her aunt who had fallen ill.
As I sat there my eyes wandered round the room taking in all the implements on the walls, there were gas masks, wooden planks and steel bars with chains attached, hand cuffs, whips and other gruesome paraphernalia that I hadn’t ever seen before and I had no inkling of their purpose.
The silence was broken abruptly by a shrill scream that echoed around the ceiling, then another scream and another…… Between each scream I could just about hear Madame Whiplust cursing and humiliating him. Poor sod I thought, then quickly realised that he was paying out good money for the treatment.
After more screaming and chastisement there was a short period of quiet then the slam of the back door closing shut, I assumed the client had now gone. Soon afterwards Madame Whiplust appeared at the cellar doorway saying she was sorry to have kept me waiting and invited me down the cellar steps for the interview.
She said she needed someone who was sophisticated, not afraid to mete out humiliation and pain and preferably someone with experience of ropes and knots. Luckily I was something of an authority when it came to ropes, knots and bondage.
I told her my ex-boyfriend was a scout master and had a propensity for tying me up on the bed. “I’m just practicing my knots” he would say innocently. Having convinced her of my knowledge of roping and knots, it was time for the practical test. She told me I must treat her as though she were a client and tie her to the shackles on the cellar wall.
I obliged with due aplomb and tied her spread-eagled against the rough brick wall, I had always wanted to try this sort of thing for real and now was my chance, and to get paid for it as well; that was an extra bonus. I swiftly removed the silk scarf from around her neck, put it across her mouth and tied it firmly behind her head before she could utter any more instructions.
She was now totally helpless and vulnerable and I was beginning to enjoy myself. I slid open the full length zip on the front of her leather mini skirt and it fell to the floor, revealing her very tight white panties, so tight that I could see every contour of her mound of Venus.
I had a wonderful feeling of complete power over her, I could do anything to her with no fear of physical or verbal resistance, but I needed the money so I was going to have to make sure she would employ me. The best way to get the job, I mused, was to tease her, then bring her to the very brink of orgasm.
I carefully lifted her black skin tight top and exposed two of the most perfect shaped breasts I had ever seen. My mouth involuntarily fell on her right nipple and it soon increased in size as I sucked and licked for all I was worth. I could hear a muffled moaning through the silk scarf as I started on the left nipple.
I licked Madame Whiplust’s neck and ran my tongue down between her breasts to her navel. She was now moaning and writhing uncontrollably. Much to her dismay I turned quickly to grab a whip from the table behind me, her eyebrows raised in anticipation of pain but I used the whip handle to stimulate her clitoris through her underwear, driving her almost insane.
I replaced the whip handle with my fingers and found her panties to be sopping as I simultaneously sucked on her nipples. I could feel her getting close to the edge, her stomach gradually pushed out and her back arched, a loud continuous moaning followed as she shuddered to an intense orgasm. Had I gone too far?
Her orgasmic shuddering continued, so I quickly removed the silk scarf from her mouth and asked her if I had got the job, and she screamed out, “oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” etc……!!!
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