Cecyme – The Trapped Temptress Part 5 of 5

Once her master was behind her, Cecyme heard the sound of a zip being pulled down, and she thrust her hips at her master because she didn’t want her denial to continue. A loud scream escaped her lips as her aching void was filled by his engorged shaft, and her sighs turned into moans as he slid in and out of her in slow and gentle motions. After a few minutes have passed, the thrusts into her became faster and stronger which caused her to cry out at each caress of her most intimate area, as the flame of her lust grew ever stronger. Soon, the slave was pressing her hips against Jstreel in order that she could obtain the maximum pleasure from his thrusts into her, and ever second took her closer to the moment of bliss.

Jstreel thrust into Cecyme with a motion that was as intense as possible, but just as his slave was on the edge of her release, he slowed down so that she could be teased for one last time before he sped up so that she could obtain the bliss that she had been desperate for, and had been denied throughout the evening. There was a long loud scream from the helpless lady as the feeling of ecstasy erupted between her legs and engulfed her entire being, which caused her to jerk and convulse in the ropes.

After her orgasm had run its course through her body, she had only a vague awareness of the untying of the rope that bound her wrists to the ceiling, and how she was carried in his arms to the bed, where she fell into a deep sleep…

How long have I been asleep for? It must have been a deep sleep, as I’m no longer bound and gagged, and my shoes, hose and panties have been removed. The lady sat up on the bed and spotted a written note on a piece of paper which told her to take a break in the bathroom along with a shower, before dressing in what had been left for her and returning to the bedroom. It took less than half a minute to get to the bathroom, and she took her break before entering the shower, luxuriating in the touch of the warm water against her skin which was mixed with the sensual caress of the gel.

It took a few minutes for Cecyme to dry herself off, and she noticed the bag that was placed next to the door which she opened to discover a cyan camisole with black dots, plus a matching pair of panties. These must be the items that my master wants me to wear, and I do like the outfit that has been provided for me. She put the camisole on over her head, and it only took a few seconds to take the panties up her legs so that she could make her way back to the bedroom. Once she walked into the room, she could see that Jstreel was waiting for her with plenty of ropes on the bed and she shivered with anticipation of being placed in bondage by her master.

The willing slave walked up to her master with a smile on her face and turned around before placing her arms behind her back with her hands together palm to palm. “Just think, Cecyme, during this morning you fought against me tying you up, and now you can’t wait to be restrained and helpless.” Jstreel said as he took a length of rope and wound it around her wrists ten times, before cinching it four times with the knot tied off where her fingers could not reach.

 “That was before I discovered that I loved being placed in bondage and that my place was to be your slave.” She said as he took another coil before walking around to her front and he wrapped it ten times around her ankle before cinching and tying it off as with her wrists. “Oh, I’m sorry, master. I forgot to call you master.”

He stood up straight and she was surprised when he held her in a warm embrace before running his fingers through her hair as he said “The look in your eyes says ‘Master’ and the tone of your voice says ‘Master’. Why should I get annoyed about you forgetting to say something to me, when you are telling me this all of the time?”

Any attempt by Cecyme to reply was stifled when his lips pressed against hers and soon the kiss became passionate as their tongues became as entwined as their feelings were for each other. They stood there for several minutes until Jstreel pulled back and Cecyme surprised by just how wonderful this kiss was, as none of her previous encounters had ever been anywhere close to being this good. There was silence from the submissive lady as he took three more lengths, and she enjoyed the deep thrill when the material pressed against her skin as the cords were bound to her legs, below and above the knees and at the mid-thigh.

A long piece was select next and this was wound ten times around her body and just below her elbows with the gaps between the arms and her body cinched in order to secure the tie, and another coil was wrapped around her chest just below her breasts. Next, a double stranded length was used to bind her arms to her body above her breasts, but one wrap was taken over her left shoulder and around the back of her neck before it went back over her right shoulder and back to her arms. This was cinched like the others, and it was tied to her chest ropes at the centre of her back before it was taken over her right shoulder and down between her breasts where it was looped around four strands of the lower chest ropes. The rope was taken back over the left should and pulled tight, so that the chest ropes pressed against the captive’s breasts and the end was tied off in the centre of her back.

By now, Cecyme had closed her eyes and she was emitting soft moans as she took pleasure in the cord that restrained her body. “This is incredible, Master, even without the rope that goes in my most intimate place.” She said as she writhed in her bondage.

“Are you referring to a crotch-rope?” Jstreel said.

“That is such a banal name for a wonderful placement of a length of cord. I know that I should not make suggestions, but couldn’t we call it a ‘special’ rope instead?”

“Okay, let’s get you into a kneeling position on the bed, and then I can apply a ‘special’ rope.” He said before helping his slave get onto the bed and placing her in a kneeling position. He took a length of rope which he double stranded before tying the doubled ends around the bottom two parts of her elbow rope at the front and taking the looped end between her upper thighs. This end was taken over the ropes that bound her wrists together and looped around the bonds at her ankles where it was pulled tight and tied off, which left the slave in a kneeling hogtie as well.

“That is wonderful, Master. As I struggle and try to move my feet away from my hands, I get tormented between my legs for my trouble.”

“I’m glad that you like it Cecyme. Now I have to get something for us to eat and drink, and we also have a lot to talk about for the future. It’s boring stuff like rules, limits, safe-words, but it’s best that we set things up now.” The helpless lady looked on as her master left her alone in the room, and she looked back on how the day went.

I understood why I let my ex walk all over me as I was being submissive even then. This time I am lucky as my Master would never treat me like that as he is so caring.

After ten minutes had gone by, Jstreel returned to the bedroom and he brought in a meal on a large tray which he placed on the bed to Cecyme’s left side. Many things were discussed during the long meal, and Cecyme felt as if she was going dizzy as she tried to remember all of the details.

“It seems that I have a lot to learn about being a submissive.” Cecyme said as she smiled at her master “I hope that you will help me with this.”

“I have a lot to learn about how to be your master, as every relationship is different, even one like ours. We can take things one step at a time, but never forget your safe-word or safe-signal as these are very important.” He said before pausing for a few seconds “There is also the matter of what you have been doing to the others in the office, which has been going on for quite some time.”

“Don’t worry, Master, I will behave myself in the future. I won’t tease anyone and I’ll dress in a decent manner from now on.” Cecyme said.

“I have no doubt that my slave will act with decorum, but there is the possibility that some people may become unhappy if you behave normally again without having to be subjected to some kind of punishment. I don’t want to see any of them becoming aggrieved about you getting away with your actions.”

“I understand, Master. The bad little girl has to be seen to be punished so that the others will be happy about my continuing to work there. What can we do to satisfy their desire for justice?” Cecyme said and she was surprised and shocked at the idea that her master had come up with, but he was her master and it was her duty to obey him.

“Are you sure that we can get away with this? What if someone overreacts and tries to stop it? It is scary at the very least, Master, but if you are sure that this will help to calm the situation, then I am not only duty bound but willing to be of assistance.” It was this moment that a yawn escaped the lips of the captive. “I am so sorry, but it seems as if the day has caught up with me at last.”

“I’m not surprised, Cecyme, after all it has been an amazing day and you have experienced a most incredible adventure. Perhaps it is time for you to get some sleep, so I’ll help your to lie down on the bed.”

“Thank you, master. Oh, something had slipped my mind, but I have remembered it now. I talk in my sleep, and there have been times when members of my family ended up recording conversations that I have had with myself. Maybe you should put me in a closet, or another room, so that you can have some peace and quiet.”

“Don’t worry, my wonderful slave, I already have the solution right here.” The master said as he took out four strips of cloth out of a drawer.

It looks as if I’ll be mumbling in my sleep from now on. The woman in bondage opened her mouth wide so that her master could ensure the effectiveness of the gag, and two large white handkerchiefs were pushed between her lips so that her mouth was stuffed. A large cyan spotted scarf was picked up which matched the clothes she was already wearing, and this covered her face from just below her eyes to her throat before it was knotted off at the back of her neck.

It appears that I have a matching set of underwear and gag right now. This must be what the well dressed submissives are wearing this year.

The second scarf which was dark with a pattern was folded lengthways before it was placed over her open mouth above the cyan scarf, and the ends were taken around to the back of her neck where they were pulled tight and knotted off so that the other material was pushed into her mouth. After her gag was finished, her captor moved  her and laid her down on her right side, with her head on a pillow so that she could look at the centre of the bed. Her special hogtie rope was untied from her ankles and pulled tight before it was retied in the same place, so every little movement or even deep breathing served to tease the special place between her legs.

Cecyme closed her eyes, and she felt a gentle caress on her left thigh which made her feel even more comfortable as her need for sleep grew inside her.

“Sleep well, Cecyme.” He said, and she felt a gentle kiss on her left temple. “Sweet dreams.”

I hope that I will have sweet dreams, and all... of... them... have... you.. in.. them...

Monday Morning

It was nine in the morning, which was the start of work time and Cecyme was nervous as she waited in the corridor that led from her master’s room to the main office, so she stood by the door listening to what Jstreel was saying to her fellow workers.

“I know that Cecyme has been a bit of a problem for her fellow office workers, but we have sympathised because of the reason for her behaviour. However, I felt that this had gone on for long enough and the situation was detrimental for everyone. Over the weekend, I had a long conversation with her, and she not only agreed that she had been very unfair to everyone, but that she should be punished as that was the fair thing to do. Please note that she is nervous this morning, and that is unsurprising, but there is to be no laughing or pointing of fingers. I will bring her in now.”

I really hope that they don’t laugh at me.

The secretary watched as the door opened and her master appeared so that he could lead her into the main office, to be shown to the rest of her co-workers. There was silence as she was led into the room, wearing a long black skirt that reached down to her mid calves, black low heel shoes and black stockings, and on top she wore a loose fitting, long sleeved, white thick cotton blouse that was buttoned up to her neck.

It wasn’t the fact of the prim and proper clothing that made them quiet, so much as the extra items that were attached to her in various places, and she was led into the room in a literal sense because of the thick black leather collar around her neck, with a D-ring that had a lead attached to it that was held by her Master. She walked with her wrists in front of her, which were bound by handcuffs that had a linking chain which was about a foot long, and a similar set around her ankles ensured that she could only take small steps. There was a long chain around her waist which was padlocked into place, and another padlock secured the trailing end of the chain to the links of her handcuffs so that the movement of her hands away from her body was limited.

Even Cecyme was speechless at the unveiling of her punishment, as the large red ball-gag that she was introduced to on the Friday evening was back in her mouth again, and the trickles of saliva from her lips had started.

“If anyone interferes with Cecyme’s punishment in any way, they will be in very real trouble.” Jstreel said, but amongst the shocked faces there were nods and smiles of approval at the way the misbehaving secretary had been treated. The captive was taken to her desk, where she sat down before the lead was detached from her collar, and she booted up her PC as her master left the room.

There were moans from the captive as she shifted in position on the chair, because not all of her punishments were visible ones. If only they could see what is going on under my clothing. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the loose blouse, and her erect nipples were being tormented by the same chained clamps that she had to endure on the Friday evening, plus the only thing that was hidden under her skirt was a tight knotted special-rope that teased the naked flesh of her most intimate petals.

Every movement was a distraction that the office worker in bondage had to endure, and she wondered how many days of punishment lay ahead for her as she moaned from the teasing and tormenting of her body.

At least there’s lunch time, Master, when I can bend over your desk for some relief as you take advantage of me...

The End