Abigail In Trouble Ch. 18: Rebound

Abigail in Trouble Ch. 18: Rebound

RECONVENE

Cliff was stewing a little in his room. He didn't know what to do to occupy the time before Abigail came to him. He knew that she wanted to tell the others about their surprise gift herself and wanted him out of the way for that. He suspected that she had a little something for him as well, she had hinted as such, but beyond that he hadn't a clue.

Maybe she'd got a new dress to show him or something. He was not usually disappointed in her, and so while he wondered what she was up to and thought about what they'd got up to early this morning, he couldn't help a stirring in his trousers. She was pretty darn hot after all.

After his huge discharge this morning, and just to make sure he didn't disappoint her this evening, Cliff risked popping a little blue pill. He didn't actually think he needed it; he'd gone a second time before, but it would give her something to think about, and for longer. That is, if she wanted to take the evening in that direction. If not, he would probably have blues balls by the morning and a very uncomfortable time in his trousers until then.

After that, he fussed around, dimming the lights and tidying his room: Abigail had left it rather messy. He also made sure the little jewellery box he'd bought from the shop was to hand on the bedside table. He wondered if he should present it to her a soon as she came in, but decided to leave it where it was for now, next to the fake tiara.

After running out of things to do, he just sat on the foot of his bed which faced the door, and waited. And waited. After a while he heard some clattering in the corridor and some voices. He wondered if he should go and see if he was needed but decided against it. Abigail had been specific: stay put until she comes in.

After a while longer, maybe half an hour he heard some more clattering, this time getting louder, and seeming to stop right outside his door. Cliff looked up in anticipation. He nearly got up to open the door when it opened of its own accord.

There was a loud "Slap!", the kind of sound made when a firm, flat hand, makes rapid contact with an area of soft, pliant flesh. This was immediately followed by a muffled shriek and then Abigail lurched forwards through the doorway, staggering on her high heels and desperately trying to come to a halt without falling over. A hand reached in and closed the door behind her.

Cliff's mouth dropped to the floor in awe as he surveyed her.

Abigail stood in a pure white outfit, consisting of a white camisole top struggling to contain her generous out-thrust breasts, an obscenely short white skirt, white lace-top stockings and those crazy white high heels that Cliff recognised. She was struggling to keep her balance on the heels because her arms seemed to be trussed up by leather strapping behind her back.

Her hair was done up nicely with a couple of white ribbons to each side, and her face looked beautiful, if slightly marred by the large ball-gag wedged deeply between her lips. A hefty and wide leather belt was strapped tightly around her already narrow waist, and she had a leather collar around her slender neck. Additional leather cuffs were attached to her ankles, but these did not seem to be fixed to anything.

Abigail watched Cliff with a wide-eyed mixture of surprise and nervousness, while she gently squirmed in her bonds, squeaking slightly and wiggling one bum-cheek that seemed to be giving her some trouble. It looked like she was trying to rub that side of her bottom, but of course her arms were pinned too high up to reach.

After a while she calmed down and just stood straight, swaying her hips slightly, thrusting her bust out towards him, terrified of falling over if she moved her feet. Cliff took his time, drinking in the amazing sight of his gorgeous girl, his lovely Abby, all decorated, wrapped up, bound and delivered to his room. His cock was doing its own appraisal and was quickly swelling in his trousers.

He finally snapped out of his detailed survey, beaming at her in wonder. "Wow, Abby! You look absolutely AMAZING!" he told her. Abigail gave a huge sigh of relief. He liked it! Cliff continued. "That outfit looks VERY sexy on you. Is that an old school sports uniform, or cheerleading outfit or tennis or something?" he asked, grinning. She shook her head. "So, a special outfit just for me?" This time a nod.

"But you seem to be all tied up, don't you?" She rolled her eyes at his ridiculous statement of the bleeding obvious. "Is that for me too?" he asked, smiling. Another nod. "But Abby, you know that this means that I can do ANYTHING I want to you, and you won't be able to stop me. At all. Right?"

Abigail fixed him with a serious look and nodded, and kept nodding again and again. 'That was the whole POINT' she thought to herself.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he confirmed back to her. He was enjoying this immensely; teasing her, but also confirming their expectation of each other. "To be helpless and vulnerable and not able to stop me doing whatever I wanted WITH, and TO, and maybe even INSIDE you?" Abigail went weak at the knees with this suggestion and she was sure her pussy gushed at the thoughts he was conjuring in her mind. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" Cliff asked again, perhaps rhetorically.

"Yes! That's EXACTLY what I want!" she shouted to him in her mind. She nodded vigorously to leave him absolutely no doubt that that was what she wanted.

"Well" said Cliff, getting the point and starting to take charge. "You can start by giving me a twirl to show me your considerable charms."

Abigail looked at him in surprise. "Surely he can see I can barely stand in these things, let alone twirl?" she thought. Nevertheless she had given herself over to him, so had better do what he told her. She started shuffling her feet on the carpet and started to turn, taking lots of little steps to rotate on the spot. Cliff watched her closely, scanning her lovely, curvy, strapped up body as she turned, enjoying the familiar stirring in his trousers.

Oh God, she looked so adorable, sexy, edible, vulnerable, beautiful, fuckable........ he couldn't describe her adequately enough. That she had entrusted him again with her safety and his pleasure was the best part. He felt he had won the lottery with having Abigail. And some! A happy smile swept over his face.

She completed one turn and he swirled his hand indicating that she should keep going. She rolled her eyes slightly in annoyance, but continued to rotate. Cliff was checking out her body, her outfit and her bonds. He could see how her arms were very tightly strapped to her back and that she was wearing other manacles. He just caught a glimpse of black leather high on her thighs under the skirt and decided to investigate that later.

But first, Cliff told her to stop, facing him. "You're missing something" he told her, before standing up and going over to the bedside table. She watched him as he picked up a couple of items.

He sat back on the end of the bed and ushered her closer. She tottered close and he spread his knees, drawing her between them so that she was stood directly in front of him. He reached up and stroked her hair back then, using both hands, lifted the tiara and placed it on her head, tucking it carefully into her wavy locks. Abigail just stood there, thrusting her full breasts out towards him, loving the care he was taking with her.

Then Cliff picked up the jewellery box. "This is just a little something, Abby, to show you how special you are to me" he told her. He held it up in front of her and snapped it open so that she could see what was inside: A lovely silver heart-shaped pendant on a delicate silver chain. Her eyes softened with love and she sighed in gratitude at the beautiful gift he'd bought for her.

Cliff drew the pendant from the box and fumbled with the catch as he hung it around her neck below the collar, and under the leather strap at her back.

"There. My beautiful Princess." He leant back to admire her in the new jewellery, before drawing her closely into a warm embrace, squeezing her breasts into his chest. She just melted in his arms.

REJOIN

Cliff enjoyed squeezing Abigail's bound body against his chest. Her arms were bound behind her so all she could do was enjoy the moment, not really contributing much to the embrace except perhaps rocking her shoulders as she stood, making her soft breasts nuzzle into his chest through his shirt.

She could also feel the unmistakable shape of his growing cock in his trousers as he held her tightly to him, with his legs spread either side of her as he sat on the end of the bed. As his cock grew under the simple feeling of her, it nudged into the front of her thighs, and she shivered at the thought of its potential.

Cliff released her from his arms and held her by her shoulders looking up at her. He leant back a bit to admire her body, and his feet snaked around behind her calves, pressing the front of her legs against the end of the bed between his thighs. His hands stroked down her sides, fleetingly over her thrust-out breasts, then continued lower to her hips

His big hands now slipped back and around and before long they close over the pert shapes of her round bottom cheeks through the skirt. He squeeze them firmly, pawing the softness through the material, then his hands dipped and hiked up the back of her short skirt as they slid up under it.

Now his strong hands pawed her nearly naked butt-cheeks, getting their fill of the soft, pliant flesh. She whimpered a bit as his hands squeezed over the still raw skin where Stuart has smacked her, but the softer stroking soothed the pain away. Cliff hefted her bum cheeks in each hand, feeling their weight and allowing his hands to grope all over her naked flesh under the skirt.

His hands drew closer and closer to the narrow strip in the middle until one hand slipped under the thong back and delved down her crack from behind. She squealed nicely as one hand held her bottom firmly, while the other rubbed down her groove, past her bum-hole and suddenly stopped.

"Oops" she thought cheekily. "He's found my butt-plug".

Cliff toyed with the end of the plug for a bit and his fingers found the dial. He looked up into her eyes as he turned to dial to gauge her reaction. Sure enough, as the vibrator whirred into life, her eyes closed in bliss and she lost herself in the warm sensation emitting from within her rear.

"Naughty girl" said Cliff. Leaving the butt-plug vibrating on low, he gripped her hips and she gasped as he suddenly turned her around in his strong hands. His feet and hands grasped her and kept her steady. If she wanted him to dominate her, he was ready to give her what she wanted, he thought to himself.

Now she stood with her bottom facing him. He lifted up the back of her skirt, exposing her rosy butt-cheeks, and tucked the hem into the belt, displaying both fleshy globes. There was the red imprint of a hand on one cheek. He chuckled to himself as he reached for the butt-plug again.

Abigail squeaked as he turned the dial up, and at the same time he started to work it around her tight opening, pushing, pulling, wiggling and tapping it. Each movement sent a new sensation up through Abigail's sensitive little body, enflaming her libido and making her squirm her rear at him.

This view also gave him a chance to inspect the black leather high up on her legs he had glimpsed earlier. It seemed to be a hefty leather cuff buckled tightly to each thigh just above the stocking tops. There was a little metal ring secured at the back, and Cliff speculated what it was for.

Leaving the butt-plug for a second, he looked down at her ankle cuffs. They had a small metal ring and a catch at the back. Cliff thought to himself than decided to try something. He held her steady with one hand on the belt around her waist as he reached down with the other and gripped a dainty ankle. Abigail wasn't sure what he was up to until he yanked her ankle back, bending her leg at the knee and making her stand precariously on one foot.

He held her firmly around the waist as he forced her foot right up behind her, her leg bent tightly at the knee and sure enough, the loop on the thigh cuff was exactly level with the catch on her ankle cuff. Cliff smiled to himself as he let her foot drop back down. "Clever girl" he said to her softly.

She was a bit unsteady as he had dropped her foot back down, so he held her around the waist, admiring her buttocks until she stopped wobbling. Not wanting to release his hold on her, his hands went up her sides until his fingers brushed the outside edges of her big breasts. Liking the feel of them, Cliff moved his large hands round to fully place them over her soft globes.

He squeezed them gently in his hands through the thin camisole and the lace cups of the bustier underneath. He loved the feeling of her pliant flesh yielding under his fingers. He could feel her trembling in his palms. His fingers spread over her soft round globes and she purred nicely as his fingers then drew inwards, kneading her twin mounds into peaks for his finger to close around their goal: her nipples.

Abigail gasped as his fingers closed in on her nipples through the material. He squeezed them and rolled them between finger and thumb, the lace of her cups rubbing against her sensitive buds. He could feel them throbbing in his grasp as he tweaked them in pulses, trying to get them to swell even more and forcing them into little stiff sticks. Cliff loved playing with her boobies.

But each time Cliff tweaked Abigail's nipples, it sent a pang of pleasure straight down into her pussy, and she felt that this need some attention as well. Abigail wiggled her largely naked bottom to draw his attention to it, and the trick worked. He gave her nipples once final and firm squeeze, making her squeak sharply, before redeploying his hands downwards.

He went back to playing with her butt-vibrator with one hand. At the same time, his other hand snaked around her hip under the skirt and delved down between her legs. Abigail murmured in appreciation as his hand cupped over the shape of her smooth pussy, barely concealed by the wisp of lace-edged silk that counted for her thong panties.

His middle finger felt up and down her soft slit, worming the thin satin into her slightly. He felt that the material became damp and knew she was enjoying his attentions. His finger rubbed her pussy up and down through the satin as he toyed with the vibrator in her butt, working it around her tight hole.

His middle finger started pushing deeper into her, and working up and down the full length of her slit. She started trembling under his touch and let out little cooing sounds as he played with her. He moved his fingertip to the top and circulated it around where he knew her clit was. Her cute noises turned to little whines as she felt her clit becoming engorged.

With amusement, Cliff felt her clit swell under his touch through the satin. Also, when he occasionally dipped his finger down through the length of her groove, he could definitely feel her wetness.

He decided to explore deeper. He withdrew his hand, only to lather up his middle finger with his mouth. Then he moved his hand down towards her bottom and hooked the narrow band of her panties in the middle with one finger. Running it back up his finger tugged the material out from her crack and the knuckle brushing her naked pussy lips. She gasped as she felt the back of his finger brush through her naked crack.

Cliff tugged the thin strip of lace to the side. With the thin satin out of the way, Cliff touched his wet middle finger to her slit and teased it up and down, trying to gauge how wet she was. She cooed a little as he played with her pussy like that for a while.

It wasn't long before his fingertip felt her wetness and he moved it to her little hole and wormed it inwards. Abigail whimpered a little and squirmed in her bonds as he worked his thick finger up and into the warm folds of her moist pussy.

He had continued to play with the butt-vibrator, but now he had something in both her warm holes, he coordinated his movements, rotating one then the other, pushing one while pulling the other and vice versa. Soon he was stirring both her holes thoroughly; her bum-hole with the vibrator and her pussy with his long thick finger.

He played with her like that for a while, making her whimper and squirm and produce her girl juice all over his finger, encouraging him to press it deeper into her. He turned it inside her and she gave a sharp gasp as he strummed his fingertip across the nub of her ultra-sensitive G-spot.

He enjoyed her reaction, so he kept doing it, making her gasp sharply each time. Her body started to tremble more and more as he played her like a fine musical instrument, stroking her G-spot in different ways to extract a gasp or a moan or a whimper from behind the tight ballgag.

Her passionate little noises sounded very sexy to Cliff and his cock swelled larger and larger within the confines of his trousers until it was becoming uncomfortable. Something would have to be changed.

So Cliff reluctantly withdrew his finger from her pussy, dropping the thong back into place, and left the vibrator buzzing on its own. He licked her juices off middle finger, loving the taste of her, and whetting his appetite. But then he needed to adjust himself, so he flipped her skirt back down at the back and guided Abigail who was still facing away from him to take a step forward so he could get up from the bed.

He stood up and went round her to face her again, starting to unbutton his shirt. She just stood there as she eagerly watched him undress, but then he decided to keep the suspense up a bit. Only having taken his shirt off, he approached her and wrapped it around her head as a blindfold. He used the sleeves to tie it loosely around her eyes. He could still see her chin and the ballgag, but she couldn't see him. Abigail whined in disappointment until he gave her a playful slap on her bottom that said "stop complaining".

He quickly undressed completely, relieved that his large cock could now expand without any restriction. Gazing on the lovely form of a sexily clad Abigail in bondage in his room, got him nice and hard.

Now he had an opportunity to taste her better. He knelt down in front of her and leant in. She could feel his breath on the front of her thighs. He lifted up the front of her skirt this time, tucking it into the belt at the front, and gazed down at the front scoop of her delicate satin and lace thong. There was not much covering her soft pussy and the material had become a bit transparent from her juices. He could make out the profile of her slit through the front panel.

He placed his palms on the tops of her thighs each side of her panties, and his thumbs stroked inward, over her panties. Abigail moaned a little as his thumbs strokes over her soft pussy for a while, making her tremble again. He nudged across her throbbing clit every now and then, making her judder and squeak.

Then his hands slid up under the skirt over her hips, seeking the sides of her panties high up under the skirt. He smiled to himself as he found the little bow ties on each hip, and wasted no time tugging them loose. He drew her thong down and off her, exposing her soft glistening pussy between her silky smooth thighs.

Once the thong was pulled clear, he tapped the insides of her calves, indicating that she should spread her legs. She shuffled her feet in the ridiculous heels as she tried to comply. Cliff saw that she was more unsteady now, so reached up under the skirt at the back and grasped her naked bottom firmly in his large hands to hold her steady.

Then he drew his face closer in to her pussy. Abigail could feel his warm breath on her naked pussy and squirmed slightly in her bonds. Then Cliff extended his large tongue and firmly licked her wetly, all the way from the butt-plug, through her moist slit, up to her clit, which he diddled strongly with the tip of his wet tongue.