Petra Marsh: The Easter Abduction - Part 5

No resistance was offered by the captive as her cuffs were unlocked from the bed and her hands were brought together above her head with the cuff on her right arm locked onto her left wrist. The other set of handcuffs that were hanging from her left arm were removed before the ropes that bound her ankles to the foot of the bed were untied so that she would be able to walk to the toilet.

“Follow me, as I don’t want you falling over anything.” A hand gripped the links that connected Petra’s wrists together and the woman sat up on the bed with her legs over the side so that she could stand up. Once her feet were on the floor, the bound lady was guided by the tugs on her wrists so she followed Diana out of the room and down the hallway towards the toilet.

What was that? The sound was soft at first, but it increased in volume until Petra realised that it was the voice of a woman who was begging and pleading through some kind of gag. OMG! That must be Kendra and she has woken up in the same state as I did. Did you tie your aunt to the bed, Diana?

There was the sound of a door opening in front of the helpless woman and she was pushed into the small room and turned around before she was made to sit on the seat. “I’ll leave you to sort yourself out, slave.” Diana said as she locked the ankles of the captive together with the second set of handcuffs. “It seems that my aunt is in desperate need of relief after her night’s sleep, and I will have to do something to help her.”

What are you going to do to Kendra?

Petra’s thought must have shown on her face as Diana said “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything illegal. To be honest though, there is very little that counts as illegal in our situation, and I’ll have to show you what the law is sometime. You’ll be amazed.”

I’ll take your word for it at the moment, Diana. The door was closed and there was the sound of a key turning in a lock which confirmed to the captive that she was locked in until she was allowed back out by Diana. While the helpless lady was taking care of herself, there was the sound of intense laughter for about a minute and a half and this halted only to be followed by a long loud scream which indicated that Kendra had been sated by her niece. Your aunt really is the same as you if tickling can have that effect on her as well.

As the woman remained seated in her locked room, the door was unlocked before it was opened and the handcuffs were removed from her ankles. “I have calmed down Auntie and she will rest for a while, so it is time for me to take you back to your cell for breakfast, my cute captive.” Diana said as she took hold of Petra’s wrist cuffs, and the lady walked behind her captor as she was taken back to her room.

“Stand still now, and put your feet together.”

This is unusual, as I thought that you would want to handcuff me back to the bed before you feed me. Is that rope? Ten loops of the material were taken around her ankles, before four cinches that were applied between her legs and tightened before the ends were tied off so that her ankles were tied together. The second coil was wrapped around her legs just below the knees, and this was tightened in the same manner before two more ropes bound her legs above the knee and at the mid-thighs, with the cinches ensuring that the bonds would remain snug and secure.

Something different is going to be happening to me this morning, then. The handcuffs of the nude Petra were unlocked and there was a clank as they were placed on the drawer before her arms were pulled behind her back with her hands placed palm to palm. Another coil of rope was wound eight times around her wrists and three looped cinches pulled the windings tight with the ends knotted together in a place which her enquiring fingers could never reach.

She couldn’t help but emit a squeal as her forearms were pulled together, and a rope encircled her arms just above the elbows with the cinching causing her elbows to almost touch. More rope was taken around her chest above and below her breasts which caused her upper arms to be bound to her body, and a short length of cord was looped four times between her breasts around the upper and lower ropes so that the material pressed into her soft flesh. Another long rope was wrapped around her waist and lower arms and with it tied together at her front with several feet hanging which brushed against the thighs of the bound lady.

The rope was moved away from the lady’s body and she wondered what was happening when the end was threaded between her upper thighs before it was looped over her wrist bondage, and as it was pulled tight Petra noticed that something had been altered. Knots! You’ve added knots to the rope and they’re pressing against me! The end of the crotch-rope was tied off and the captive discovered that moving in the bonds made it feel as if her body was being caressed, which had the result of lighting the fire of her libido.

Am I going to have to get used to this situation of being aroused so long as I’m in bondage? As the helpless lady moved in her bonds she was unable to prevent herself from emitting a sigh from her gagged mouth, which let her captor know just how much the ropes were effecting her.

“It’s always like this, so you need to accept your sexualised position as a bondage slave. Anyway, I have a few more touches to add, so I’ll help you to sit on the bed.” The captive was made to turn around and a gentle push against her chest caused her to shuffle back, until the back of her lower legs touched the bed so she sat down. There was a sensation on her feet and she was puzzled by this for a moment until it dawned on her that Diana was winding rope several times around the arches of her feet before cinches were added which bound her feet together. A moment later, the helpless lady giggled as twine was wrapped six times around her big toes and the three cinches caused her toes to be locked in position.

This is weird as even my feet are in bondage, and they are stuck so that they have to move in unison.

“You are not to speak while you have your breakfast, otherwise your meal will be stopped and you will have to go over my knee.” There was the sound of liquid being poured over something and the touch at the back of the captive’s neck suggested to her that the ball-gag was going to be removed. Sure enough, the ends of the straps were unbuckled and the ball was extricated from her mouth which caused a few drops of drool to splash down onto her breasts.

“We can’t have that irritating you now.” Diana said as she wiped the liquid up with a kitchen towel before sitting on the bed to the right of the captive with a bowl and spoon in her hands, before taking up a spoonful of cereal and pressing it against the lady’s lips. Petra opened her mouth so that she could be fed the meal and it didn’t take long before it was swallowed, with her opening her mouth for a sip of orange juice.

The breakfast took time because the bound woman was unable to feed herself but she discovered that the experience proved to be erotic which added to the feeling of arousal in her body. I orgasmed not so long ago, how can I end up being turned on again so soon?

After another sip of juice from the bottle the powerless nude expected to be given another mouthful of cereal, but she was taken by surprise when she was pulled across the lap of her captor and she was held in an embrace as passionate lips pressed against hers. Although she froze for a moment owing to the speed of her captor’s actions, the lady responded with kisses of her own as her thighs were caressed by Diana’s right hand. It seemed to be all too soon when the kisses ended, but the helpless captive knew better to ask for any more seeing as this could end up with her being punished.

“Open your mouth wide, as I need to gag you before you provide me with pleasure.” Diana said.

“But Mistress Diana, if I am gagged how can I-ff.” The question that Petra tried to frame was ended in mid sentence as something was thrust into her mouth before two straps were taken around to the back of her neck were they were buckled together. Her tongue hadn’t been pushed back which was normal when she had been gagged before, but there was no ball in her mouth and when she explored her tongue she discovered that a large leather ring was between her teeth which kept her mouth wide open. Although she tried to speak, the fact that her mouth was held rigid prevented her from creating anything other than garbled sounds when she made an attempt at talking.

“It’s called a ring gag, which we sometimes call the ‘foot-slave gag’, and it doesn’t require a person to be a Sherlock Holmes to understand why.” The lady said as she rose from the bed before pushing Petra back onto the bed and turning her around so that she was prone, while she was facing the top of the bed. As the captive lay there, her legs were bent at the knees until her heels pressed into her bottom, and a length of rope was looped around her wrist and ankle bonds with the ends knotted together so that she was held in a strict hogtie.

Petra’s body was gripped and pulled down to the bottom of the bed so that her knees touched the frame at the foot, and she felt the deformation of the mattress as her captor got onto the bed. If I’m right about this, you will be sitting at the top of the bed and at any moment I’m going to get a pair of feet stuck right in front of my face.

Sure enough, after a few seconds Petra’s cheeks were stroked by the two big toes as Diana’s feet were put into position. “You are our foot-slave, Petra and it is time that you started your duties if you want to ensure that you will receive further pleasure during your captivity. So suck, lick and kiss my feet.”

It was difficult for Petra to do an actual kiss owing to the fact that her mouth was forced wide apart, so she did her best approximation by pressing her upper and lower lips in turn against a particular spot. First the captive started on the small toes of her mistress, and the bound nude changed from one foot to another as she worked her way up to the toes until she reached the two big ones. Several kisses were landed on them before the captive concentrated on applying her lips to the soles and sides of her captor’s feet, with her trying to reach as far as possible which was limited by the restrictions of her bondage.

“You should be putting that tongue of yours to work, slave.”

The helpless woman poked her tongue out of the ring and ran it several times over the top of the toes that were at the end of Diana’s right foot before she applied the treatment to the other foot. There were giggles from the captor as the captive poked her tongue between the little and second toes, so that the gap ended up receiving a thorough licking for about half a minute before she moved up to the next space. When all of the gaps had been visited, the bound lady spent some time licking over her mistress’s big toes before the captive applied her tongue to tickling the soles of Diana’s feet, which squirmed as the woman giggled and laughed in response.

After Diana’s feet had been tickled for a few minutes, Petra placed her mouth around the right big toe and sucked at it as best she could while licking the appendage when it was in her mouth. It didn’t take long for the mistress to moan in pleasure as her other toe was treated in the same manner, and Petra also found that being made to serve another woman as a foot slave also added fuel to the flame of desire that burned between her legs.

As time went on, Petra alternated between the various ways of paying attention to the feet of her mistress, and the sighs and moans of the woman increased in volume and intensity until there was a long, loud scream as she convulsed on the bed.

OMG, did I just give you an orgasm just by doing this to your feet? Owing to Diana’s feet going all over the place, Petra decided that it would be best if she just kept her head down while Diana’s feet were moving in an uncontrolled manner. Now I have to try and avoid feet that I can’t even see. It wasn’t long before the movements subsided and the captive writhed in her bondage on the bed so that the ropes would caress her, owing that her mistress would be resting in her post-orgasmic reverie.

“Has my poor slave had to wait there while I have been having all of the fun? I suppose that I will need to do something in return for your services, maybe you should experience a new type of caress.” The writhing captive was caught by surprise as she was rolled onto her right side, before she was turned around so that she faced the head of the bed and pushed down so that her back pressed against the foot of the bed.

What is going to happen to me now? This question was soon answered when pressure was applied to the mounds of her breasts, but she could tell that this wasn’t from the hands of her captor as it seemed to be different somehow. After the pressure moved around her bosom she managed to understand what was touching her, and she was quite surprised when this realisation caused her to be even more aroused.

They’re your feet, you’re groping my breasts with your feet. The toes wiggled into the gaps between the mounds and her chest and the bound lady moaned as the lower part of the chest ropes teased her soft flesh. Soon, the big toes traced soft and gentle circles around her areola before the tips of her erect nipples were flicked by the appendages and she writhed in her bonds as the flame of her libido grew ever stronger.

At this rate, you’ll bring me to bliss by your feet alone. Wait, where have one of your feet gone? Oooooooooo, there it is. While Diana’s left foot continued to stroke Petra’s breasts, the right traced a path down her body until it reached the top of her legs and it caressed against her Mound of Venus before the big toe was worked between the captive’s legs. I won’t need much more, just keep caressing me. The moans from the captive grew louder as the speed of the strokes increased, and the lady felt as if she was almost at the point when she would reach her release.

Just a few seconds later, the cries from Petra were interrupted by the ringing of Diana’s handset. “Sorry, I have to answer this, slave.” The woman said as she left the bed, leaving the bound lady squirming in her denial.

“Hi, it’s Diana here. What is it? Oh, everything is ready then. You need me to go over straight away so that your workers can take the rest of the day off? Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can so that your men can load the van up. Bye for now.”

You can’t be serious about this, I’m right on the edge.

“Sorry love, but you will have to stay like this as I have something important to do. The owner of the warehouse needs me to go over as soon as possible to load the van up so that his workers can start the holiday.” Diana said as she put her shoes on “Your pleasure will have to wait until I get back. See you soon.”

No, you can’t leave me.

The sound of footsteps and the closing of the door informed a stunned Petra that she was going to have to remain in a state of denial until Diana returned, and she squirmed in her bondage in the vain hope that the ropes would caress her to release. All this resulted in a situation where the captive brought herself closer to the edge without going over, and she screamed out at the erotic torment that was driving her insane.

Help me, somebody please help me!