The Ellie-Mae Chronicles Ch. 03

I grinned at her. "Anytime you want to give me a preview, I'll be pleased to watch, but I'd probably prefer it if you showed me what you wore after the show. That way there's less change of them being damaged or stained before the clients view them. Did you get on OK with the other staff?"

"Yes, they were fine. I've never met people who are so casual about nakedness and sex. Brad and Toni were quite happy to grope me. Mind you, I returned the favour and was quite happy to be groped by them too. In fact Toni did a little more than grope me. She tells me that you have a reputation for sending in new inductees who are horny."

I grinned broadly at her; she poked out her tongue at me.

"Come on, sweetheart," I replied, "You wouldn't want it any other way, would you?"

"Nah, I guess not, so long as you'll fuck me when we get home."

So that was exactly what I did. Once the car was parked, I stripped off her dress and my clothing, then buried myself in her, standing against the garage wall, her legs wrapped around my back as she put pressure on her clit and the base of my cock. We stayed there, still, for several minutes before I carried her to our bed and, still deeply implanted inside her, lay her on her back.

"Do you like being fucked with your corset on?" I asked.

"On, off, just so long as I'm fucked, I'm happy," she panted, he breathing restricted by her corset and my weight on her.

Staying inside her, I reached into my drawer and brought out a simple yet favorite toy; a piece of elastic. I tied one end to her left nipple ring, passed the elastic around my back and tied the other end to her right nipple ring with a slip knot for quick removal if necessary. Then I leant backwards, tightening the elastic and pulling her nipples upwards. She grimaced from pain, then rolled her eyes back as the sexual feelings exploded from her stretched nipples.

We made love slowly and gently for nearly half an hour, during which time she came at least four times. Her big one followed my release, the feeling of my hot sperm jetting against the end of her cunt as I arched backwards, tightening the elastic, being all that was needed to blast her to oblivion. We both came down from our orgasms clutched in each other's arms, lovers forever.

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Ellie-Mae's journal week 4 (cont'd)

Saturday evening, wow, I mean, WOW!!!! I never knew work could be so much fun. The party was in a large private home with about thirty women present. All were dressed very sexily, but the bride-to-be, Jackie, looked gorgeous. What we didn't know until later was that she had been dressed by her bride's maids and that under her party dress she was in quite strict pussy bondage. She had a large, remotely controlled vibrator in her cunt, a large butt plug in her ass, a tight leather belt around her waist with a thin, strong elastic cord from front to rear between her legs. This held the two dildos in place and also held a rough pad over her clit. Her breasts were tightly bound with elastic as well and she had small but severe clips on her nipples. So how do I know this?

Our party of four, Toni, Brad, Jill, who I hadn't met, and I arrived at the scheduled time of 9pm and set up in a bedroom off the lounge. Most of the party goers were there and at around 9.15 the bride's maids brought Jackie in blindfolded. The bride's maids then proceeded to strip her and redress her in all her bondage items before replacing her original clothing. Jackie walked over to the drinks table slowly and carefully, trying hard not to move anything which would cause more pain. However, the others were not cooperating, everyone taking turns to hug her and caress her on sore places. Her breasts in particular must have hurt and she flinched each time someone squeezed them, as she did when anyone rubbed her pussy, causing her clit to be abraded by the rough pad. The chief bride's maid was controlling her vibrator also, which caused her to stop every now and then with a faraway look in her eye, before having her hopes dashed as the vibrator stopped.

By 10.30pm everyone was in a partly drunk, raucous state and we started our show. Walking around mostly naked in front of partly drunken women, one of whom was in bondage and likely to be vibrated at random intervals, is something that nothing can prepare you for. However, I think they liked the show and of course the highlight was Brad's strip show.

Brad slowly stripped down to his black satin cock pouch then invited Jackie onto the floor. Once she was there he proceeded to remove her clothing, then remove her breast bindings, leaving her dildos held firmly in place. The head bridesmaid than used the vibrator remote to stimulate Jackie until she came hard, swooning and having to be held up by Brad. By now Brad's cock pouch wasn't hiding a great deal as he was hard as a rock. Once Jackie had recovered he then continued to strip her, removing her dildos and other stuff so she was completely naked. He then pushed her down so she was on her knees in front of him and he told her to remove his pouch, which she did. He then gave her the option of pussy or mouth.

Everyone expected she would choose mouth, but instead she stood and grabbed his cock, pulling him to the nearest chair. She sat in the chair and reclined it fully, then spread her legs over the arms. She huskily asked him to fuck her, saying it's the last time she can fuck anyone except her husband. Brad got onto his knees, wriggled forwards, pulled her hips down to the edge of the seat then plunged into her wet cunt. They went at it like rabbits for a few minutes until both Brad and Jackie came hard at about the same time. Brad withdrew and everyone filed past Jackie, kissing her, feeling her wet cunt as Brad's sperm oozed out, and tweaking her nipples, still sore from the clips.

Jolene asked each of us to bring out the toys we'd brought and very soon all the women were using them in pairs or small groups, bringing themselves and each other to multiple orgasms. Toni, Brad, Jill and I went back to our bedroom dressing room where I massaged Brad back to life then lay him on the bed on his back and fucked him. I was so horny I just couldn't wait for Dom. I noticed that Toni and Jill were on the other bed pleasuring each other with a huge double-ended dildo, which culminated in both cumming loudly, but the sexy sounds from the other room drowned any sound out.

I headed home with my clothing items and a cunt full of sperm for Dom, held firmly in place by the large dildo I'd been given. From his response when I arrived I think Dom likes cream pie. Gotta go – more later.

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Ellie-Mae arrived home quite hyped up from her evening of parading in lingerie for a group of women. I was pretty sure she would have liked doing this so was not surprised when she bounded in, face full of smiles, and flew into my arms, kissing me hard and sexily.

"So I assume it was an enjoyable evening," I greeted her when I could finally free my mouth from hers.

"Absolutely wonderful," she confirmed, beaming.

"Well, that's terrific. So how about giving me a rerun; show me what you wore, or didn't wear I guess it probably was."

"Darling," she cuddled in close and looked up into my eyes, "If you like cream pies I have a present for you." She licked her lips suggestively.

"Mmmm, yummy," I replied, picking her up and laying her in the easy chair with her legs over the arms. I lifted her skirt; she wasn't wearing panties but did have a dildo firmly implanted inside her cunt. I gently pulled it out then started tonguing her, licking her cream and her partner's cream from her pussy. I smiled up at her, licking my lips.

"It tastes wonderful, darling, thank you for thinking of me. But how did you know I liked this?"

"I just guessed you might. It was a calculated risk; after all you might have been furious at me for having sex with someone else."

"I have no reason to be jealous if you choose to give your favours to others," I replied, "We're not married and even if we were it wouldn't necessarily make any difference. I certainly don't own you."

"Mmmm, thank you, dearest, you're so good to me. Thank you. Now suck it all out; clean me good, honey."

I waited no longer, sucking her sweet nectar mixed with some guy's juices from her luscious cunt, paying particular attention to her clit. I knew she liked me tugging on her clit rings with my teeth so did that as well, causing her to contract her pussy muscles and pump more of their combined juices out. After a few minutes I heard the familiar panting from Ellie-Mae and knew she was approaching her orgasm. It took only a few more sucks and licks before she came hard, thrashing about in the chair so it was difficult to continue the stimulation. She slowly relaxed, only to cum again a few moments later as I continued my ministrations. She came a total of four times as I ate her out, eventually asking me to stop, saying it was too much stimulation. That was a first for her.

I sat back on my haunches, my cock hard as a rock.

"Now, how about that private show you were offering me?" I asked.

Ellie-Mae sat up slowly with a wide grin on her face.

"You still want that?" she asked.

"Of course. And then I need to fuck you hard so I can sleep tonight," I replied, guiding her hand to my erection.

"Oooohhhh," she said, looking at my rampant member, "Is that for me?"

"Later, darling, after the show."

She took her bag into our bedroom. A few minutes later she peered around the doorway.

"Ready?"

"Yes, bring it on, darling."

She sauntered in through the doorway, swinging her hips sensuously while slowly running her hands over her breasts, down her belly and upper thighs. She was wearing red heels over black, sheer stockings. My eyes lifted, following her slim sexy legs to where her stocking tops were held by her suspender belt clips. Slightly higher was her pussy, so recently sucked, covered by a tiny, bright red scrap of fabric which passed as a G string. Above that was a sheer lacy black camisole under which a very brief red bra was barely visible. She looked gorgeous and eminently fuckable.

"I danced around in this for a while, allowing each woman to feel the fabric, and me under it of course, then I removed the camisole."

She sexily removed the camisole over her head, partly turning away as she slung it over her shoulder and gave me 'that look'. My cock gave yet another lurch.

"Then I repeated the process with the women, allowing them to caress my breasts. By the time I had done my round they had almost stripped me, taking both breasts out of their cups, which isn't hard to do as the cups are so small, and almost completely removing my G string as they felt my sopping pussy."

She paraded over to me, coming within reach and allowing me to do the same to her as the women had. She closed her eyes, soaking up the sensations as I caressed her hard nipples and recently sucked pussy. The she pulled away, gave me that look over her shoulder, and without a word left the room.

A few minutes later she returned in a different outfit. In this one she looked like a bondage queen, tight leather bands around the base of her breasts to push her nipples out; tight leather belt around her waist with an even tighter crotch strap bisecting her pussy lips and running between her ass cheeks. Over that was a sheer nylon 'skirt', simply a triangle of fabric draped from her waist, where it was knotted, so that one side was part way down her left thigh while the fabric was knotted on her right hip, so the center at the back and front was about an inch below crotch level. The whole package was covered by a low-cut, ultra-sheer short slip which hid nothing and enhanced everything. She had retained the red heels she had worn before.

She pranced around just out of my arm's reach, then seductively removed the slip, followed by the skirt, then the heels leaving her as a bondage slave in leather restraints. After teasing me for a short time she knelt at my feet with her head down and murmured "Please beat me, Sir."

My cock was so hard it would chop wood. I cupped her chin and raised her head.

"Is this really what you want?" I asked her.

"Ooohhh, yes please, Sir."

"Right, then choose the instrument of your demise from the cupboard."

She crawled to the cupboard and selected a long, thin cane, which she brought back to me in her teeth as she crawled across the carpet. I took the cane, giving it a trial swish, then positioned her over the arm of the sofa, feet on the floor and face on the seat. I moved her feet further apart, providing a clear view of the tight black leather crotch strap parting her ass cheeks and, lower, her pussy lips. God she looked gorgeous like that!

"Ask for it," I commanded.

"Please cane my ass, Sir."

I took a step back and lined her firm globes up in my sights, then swung the cane, hard.

Whack!

"AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!" she yelled as the searing agony burst through her body. I'm sure she had expected me to start off slowly and gently, but not this time.

She straightened up, cupping her stinging cheeks with her hands, and glared at me. I waited while she regained her composure. She then dropped her eyes.

"Sorry, Sir," she murmured, "I didn't expect it so hard for the first one."

I gently placed my arm around her and kissed her shoulder.

"You know you don't need to do this, don't you," I replied. "If you wish we can stop now and go to bed and make love."

I looked at her ass and saw the red welt that had formed where the cane had cut into her soft sweet flesh. Part of me wanted to stop now, to apologize for having caused so much pain and for creating this mar on her otherwise flawless skin. The Dom in me wanted to continue to give her more and harder, to really teach her what a caning could be like. I awaited her answer with interest.

"Please give me the next stroke, Sir."

I did, striking her about an inch below the first line and just as hard as the first. Once again she screamed, but not as loudly and she stayed in place. After a few seconds she asked for the next stroke. This I also delivered in the same manner. She took that one in silence as tears poured from her eyes. She requested the next stroke, and the next, both of which she accepted stoically. I examined my handiwork; five parallel welts across her ass cheeks. I decided that was enough for her ass for tonight.

"Please give me the next stroke, Sir," she requested.

"Not there. You've had enough on your ass for tonight. Stand up please."

She obeyed, keeping her eyes downcast, obviously wondering what was coming next. I repositioned her sitting on a cushion on the floor with her back against the arm of the sofa, then stretched her arms backwards over her head so her tightly bound breasts were pointing upwards at an angle.

"I'm going to cane your breasts now," I told her, "But these strokes will be gentler than those on your ass."

"Yes, Sir," she replied, her eyes tightly closed.

I lined up the upper side of her left breast with the cane, without touching her so she didn't know where I was about to strike. I swung the cane and struck her breast with a moderate blow. She remained silent, flinching slightly, her hands firmly held together by her intertwined fingers.

"Thank you, Sir. Could I have the next stroke please," she said after a few seconds.

I stayed with the left breast, landing another on the top, two on the bottom side and one on the nipple. That must have hurt like hell, especially as her nipples were erect and had their rings in place. On the final stroke she whimpered and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.

"I'll now give you the same on your right breast," I told her, changing position. I applied the same number and positioning to her right breast, noting how nicely the red stripes had developed on her left. The skin had not been broken yet the marks were very well defined.

"Do you want more?" I asked after I had completed the five strokes to her right breast.

"If Sir wishes," she replied.

I stepped back and looked at her voluptuous body, her ringed and striped breasts, her slight sweat sheened abdomen, noting how shapely it was becoming after just a few days of corset training, down to her pussy, leaking juices, which were soaking into the cushion, around the tight leather strap that bisected her lower lips. Those lips were swollen from arousal and appeared eminently in need of some attention.

"Stand up," I commanded.

She quickly stood in front of me, looking downward.

"I want you in the chair, shoulders at the back of the seat, legs in the air and as far apart as you can spread them, then hold your ankles with your hands."

She quickly positioned herself, fully exposing her swollen pussy with its bisecting strap which ran directly over her clit, obviously compressing that sensitive nub. That, in itself, must have been causing her considerable pain.

"I want to cane your pussy lips. Are you agreeable to that?"

"Whatever Sir wishes," she replied.

"No, you are not my slave or sub, you are my lover who is wanting me to cane her if she wishes. It is not what I want but rather what you want. We are equals here. I will not hurt you unless you want me to. So I want to know what you want."

"Please cane me two strokes on each of my pussy lips, Sir. I will let you decide how hard I should be caned."

"That's more like it. Yes, I will do that for you, sweetheart, then I want to make love to you in our bed."

"Oooohhhh, yes please."

I lined the cane up with her left labia, hairless, swollen and glistening with her juices. I made a medium stroke, enough to hurt her but not cause any damage. She flinched after the stroke, then rolled her hips from side to side to try and dissipate then pain.

"Please give me the next stroke, Sir," she asked.

This time I lined up the right labia and struck again with the same result. This was repeated twice more, left then right, after which both labia were bright red and even more swollen.

"I would like to remove your crotch strap please," I told her.

"Yes, please remove it and please give me a stroke of the cane on my clit, Sir. It so needs attention."

I removed the crotch strap, leaving the waist strap in place, then lined up the cane with her swollen, protruding, ringed clit. She had never been caned on her clit since the clit ring was fitted so I had no idea how painful that would be. I certainly didn't want to prevent her fucking nor damage her clit so it was any less sensitive, so I decided to err on the side of caution. I gave her a moderate to light stroke to her clit. Her response was incredible. She let out a howl like a wolf, drew her legs together and curled up in fetal position, hands over her clit, and then sobbed with pain. I was sure I had overdone it and dropped the cane as I went to comfort her.

After a few seconds she relaxed against me.

"Oh, thank you so much, darling. That was wonderful. I've never cum like that before."

"Were you cumming?" I asked, puzzled, "I thought I'd done some serious damage and caused you untold pain."

"Oh no, darling, nothing could be further from the truth. That was absolutely the most mind-blowingly intense sensation I've ever felt. It was like all my orgasms had been rolled into one and delivered instantly. Oh, honey, I love you; you hurt me so well. Please take me to bed and make love to me and let me give you the release you so need and deserve."

She stood up and we embraced before I picked her up and carried her to bed, laying her on the sheet and removing her bonds from her breasts and waist. I gently traced the lines on her breasts, ass cheeks and pussy with my fingers and then rubbed some ointment into the welts to reduce the pain and aid healing. She then stripped me of my shorts and rolled me onto my back before gently lowering herself onto my rigid pole.