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The First Weekend Chapter 1
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The First Weekend
Chapter 1
Jane's heart was beating so fast she had to stop to steady herself
before putting the key into the door. A mixture of fright and excitement
gripped her as she pushed the door open, she had no idea what to expect.
It was Friday night and she was walking into her own home which she
shared with her lover Steve. They had been together for nearly a year
now and they had already begun talking of marriage. There sex life was
to put it in a nutshell, fantastic. Both were keen to discover the outer
limits of pleasure and this had led them to this weekends plan.
Steve and Jane had become increasingly into the bondage scene and both
enjoyed being the submissive as well as the dominant. The plan for this
weekend had been made a couple of weekends earlier, from the moment Jane
walked into the house on Friday to the time she left on Monday she was
going to be Steve's slave and be submitted to anything Steve wanted.
They had never taken any of there games to this length before.
Jane had stayed at a friends house the evening before and Steve had
managed to take the day of work to prepare for the weekend. As the door
to the house swung open the weekend had begun:
"Hi Darling, I'm home", called Jane in an attempt to remain calm
"Close the door", Steve's voice sounded slow and deliberate
"I see the weekend's started then" laughed Jane as she did as she was
told.
"Quiet, who won't say another word unless I say you can, do you
understand, you may answer"
"Yes, sorry"
"Don't move", commanded Steve as he walked up towards the motionless
Jane. " Go to the bedroom, strip and come straight back down to the
sitting room, but before you go I have two things for you"
He placed his arms around her waist and pulled her towards him. After
kissing her very gently he whispered into her ear, "Do you agree to be
my slave for the weekend, to do what you are told when you are told? You
may answer"
"Yes, I do", Jane's words were barely audible
"Always remember, I love you, now turn around". As she turned Steve
picked up a ball gag which had been lying on the table, unseen by Jane,
and placed it into mouth. The straps not only went around her head at
mouth level but an inverted Y arrangement secured the gag past her nose
and over the top of her head, over her fair hair, and secured to the
back of the mouth strap. Jane heard the ominous click and realized that
this rubber intrusion was now padlocked and could not be removed unless
it suited Steve.
Without a sound Jane turned and walked past Steve and up the stairs to
the bedroom. She had expected to see all sorts of straps and chains
attached to the bed or some of their leather clothes laid out, she was
slightly surprised to see that nothing appeared to have been changed at
all. Jane stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. At five
feet five inches, straight blonde shoulder length hair, deep blue eyes
and a very curvy figure she was every man's dream, well at least
Steve's! She wondered what she was letting herself in for as her hands
felt the tight leather straps around her head. Removing her skirt,
blouse and underwear she headed for the door. Although they were never
embarrassed about their own nakedness in front of each other Jane felt
very vulnerable walking down the stairs wearing nothing but a gag.
"That's better, come in", beckoned Steve as Jane appeared at the door.
Steve was now wearing his leather pants and t-shirt, a present from Jane
a few weeks earlier.
Without saying a word, Steve lead Jane to the back of the large arm
chair which was in the middle of the room.
"I think my dear, some disciple is called for to set the weekend of on
the right course, spread you legs". Steve knelt down and attached the
leather cuffs, which were attached to the back legs of the chair, to
Jane's ankles. He moved around to the front of the chair and pulled Jane
by her arms until she was bent right over with her head almost on the
seat, her hair falling over her face and more importantly her creamy
white arse was at it's most vulnerable. Her wrists where attached to the
front legs in the same manner as her ankle had been.
Jane saw Steve disappear behind her and trembled with anticipation. She
knew she enjoyed being spanked, but she also knew that Steve had bought
a cat-o-nine-tails last weekend. He had teased her with it then but told
her she would have to wait until next weekend, ie now, to really feel
it.
Steve moved towards her quivering backside and said "I think first of
all, I need to get you warmed up a bit, before I use my new toys"
He placed his left hand under her arse and up between her legs and began
to tease her already moist pussy. Jane moaned from behind her gag as
Steve squeezed her clit between his finger and thumb, she moaned louder
as Steve slapped his right hand across Jane's cheeks at the same time
keeping up the relentless workings of his left hand. After eight smacks
he stopped with both his hands, he could feel Jane was already close to
what would be the first of many orgasms. Jane was still moaning as Steve
took up the cat and stroked the leather strands across Jane's back. She
fell silent as she prepared herself for what was to come. As the first
of the blows came down on her already burning cheeks she screamed a
muffled scream. The mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming and
her body bucked as much as the straps would allow as eight more stinging
blows landed on her backside and thighs.
"There, that wasn't so bad was it", said Steve almost mockingly, as her
put down the cat and stroked the red lines he had just inflicted.
He moved to the front of the chair and knelt down so he was at the level
as Jane's head. As she looked him straight in the eyes he could see that
she was excited and not too scared. He undid the chains of cuffs from
the legs at the front of the chair leaving the cuffs still on her
wrists. Walking back behind her he ordered her to stand and quickly
joined the cuffs together behind her back with one of the chains. He
moved over to the table and picked up a leather hood.
"I think you have seen enough for a while", said Steve as he started
lacing the back of hood tightly over Jane's head and gag. The hood was
extra thick over the eyes and ears and Jane found it hard to hear
anything except her own heartbeat. Two small holes at the nostrils were
the only openings and Jane had to concentrate not to panic. She felt a
collar being placed around her head, very wide at the front it held her
head back so her neck was straight.
Steve bent down to undo the cuff-chains from the chair and secured them
together with a small padlock, her legs where now joined by a chain
about 18" long. He guided her towards the door and slowly up the stairs.
He opened the door to what used to be best described as a junk room and
helped Jane in.
The room had been transformed into a haven for bondage games with ring
bolts, cuffs and chains all secured to the wall in strategic places. The
spare bed took center stage. The mattress had been covered in thick
black rubber and cuffs hung on short chains from each corner.
Steve pulled Jane over to the bed and told her to sit down. The cool
clamminess of the rubber making her jump slightly as she sat.
He reached behind her and removed the cuff.s "Lie back, and lift your
legs up". He turned her round so she was lying lengthwise and pulled her
right wrist towards the awaiting manacle. Having secured her left arm
in the same manner he removed the cuffs from her ankles. Stretching her
body as tight as he could he secured her ankles to the lower corners.
He produced two nipple clamps and as each one pinched down Jane moaned
with the mixture of agony and ecstasy. He moved towards her smooth black
head and spoke loudly and clearly, "I'm going to make you come and come,
I hope your comfortable, you're going to be here for a long time"
Jane actually managed to nod and Steve got out the next piece of
equipment. It consisted of eight inch wide belt with an two inch strap
hanging from the bottom in the middle . He slid the belt under her back
and fastened it tightly with the lacings across her stomach. He took out
a large vibrator and slowly and teasingly started to play with her
dripping pussy. He slowly began to insert it as far as it would go until
only the last half an inch was showing. He pulled the strap from under
her arse and up between her legs. It secured tightly the front of the
belt holding in the vibrator. Jane squirmed and wriggled as much as she
could as she felt that elusive first orgasm begin to build.
Steve sat back and watched his bound beauty in helpless ecstasy and
began to think of the next thing he could do with his slave, but for now
and for the next hour or so he would leave her on the bed. A thought
shot through his mind of how he could "torture" her even more. He went
down stairs and got the cat. As he walked slowly back to the "play-room"
and heard the moans of pleasure he realized that he had never even
slapped her breasts before, let alone whipped them.
End of Chapter One
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