“I
hope that I can make this as pleasurable as possible for you, my sweet
captive.” Selma said, just before the helpless Cecyme received a delicate kiss
on the lips while the fingers of her captor ran through her hair in a gentle
manner, and this was followed by several more long kisses while she was
caressed.
This is a delightful
start, and although it I guess that you have wanted to do this to me since
before you started working here as a maid, you don’t want to rush this moment
that you have waited for.
There
was a brief pause in the kisses as the hands of the maid moved down to the
shoulders of the helpless woman so that they could be caressed, before she
planted lots of sweet little kisses on the cheeks of the lady who sighed
through her gag as she felt the touches on her body. Cecyme writhed as best she
could with her body against the trunk, as the hands provided a soft massage of
her upper arms and shoulders, while the rain of kisses continued to land on her
cheeks. It wasn’t long before the target area of the kisses moved down from her
cheek to the uppermost of her neck, and the maid’s fingers went back and forth
at the top of her chest. Oh, that feels
good, that feels very good. The kisses travelled down the left side of her
neck as Selma’s fingers pushed against the point at the bottom of her breasts
where the soft flesh meet her chest, and the prisoner felt the embers of her
lust warm up at the top of her legs. The probing finger tips provided the
helpless lady with a soft caress of her body, as the kisses that landed on her
neck became more passionate with each passing second.
Oh yes, I hope that
the makeup that I will be using on Monday can cover what you are doing to me right
now.
Cecyme sighed again as the kisses on the sides of her neck changed into erotic
bites that were playful but intense in nature, with the flesh being sucked into
the mouth of her abductor with some force. At
the rate I’m receiving these love bites, people might think that I’ve been
attacked by a horde of vampires, but the pleasure of this far exceeds any
awkwardness that may be caused. Perhaps if all of them do this to me, there
will just be one area of the same colour. A squeal escaped the gagged mouth
of the willing damsel as Selma took hold of the front of her dress, before
pulling it down so that so that her ample bosom was accessible, and the
tree-bound woman moaned as the embers of desire between her legs burst into
flames. As the captor ran the tips of her fingers over the mounds of her
prisoner’s breasts, she sucked even harder at the helpless woman’s neck which left
more evidence of her passion.
More
kisses and bites were applied to Cecyme’s neck as fingers traced circles around
her areola, before the tips of her erect nipples were flicked up and down by
the nails of the lady who was teasing her. It wasn’t long before Cecyme became
worried about her situation, when her nipples were gripped between the tips of
her captor’s index fingers and thumbs, and she yelped when her sensitive flesh
was pulled and twisted with some force.
However, even these acts of torment by her captor resulted in adding
more fuel to the sexual flame that resided in her loins, and she moaned after
each cry as the gentle torture was applied to her several more times.
After
the soft parts of her breasts were released, she noticed that the fingers of
the lady who controlled her traced a path down her abdomen, while the kisses
had moved down from her front to just above her breasts. Even though Cecyme
tried to suppress any sounds that she may end up making, the captive couldn’t
help but emit
a loud gasp as Selma tucked the hem of the
prisoner’s dress into her waist so that her panties were on view. Another cry
was issued when the teasing lady placed the fingers of her right hand between
the abducted lady’s panties and her bare flesh, and Cecyme felt shockwaves go
through her hips as she felt figure of eights being made on her Mound of Venus.
Oh please, just a little lower and make
it all mind-blowing. Although the captive was tied to the tree by her
waist, she still attempted to thrust her pelvic area against the hand of her
captor in the hope that she could increase the level of pleasure that she was
experiencing. Why did you have to tie
that particular rope around my body? When we used to play as teens it was never
a problem, but now I cannot press myself against you so your touch is even more
teasing.
The
captive’s concern about the caressing of her Mound of lust became secondary in
her mind when a row of sweet kisses were landed on the mound of her right
breast, with this loving attention copied on her left bosom. This is just wonderful, but I hope you don’t
tease me at the end by stopping. There were more caresses of her Mound
which increased her desire, and she trembled when the tip of her mock
kidnapper’s tongue pressed against the bumpy surface of the areola of each
breast. I hope I can return the favour to
you in the near future, Selma, but I have the feeling that all of this will
only go so far and that I will have to punish you so that you can obtain your
ecstasy. OMG!
Cecyme
couldn’t help but emit another cry as her lips of lust experienced a second
caress from the fingers of the woman who was teasing her in such an exquisite
manner, and this was accompanied by the playful biting of the mounds of her
breasts which served to increase the state of arousal in her Mound. I’m going to have bite marks all over the
place by the time that this weekend is over, but I suppose that it’s one of the
prices that a bondage maid has to pay during her captivity. Her erotic
experience became even stronger as the soft flesh of her breasts were sucked
into the mouth of her friend and the caress of her most intimate folds
continued with the fingertips pressing a little further into her body. Keep going, I’m not that far off getting my
release. Soon, she cried out as her nipples were flicked by the tongue of
her captor, and her hips started to twitch in an involuntary manner when her
intimate flesh was stroked at a faster rate, while her moans became almost
constant when her nipples were bitten and sucked.
This
went on for some time with the fire in the loins of the captive increasing,
until she was almost at the point at which she would achieve the peak of
pleasure, but it was at this moment when the kisses and caresses stopped, and
the helpless lady screamed in frustration as she realised that there was not
going to be a release from her need. Selma,
you can’t leave me like this, I’m right on the edge and I need to be released
from this fire within me.
“It
looks as if you have a little problem, Cecyme.” Selma said with the captive
squirming in her bonds as she begged and pleaded for her captor to continue
with the love-making
A little? My loins
feel as if they are on fire and I need you to bring my desire to fruition.
Please, you can’t do this to me, I need you to help me!
“Poor
helpless captive, for once you really are a damsel in distress, but I guess
that it was not the kind that you were expecting, especially with the burning
that you are having to go through at the moment. Maybe I should wait for you to
cool down before I touch you again, as you do seem to be a little hot at the
moment.”
Stop it! Get over
here and finish me!
As the helpless lady struggled in her bonds, she screamed out at the orgasm
denial that acted as a form of torture as she stood tied to the tree.
“Oh
dear, slave, you are showing the wrong kind of attitude at the moment, seeing
as you are the captive and I am your mistress. If you want me to provide you
with the kisses and caresses that you need, then you should behave yourself and
show me the respect that I deserve.”
I should have
remembered that I have no rights at the moment, and you have complete control
of me. You may end up leaving me alone like this all morning in complete
desperation as I need you to finish making love to me. Why do you call yourself
my mistress though, as isn’t Isabella supposed to be our Mistress at the moment? Cecyme thought about
her situation for a moment, and she decided that trying to make demands was not
only going to fail, but it would increase the length of time before her captor
started to make love to her again. Please
Mistress Selma, please make love to me. I am your slave and I will do whatever
you want. The helpless lady tried her best to speak through her gag in a
submissive manner in the hope that her captor would be merciful and continue
with the lovemaking.
“I
see that you are behaving in a way that is in keeping with your present
station, slave. As you have shown that you are prepared to submit to me, I will
kiss you better.”
Kiss me better, what
do you mean? I need you to caress me with your hands and kiss my breasts. OMG! Selma took hold of
the helpless woman’s panties and the garment was pulled down as far as possible
so that the damsel’s most intimate areas were exposed. After a few second’s
wait, there was another cry from the lady as she felt something touch her Mound
of Venus, but the woman could tell from its shape that she was not being
caressed by her captor’s hand. Oh my,
that’s what you meant by kissing me better. You are going to use your tongue on
my body to bring me to my peak. The prisoner could do nothing but squirm in
her bonds as her heart-shaped area was teased and tantalised by the slow
gliding movements of her captor’s tongue as it traced little hearts over her
hot flesh.
As
this continued, the flame of lust in the woman’s intimacy grew stronger and she
squealed whenever she was caressed by her friend, who was almost torturing her
by delaying the point of release. Please,
Mistress Selma don’t tease me, just take me over the edge! The cries of the
woman turned into screams as the tip of her captor’s tongue moved down, and she
experienced the first gentle stroke against the petals of her forbidden flower.
These touches were very gentle and slow at first, but soon the speed increased
as the tongue made little probing movements into the small folds between the
petals, which caused the prisoner to cry out even louder as the heat inside her
became even stronger.
“I
can see that you are enjoying this, but the whole garden must be hearing your
cries of pleasure. They must be thinking how lucky you are to be having so much
fun.”
Fun? The centre of my
lust feels a though it is on fire, and my flesh is so sensitive that every time
you caress me, it is almost a mixture of pleasure and pain. Even delaying my
satisfaction just adds to my torment. Another shrieked escaped the prisoner’s
gagged mouth as the tip of her captor’s tongue dug deeper into the moist folds
of her most intimate area, and her hips jerked in an involuntary manner as her
body moved closer to that special moment when her body would explode with joy.
“It
should not be long before I am finished with you, slave, and it seems that you
are almost ready to pop by the screams that you are issuing.”
OMG, can you get any
more intense down there? The captive screamed with each breath as the caresses of
her flower increased further in speed and pressure, but these strokes only took
the helpless woman to the edge of her need. Again Cecyme found herself denied
the release that she cried out for, with Selma’s skilful strokes keeping her in
a state that was like a searing pleasure.
“I
am very good at teasing a lady like this, my dear Cecyme. Sometimes, I have
kept my colleagues on the edge for hours, with them begging and pleading for me
to bring them to the peak. If it wasn’t for the fact that you are tied to a
tree, I think that you wouldn’t be able to stand at the moment.”
Hours? I will
collapse in a heap by then. Please Mistress, please don’t do this to me. Cecyme shook her
head from side to side, hoping that her captor would not leave her in her
current state.
“Well,
it does seem that I do have you on the tip of my tongue, my helpless maid in
bondage, and I have complete control over your lust. However, as this is your
first tongue torment, I think that you are at the end of your endurance, so it
is time to give you what you lust after.” Selma said, just before she
accelerated her caresses and forced her tongue as deep into the folds of her
captive’s intimacy as it could go.
Oh yes, Oh YESSSSS! There was one long
scream as the helpless lady felt the eruption of ecstasy start inside the most
lustful part of her being, and the woman cried out as she convulsed in her
bliss…
“That
was incredible to watch, Cecyme.” Selma said as she cuddled the helpless maid
who was just starting to rouse from her post orgiastic state of reverie. “You
strained against the ropes so hard when you climaxed, that for a moment I thought
that you were actually going to break free from your bonds.”
I doubt that I could
have managed that, but all I felt was the orgasm that removed everything else
from my mind.
“Anyway,
even though it probably doesn’t matter in this place, I will sort out your
modesty for a little while.” Selma said, and the bound maid gasped as her
panties were pulled back up to her waist, before the hem at the front of her
dress was pulled away from the rope that bound her waist to the tree, so that
it could fall back into its proper position. Just a moment later, the abductor
took hold of the front of the woman’s dress so that the garment could be
lifted, in order that her plentiful bosom would be covered once more.
That was a most incredible
experience, and even though there were times that it became a form of torture
when I was placed in denial, I would love to have this happen to me again and
again. It won’t be a surprise to me if I end up in this situation again during
this weekend.
Cecyme was distracted from her own thoughts when she was cuddled into by her
captor, before a pair of lips pressed against her own with her responding as
best she could. It wasn’t long before the helpless maid was so caught up in the
moment, that she didn’t even hear the door to the orchard open and close…
It
was the awful singing from Collette and Megumi that brought the prisoner back
to reality as they chimed “Selma’s got Cecy tied to a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!”
Although the helpless maid had been through a lot of different situations since
Friday evening, this particular rhyme managed to make her cheeks go bright red
as she kissed with her pretend kidnapper.
I haven’t heard them
perform this tune since Selma had me tied to a tree in the orchard, and she was
just about to-, she was just about to kiss me when these two turned up and they
sang this song.
She continued to kiss the lady who had tied her up, while the other two walked
around the tree as they carried on repeating the same line.
“Did
you enjoy yourself, Selma?” Collette said, and the prisoner felt the kissing
stop before the cuddles ended before the other maid decided to reply.
“I
enjoyed it, but I think that our new slave loved it a lot more. You should have
heard her as I took her to the edge and beyond.”
“Actually,
we did.” Megumi said. “Her cries were so loud that we heard her all the way
from the back of the mansion. Even Mistress Isabella smiled and laughed as she
heard the sound, before she went back into the kitchen.”
I couldn’t have been
that loud. What if somebody else was passing by?
“You
should see your face right now, Cecyme.” Selma said “Your cheeks appear to be
burning, and the look on your face makes it seem that your worst secret has
been discovered. Anyway ladies, that’s an unusual outfit you have on. Why aren’t
you two in your maid uniforms?”
“Mistress
Isabella decided that if you can play out your teen fantasy, then we can as
well.” Collette said. “So if you can get changed into your costume, we will
prepare our slave for a game that we have been dying to play with her since she
went away for her studies.”
Game, what game are
you talking about? What is going to happen to me now? Cecyme became
worried as she felt the loosening of the ropes that bound her waist to the
tree…
(To
Be Continued)
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