Bondage.....

Stacy was bound with cuffs, each hand cuffed widely apart to other chains coming from the ceiling; her ankles were cuffed, spread apart, to anchors on the floor. She was bound, defenseless, held for her Mistress to do with her as she wished. There was an immense freedom in giving your whole being over to another person, to be able to fully lust with all of yourself and allow another person to help you explore the boundaries of your sexuality, your pleasure zones, even your entire being.
Her skin was a dark bronze; she had long, light blond hair that made her green eyes glimmer like the most brilliant emeralds. Her eyebrows were thin and arched high, making her eyes look almost cat-like. Her cheekbones were high, sleek, and exotic. Her lips were full, making you want to gently suckle them before pressing them gently against yours and kissing her long and deep before returning to suckle them again. Her neck was long, sloping down to a very generous bosom, breast that were full, round, orioles that were a dark pink, and nipples that stood erect. Her arms were muscular as they were held up by the chains, small ripples showing in her triceps, and small, yet form biceps that stood proud. Down from her breast ran a taunt, flat, muscular stomach, well defined, and glistening from beads of sweat that her excitement brought forth. Her thighs were taunt, strong, defined, all of her muscles demanding full attention. Her ass was pure art, bubbled but not too large, so firm that even while relaxed it was as hard as a rock. Between her legs was a small, well groomed, patch of dark blond hair, sleek and shiny, not quite hiding the hood of her clitoris that peaked from the hidden place.
Her Mistress walked up behind her, holding in her left hand, a cat-o-nine tails, and a feather tickler. With her right had, she reached around Stacy and stroked her cheek, and then her hair, asking her if she was ready to go to another world, which of course, she always was! Mistress ran the feather down her spin, sending shivers of pleasure into her stomach, and down into her vagina. She then ran her finger between the cheeks of her hard ass, stroking up and down, then suddenly smacked her right ass check, hard. Stacy jumped and squealed out in pleasure. The rules were clear, the safety words understood, and Stacy trusted her life with her Mistress probably more than she did with anyone else in the world. Mistress knew her inner most secrets and desires, her deepest fantasies. Mistress Kama walked around to face her, she ran the rather around her nipples, tweaking them, teasing them, then down between them to her stomach, and between her legs, Stacy was so hot her juices began to flow freely. Mistress then grabbed her nipple and pinched it, and began kissing her neck, then she started sucking her lips as she ran her fingers between her labia, Stacy had never been so hot before in her life, but her Mistress knew exactly how fast, and what to do to keep her right on the edge, without allowing her to go over. Mistress walked behind her and slapped the whip against her back, Stacy moaned, she repeated it five more times, and then began licking the streaks of red that lined her back, then she kneeled behind her, and to reward her for being so compliant, she ran her tongue between the cheeks of her ass, and put her fingers deeply inside of Stacys vagina, stroking, rhythmically moving in and out, then she gently bit Stacys ass. She walked in front of her and demanded that Stacy bite her nipples and suck them, to which she gladly complied. They kissed, tasting the salt from one another's skin. Her Mistress put down the whip and feather, and kneeled down between Stacys thighs, Stacys breast were heaving with pleasure. Her Mistress firmly planted a dildo with a suction cup ay the shaft onto the floor, and began to ride it, then she began stroking Stacys vagina again, knowing exactly how to hold her fingers, when to go very deep, where to touch her soaken went vagina on the inside to take her higher and higher, she began to lick Stacys clit, which was so hard it stood clearly outside its hidden place under her pubic hair. Stacy was breathing so hard she felt like she might faint, her vagina was so wet it felt like it was flowing, when she heard her Mistress begin to moan loudly, that was all it took to drive her over, the wave overtook her and melted from her toes and her head at the same time, straight into her clit and through into her vagina, all she could do was pant out screams between gasp of breath. She came for what seemed like an eternity before it subsided, to which her Mistress stood, smiled, winked at her, and said, "Until next time my pet."
Stacy hung from her chains, drained completely, so much so that she could barely stand. Her Mistress' assistant then came and released her, covered her in a robe, and escorted her to a resting room where she also showered and dressed before leaving. This was her safe haven, her little bit of heaven on Earth, and one she would never give up.
*Stacy smiled as she walked out of the building, once again leaving utterly satisfied in ways that most others never get the opportunity to discover*




~Mz Erotic~