Jemima's Tale Pt. 05

Glenn is standing there, wearing a gold-coloured towelling robe, the soft light from the flames outlining every curve of his tanned, muscular legs, his broad shoulders... my head is spinning with images (...you want him to become the second man ever to possess you, you want to take him inside you, to worship his body with the heat of your own eager flesh...) He steps forward and behind him I see the place that has been prepared for me: a thick transparent plastic sheet has been spread across the thick carpet and a king-size white quilt thrown over it.

He comes towards me, good body, tanned and still muscular, although he has obviously been much more toned when younger. Even with my heels on, he is a good three inches taller than me. He is extremely sexy and I know that I am rather over-excited by the sheer actuality of his presence. I hope he likes his french maid in the flesh as much as he'd said he had on the web...

"Er... I think I'm a bit nervy..." I start to talk too much but he just leans down and kisses me lightly on the lips, a smell of cologne and male musk that makes my chest tighten. It seems such a long time since I'd been in the arms of a real live man...

Smiling, he looks me up and down intently while his right hand comes up and gently cups my right breast beneath the frilled apron front. He lightly squeezes its roundness and I feel my prick stir in my panties. It's like a dream somehow come true. His left hand slips behind me, starting to ruffle and play with the layers of frills covering my behind. I want him to kiss me properly. The hand leaves my bottom, reaching round between my stockinged thighs to press the palm against the front of my panties, feeling the awakening bulge within. Instinctively I push my hips forward, breathing harder, rubbing myself against his firm, exciting fingers. He laughs quietly and seems pleased at what he sees. Steve always said he couldn't believe how responsive I was to his touch. Glenn kisses me again and I melt with relief into the genuine warmth of his passion.

Pausing now, my new master tells me that it is time for him to remove my panties - a thrill of pure erotic pleasure runs through my insides as he bares me, coolly pulling the frilly knickers down around my ankles without ceremony. I step out of them without having to be told. He stands behind me and slides his hands round under the front of my apron. My breasts arch into the warmth of his palms, my nipples stiffen beneath his fingertips and I taste my own lipstick on lips suddenly grown dry.

Naked from the waist down, I stand in my maids apron and watch myself allow this stranger to stroke and fondle me intimately. The fact that he is still clothed makes me feel even more on display. I am completely his creature now, a totally sexual being, defined only by the exquisite sensation of his touch. Glenn inspects me all over, reaching between my legs to cup my exposed balls, my aroused prick, lifting my ponytail to kiss the back of my neck.

His hand comes to rest across the soft curves of my buttocks: "Would you like me to whip you now?" he asks, already knowing the answer.

My bottom gives an involuntary shiver and I nod - if I speak I think I might burst into tears.

"Tell me," he insists, making sure I remember his character in all this.

"Yes, I'd like you to whip me now..." I whisper, my face burning in my shame, my exciting humiliation.

Without lingering, he motions for me to get on my knees, on the floor, in front of the quilt. I watch him gather together the items that I am to wear; I am impressed - it all appears to be proper, (and expensive) bondage equipment.

He holds up two sets of leather shackles, each comprising a pair of cuffs linked to each other by a short chain. I decide that one cuff of each pair goes around each ankle then each corresponding wrist is secured to it by the second cuff, in effect forcing the wearer to end up bent over in a sort of sitting position (...bare arse nice and ready, waiting for its punishment...) and I immediately become all too aware that I am actually here, dressed as a french maid, kneeling in front of this naked stranger and that I am going to allow him to tie me up and spank me for his sexual gratification. "Stephanie" I murmur soundlessly, practicing the safe word that I have been given, even though I have been told I won't have any need for it...

Sure enough, as predicted, Glenn moves behind me, quickly fastening a cuff round each of my stockinged ankles, above the ankle strap of each shoe. He pulls the straps tight. They feel heavy and substantial through the sheer nylon and make me feel very sexy and exposed kneeling there.

Glenn grabs a brown velvet cushion from the sofa and throws it onto the quilt just in front of me. A firm push between my bare shoulderblades and suddenly I fall forward landing on top of the cushion with a surprised gasp (..ooff!). I lie there on my front, slightly winded, with my prick pressing into the soft velvet, while Glenn takes the opportunity to take each of my legs and bend them back at the knee. My white stilettoes wave in the air above my bum for a few moments.

He is not fooling around now: "Put your arms back behind you and try to grab hold of each ankle."

Completely enthralled by his dominance, I turn my head to one side, pushing my shoulders into the quilt and reaching back obediently. Before I know it, each of my wrists is taken in turn, inserted into its waiting cuff and secured neatly to the appropriate ankle. Glenn finishes doing up the straps and lets go. Immediately I try to move, but all I can do is rock slightly from side to side on the cushion. My weight readjusts and I utter a little cry - it isn't cramped or painful, but the muscles in my back and arms know quite definitely that they are being held captive in this unusual new position.

I have never felt anything like this before: my arms stretch backwards, pulling my ankles up and apart, pushing my hips open, and serving to spread my buttocks wide apart. Cool air wafts up between the naked cheeks of my bottom, gently playing over the gaping rosebud of my anus and making me distinctly glad of my earlier thoughtful application of perfume...

Simply and efficiently, Glenn has rendered me completely powerless - totally restricting my movements but still allowing him total sexual access to me at all times. Laid out on the floor in front of him like this, I feel about as exposed and vulnerable as it's possible to be and suddenly become aware of my cock swelling full and hard beneath me. I shift my hips above the cushion, trying to rub myself against the soft velvet padding, shamelessly betraying my excitement to the man standing over me. He makes me wait then, for quite a while, obviously enjoying the sight of his sexy bare-bottomed maid spread invitingly before him, not only utterly helpless to prevent him doing whatever he wanted to her, but also completely enslaved by her own depraved desire for it to happen...

Part 6 - Jemima is Very Obedient.

My new master now shows me the next part of my preparation - a vibrating butt-plug. It is a long, fairly stocky cylinder with a definite helmet-like 'glans', capped at the end with a bar designed to prevent it from disappearing inside wherever it might be introduced... a wire leading out of the base links to a simple plastic switch. The rule was to be that once I had received the plug from my master, I must retain it inside me at all times - only he is allowed to remove it, if and when he might decide to enter me (...my stomach flutters wildly just thinking about it...)

Glenn makes me watch him while he takes the top off a tube of lubricant, squeezing a good palmful into his hand before applying it thickly to the business end of the plug. The plug that he is seconds away from inserting inside me. I wonder how long it actually is - eight inches? Nine? Spread wide open on the quilt, I can do nothing but give the muscles of my poor rosebud an anticipatory work-out. He disappears out of my limited angle of vision, down towards my middle... down towards the temptations of my spread-eagled backside...

A lubricated finger lightly touches my exposed anus, making me jump, despite myself. Lazily, it probes and enters, swirling and pushing, pulling back and pushing in, hooking itself deep inside the warm luscious depths of my hole. It stops moving for a moment concentrating on rubbing a secret place that sends my legs trembling in their restraints.

Busy fingers move up inside me, coating my muscles with warm jelly, making me rock from side to side and bringing little moans of delight from my open mouth. Their work done, the fingers are withdrawn, to be quickly replaced by the thick shaft of the plug sliding wickedly into my rectum. Accepting the bulge of the head makes me groan and twist a little at the feeling of sharpness slipping past my muscles,but the shaft continues to be unrelentingly pushed into me. It feels very far up now, a ghostly pressure anchored at the base by the clasping ring of my anus, fills the very center of my body. Eventually the bar comes to rest, snug and sweet against my exposed perineum. The feeling of the wire poking out from between my buttocks sends a shiver of degradation running through me.

Unseen hands switch the vibrator on - the noise of the motor is muted and quiet in the dim room but the sudden explosion of pulsing and buzzing inside my wriggling, uncontrollable, bottom tells a different story! The feeling grows, very arousing yet supremely unsatisfying, both at the same time. I hold it inside me obediently, my muscles resisting the growing urge to expel this artfully vibrating intruder. That's the thing I find with butt-plugs - they can creep up on you unawares, particularly if you're near to coming, so you have to watch them.

Glenn lies down next to my side, his face directly in front of mine. Firmly holding the back of my head he kisses me again, his masterful tongue once more probing and exploring my hot mouth. His hazel eyes seem to be sparkling - I guess he is getting turned on. I close my eyes, partly to hide the fact that for some peculiar reason tears are welling up inside me. The strength of my emotions takes me by surprise.

Minutes pass, and more minutes go by. All the time he draws out the kiss, taking his time to savour my position of helplessness, taking in my obvious receptiveness to his desires, exciting both of us with this subtle demonstration of his power. I want him to take everything I have.

Finally he breaks away. "The sooner you pay the forfeit, the sooner you can have the reward," he whispers, eyes sparkling wickedly, and I see then that he wants to have me as much as I want to be had!

"Yes...yes..." is all I manage to get out, my mind overloaded with thoughts and feelings, my insides thrilled with the constant, unwavering buzz in my behind.

He disappears again, momentarily, then I hear him kneeling behind me. Strong wide fingers slide into my mouth, depressing my tongue, making my jaw relax, before pushing the smooth, hard sphere of a ball-gag between my wide-open lips. The straps are pulled tight, just below my ponytail and I begin breathing noisily through my nose, my head swimming with the reality of the hard latex filling in my mouth. I realise my master has had me plugged me at both ends. Scary though it is, I have to admit the increased feeling of helplessness adds to my mounting excitement.

"MMmm," I try to speak, experimentally and quite inaudibly. For a split second I wonder just how I would get my safe word out, if I needed to, then from behind the sofa, the instrument that will be used to discipline me is produced and I can think of nothing else. Glenn brandishes a proper long leather horse crop, about a yard long, thin and whippy with a little tuft at the end. It looks like he could inflict pain with that. I start to get scared.

Moving into position back between my legs, he runs the tip over my lube-smeared bum and down between my spread buttocks, tracing around the buzzing plastic cylinder jutting out of my stretched anus, burrowing under to tickle the back of my balls. I hear the long, slow swoosh of the whip and the first stroke arcs across my bottom (...OWWW!!...) with a sting that brings my head up with a snap. "MMMM!!" I manage to yell through the stiff vinyl of the gag.

"Remember to keep hold of your new friend," he reminds me, helpfully, before once again I hear the dreadful descending swoosh and...

SsshhWACK! My buttocks crease with flame. I try to remember that he is taking it easy with my virginal skin, but it feels like I'm being marked for life...

SssshhhWCCK! The next stroke spits more fire, sending me whimpering in my gag. I struggle in my bonds, it feels good to be held when the pain

SssshhhWIICCKK! My bum throbs white-hot but my erection is trying to drill its way through both cushion and quilt into the floor. I gratefully accept my new-found master's discipline, loving him for being willing to grant me the gift of lying here helpless before his will. This experienced, strong-willed man, makes me feel so open and exposed, both physically and mentally, and I marvel at the expertise that makes me both fear and crave his next attention to my behind.

SsshhhhWWACCCK! When the next cut lands the familiar impact makes me jump and the raw heat flooding through my buzzing, smarting backside actually makes my eyes start to water. I don't know if I can bear another one, but what choice do I have anyway? The vibrator keeps my cock pressed hard into the yielding softness of the pillow beneath me and I seem to discover that I am starting to daydream about Glenn kneeling in front of me, the gag in my mouth replaced by his stiff cock while he reaches over my back and continuing to use the long whip on my dancing, smarting, buttocks... Yes, on reflection, it doesn't seem to hurt all THAT badly...

But the next stroke never came.

I wait, opening my eyes again - I sense he is still standing behind me, but what is he waiting for?

"Slight change of plan," he whispers, "I need to do something right now."

Bending, I feel him bestow a single kiss on each glowing cheek of my bottom - my heart melts inside my chest once more - then I cry out through the gag as the butt-plug is roughly pulled from my rectum, leaving my poor hole bereft and empty.

Just as I work out what might be coming my way, I give out a muffled exclamation and between my outstretched knees, my new master's weight pushes down on my back and rests heavily in the backwards cradle of my shackled arms and legs. His robe discarded, I feel his nakedness lying full length on top of me, pressing intimately against every inch of my own bare skin.

Helpless to do anything except accept the weight on my shoulders and tender backside, I start to breathe heavily with excitement, feeling a hairy stomach nestling into my lower back and strong forearms sliding beneath my reversed arms, bracing themselves on the padded quilt.

Sheathed in cool smooth latex, the erect cylinder of a well-aroused prick prods lustily at my splayed bottom, (...oh god he's going to do it...) and sure enough, hunching his body right up against my defenceless rear, my new master mounts me; no waiting, no delay, just a quick, straight lunge inside with a brisk, degrading, assumption of familiarity that brings a wail of pure excited lust from my throat. In the most intimate way possible, this man is claiming me for his own.

I briefly experience the extraordinarily releasing feeling of my anus stretching open to accept his swollen, probing shaft. The slick coating on the condom, together with the lubrication from the butt-plug makes it really easy for me to take him and almost immediately it feels like his entire length (...eight solid inches right up your grateful arse...) is embedded deep inside me. He raises himself a little and I thrill at the sensation of his balls softly falling into the gap between my tender, wide-open, bumcheeks.

Sometimes, when your bottom is filled right up with your man, it's difficult to know where to turn. Even if you're not spread immobile on the floor beneath him, you don't know whether to clench and squeeze tight around him, or relax and wait for him to take control, when every deep primal feeling you possess is screaming at you to (...beg him buried right inside beg him to give it to me fuck me fuck me oh fuck me my love...)...

Bound and breathless beneath his not-inconsiderable weight, my mind is racing (...an inch further inside you than Steve ever was, can you feel it up there?...) I realise I have never felt so totally, overpoweringly, possessed by a man as I do now.

As if in answer my zealous new lover sighs against my back, "Jesus, that is goooood..." sending tremors from his chest vibrating through my entire body. "I figured neither of us could wait any longer...", he confesses, somewhat guiltily. It was just as he had warned me. I was there purely to serve my master's needs (... just a quick ride to try the bitch out...) and at that moment my master wanted to fuck.

Strong hands slide under my spread-eagled front and close around the twin globes of my titties, anchoring me to his thrusting body. The man on top of me starts to work himself in and out of my burning hole, my bottom squelching at each new assault, he is stretching me with his slippy sliding glans bumping warm and hollow into the depths of my being my core... (...fucking me reaming me oh yes oh yes on top of me doing me making me...)

The little part of my mind watching me rocking and moaning beneath my handsome new lover is amazed at how different it is from being fucked by Steve - Glenn is more confident and purposeful and somehow so much more intense. Our bodies locked together in sheer unconstrained lust, I feel the man above me directing my movements, making me follow his lead in the timeless, driving rhythm of sex. Shoving and back and SHOVING and back and SHOVING - with each divine sliding PUSH into me my prick is crushed into the softness of the cushion beneath me. The stimulation overlays the sheer erotic power of my complete submission to this powerful stranger (...please don't stop don't stop oh I can't...) and I feel my orgasm building between my spread thighs, my hips humping uncontrollably beneath my lover's weight...

"Oh baby, yeah" he gasps in my ear and above me his body goes rigid, flattening onto my back, his loins pound against my backside and he comes... - and again it feels subtly, erotically, different from Steve, the same incredible hollowing sensation of 'bigness' releasing into me but no tell-tale wetness gradually making its presence known inside, no warm sticky outpour up between my buttocks, or oozing from my stretched and happy entrance. That said, I can still feel his love moving softly within me, flowing through me, making me whole once more and in return I grant him the heart-felt gift of my receiving...

Afterwards I lie there exhausted beneath him, feeling his shaft still ramrod-stiff up inside me. I find myself idly musing on the benefits of taking mature men as lovers... I haven't come but I really don't care, instead I gradually notice that my throat hurts and my eyes seem to have filled with tears. I close them in the hope that my wonderful new love won't notice what he has wrought.

Part 7 - Jemima is Put Completely in His Hands

We remain collapsed there on the floor together for a moment, the calm after the storm. Kissing the back of my neck, he unties my gag, allowing me to gratefully relax my aching mouth and lips. I rest there, enjoying the intimacy of his weight on me, his prick still joining us together. I am flushed and light-headed with exertion - and I haven't been doing any of the active part of the fucking! After a few minutes, he pulls out of me and I utter another little cry as he withdraws. He removes the filled condom from his softening shaft and in my depraved imagination I see him emptying the contents into his palm and instructing me to lick the salty blobs of semen from his fingers...