This is Part 3 of Petra's exploits, be sure to read Parts 1 & 2 to understand the story better
Part 3 The Surprise
Rubbing her eyes in disbelief Grace looked at Peter in astonishment. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she said, striking Peter's face with such a hard slap, "How dare you take advantage of me, I show you kindness and this is how you repay me." Grace was not amused in any sense of the word. Throwing back the bed clothes, Peter could see Grace's naked body shimmer in the light, and the thought of her made him forget just how much his face was smarting. Naked as the day she was born, Grace pushed Peter onto the bed, climbed on top of him and tethered him up again. "No my boy," she thought, "You will not get away with this." Climbing back off the bed she tethered his ankles.
Dawn was breaking and the silhouette of her body could now be seen. Her curvaceous body made Peter desire her even more. Walking round the bed she collected a candle, a taper and matches from the bedside table, climbing back onto the bed she lit the taper, then the candle, blowing out the taper she flung both the taper and matches to the floor. "Now "she thought, "You will never take advantage of me again," "let this be a warning to you" she said to Peter. The candle burned brightly and the wax started to melt, tipping the candle to the side the hot wax dripped onto Peter's chest firstly over his nipples, he smarted with the pain .Down his breastbone, down past his stomach the hot wax drizzled, down to his manhood and balls. The wax on his nipples was hardening so she removed it, climbed back off the bed and left the room. What seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes later, she returned with a tray of ice cubes needles and some small circular objects. Holding an ice cube over Peter's nipples, they began to freeze and feel numb; Grace took the needle and pushed it through the nipple, then forced one of the rings through and closed it up, again with the second nipple, the same process. A small trickle off blood was seen and Grace went to the bathroom and got a wet cloth to clean Peter's nipples. As the numbness wore off Peter cringed slightly with the pain. His nipples began to swell up, he knew they would be sore for the next few days but it had been worth it. What he didn't realise was ... that Grace planned to pierce him elsewhere. Taking the skin from the back of his scrotum, she pinched it and again rubbed the ice cube over it, asking Peter if he felt anything after a few moments, when replied that he didn't she again took another needle and forced it through the skin, took another small ring and pushed it through and closed it up. He did feel the pain and struggled to get free, but was unable to do so as he was so well tied up, he could hardly move. So here Peter was, and Adonis type figure of a man tied to bed naked, what would his friends think if they saw him right now lying naked on a bed helpless all because of a woman.
Grace eased herself off the bed, walked to the chair and put on her satin robe to cover her nakedness, turned and headed towards the bathroom giving a glance over her shoulder; she looked at Peter and continued to walk into the bathroom. Bending over she turned the shower tap on and waited for the water to get warm. Disrobing she stretched her had out to feel the waters temperature, and when it was to her liking she stepped into the shower. The warm waters spray hit her face and ran down her neck, over her breasts and off of her nipples. She took the soap from the soap tray and began to make lather and soaped her neck, her shoulders down over and under her breasts. The force of the water soon washed away all the soap. Her soapy hands went over her stomach and down to the crevasse between her legs, her fingers slipping into her clit and soaping it and then down her thighs to her calves. Her hands travelled behind her to her bottom, massaging each buttock with her soapy hands. The spray beating against her body made her feel revitalised and clean, turning she switched off the tap and stepped out of the shower, grabbing hold of the bath towel she started to pat dry her body, first her neck, then her shoulders, gathering up all the droplets of water. Her breasts, her stomach her mound of Venus, then down onto her thighs and calves and feet. Taking her robe she wrapped it around her body and proceeded back into the bedroom. Disrobing once again she went to her wardrobe and picked out an outfit that she would wear that day, going to the drawers in her wardrobe she took out her underwear, and shoes off of the shoe rack, and proceeded to put the articles of clothing on the chair and the shoes beneath it.
Ignoring Peter tied to the bed she then walked over to the dressing table, checked the time it was 8am, sitting on the stool she picked up her favourite bottle of perfume and sprayed her body with it. Then going into the top drawer she took out her makeup, her foundation cream, powder, blusher, lipstick, eye shadow and mascara. Looking at herself in the mirror she took a cleansing wipe and cleansed her face as she never used soap on it, then she proceeded to put a little of the foundation in her hand and with the fingers of other hand gently rubbed the cream into her face, making sure it was evenly spread. Taking a large make up brush she applied the blusher to her face, next came her eyes applying the shadow to the sockets and above, taking hold of the mascara Grace twisted the top off and brushed it on to her top lashes first then the lower ones. And finally the lipstick, pouting the lips she smoothed the lipstick on and then blotted it with a tissue, finally when she had finished she looked approving at herself., turning her head from one side to the other. Quite happy with the way she looked, then took a hair brush and ran it through her hair.
Peter gave a moan, as the numbness wore off his scrotum, it was sore but not a painful sore, he couldn't touch himself as he was still tied to the bed. Still ignoring him, Grace walked over to the chair taking the stool with her and transferring her clothes to the stool she proceeded to get dressed. Firstly taking her pink lacy panties, placing then on the floor and stepped into them, slipping them up her soft smooth legs, up over her bottom and hips, fingering the elastic to make sure they were comfortable. Then she took her matching pink lacy bra, placing her arms through and made sure each breast was in its cup before fastening the clips around her back. Picking up one barely black stocking hold-up she rolled it down to the toes she placed it over her toes and smoothed it up her calf over her knee and up her thigh, making sure the elasticised top fitted properly. The same with the next stocking hold-up, gathering it at the toe she placed her toes in and smoothed it up her other calf and up over her knee and continued up her thigh, checking again that it sat nicely on her thigh. Peter raised his head now an again to watch what Grace was doing. Picking up her black pinstriped skirt she stepped into it and pulled it up over her hips and fastened the zipper and button at the back, then the jacket, slipping her arms into the sleeves she eased herself into it and button the front, pulling the jacket down and into shape. Sitting back down on the chair she took one patent black stiletto shoes and slipped her foot into it then the other. Grace walked over to the full length mirror and checked to see how she looked. Bending forward she looked closely at her make up, making sure her lipstick wasn't smudged, ran her fingers through her hair, all those little touch ups to make sure she was looking good for going to work. As she was walking out the room, she remembered Peter still lying there tied up, Grace about turned , walked over to the bed, bent over him and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and without saying a word turned and walked out the room closing the door behind her. Peter shouted," Grace, Grace what about me; you can't leave me here like this, when will you be back." He heard the door slam, she had gone.
Peter then had a thought," what if I need to urinate or I need a drink, what am I going to do, I'm tied up, can't move?" Somehow he managed to drift into a sound sleep only to be woken a few hours later by the sound of a door closing, then the clip clop of high heeled shoes.
"Hello" he shouted "I'm in here, can you help me?" he waited a few minutes and shouted again this time the door opened and there stood one very surprised `maid'. "Oh, sorry sir, I didn't realise anyone was here, until I heard your shouting, are you alright?" "Mmmmm" he said his thoughts being distracted by the lovely person standing in the doorway, she was dressed in a very low cut short dress, and Peter could see her breasts heave as she breathed, her long waist length dark hair, legs that were so long he wondered where they stopped, in six inch stiletto heels. Collecting his thoughts he said "Yes, could you help untie me, I need to urinate, Ms Grace left me here and now I really need to go, before I have an accident". "By the way what is your name?" "Marielle" the maid replied. Walking over to the bed she first untied Peter's wrist, stretching over his face to untie the other tether, Peter almost got one of her breasts right in his face. "Mmm" he thought "God if only I could get to it". Going to the bottom of the bed Marielle undid the tethers around his ankles, allowing Peter the freedom to rush off to the toilet. Standing the toilet urinating Peter's thoughts wandered, wondering what Marielle would be like in bed, she was one sexy lady, and he would love to get his hands on her body. Finishing his toilet he found he had a massive erection, and was about to return to the bedroom when Marielle stuck her head round the door. She was about to ask if everything was alright but was distracted by the size of Peter's erection.
"Is there anything I can do for you sir?" she asked. Peter took her hand and led her back to the bedroom and sat her on the bed beside him, putting a hand into the top of her dress he felt her full warm soft but firm breast, Marielle did nothing to stop him, she let him investigate further until he found a lovely hard erect pink nipple. Teasing it with his fingers Marielle moaned with delight. She wanted him to do more, unzipping the back of her dress so he could get to them properly; she took the top part of her dress off to her waist. Peter groped her breasts kneading them and fingering her nipples, they were soft but firm and the up turned pink nipples looked like rosy coloured cherries ripe for the picking. Laying her down on the bed he stretched over her and began to suckle on them, his tongue flick and encircling them, till they were so hard she cried out for more. Marielle's hand went down to Peter's hard erect penis, as she stroked it she could hear Peter's moans, pushing Peter on his back she sat up got off the bed and knelt on the floor between his legs, her hand still on his penis as she began to suck his testicles, first one then the other and then both together, she even tongued the ring at the back of the scrotum very gently as she could see that it had been newly pierced. Her mouth so warm and inviting she soon had his testicles wet and him wanting more. She then moved up to his hard erection and slowly took it in her mouth, just the tip of it at first, and gradually she lowered her mouth on it till she had all of it in her mouth. He could feel those upturned hard nipples of hers against his inner thighs, the feeling sending shivers down his spine. Marielle sucked it and licked it and ran her tongue around its head, up and down the protruding veins, she even put the tip of her tongue into eye of the hard erect penis. It was getting all too much for Peter so he pulled her up off her knees and on top of him. As he took her head in his hands their eyes met, her hair fell at either side of his face, her small upturned nose and lips that were full and red. Drawing her face closer to his he slowly went up to kiss her, and she responded by bringing her lips to meet his, It was a gentle kiss at first, then it became a little more harder and more passionate until finally they both had their tongues in each others mouths, his fingers grasping her long hair, the atmosphere was electrifying between them. Peter wanted her, all of her.
Marielle nuzzled his neck, kissing every part of his chest until she came to his nipples, sucking them softly and tonguing them, she pulled the rings with her teeth, Peter gave a loud moan, and if this was pleasure he wanted more. Again sucking his nipples Marielle made them hard and erect, flicking them with her tongue. It was all getting to much for Peter he had an urgency, he wanted her and he wanted her now.
Rolling her over onto her back, kissing her lovingly, his hand snaked down over her body, both rapped in each others loving embrace Marielle moaning with pleasure never notice what was coming next.
Peter's hand went down between her legs he began to rub her clit. She brought her legs up and he could feel the soft skin of her thighs. Putting his fingers into the waistband of her panties, Peter started to ease then down off her hips. Still kissing her, his hand went to her clit, when suddenly he stopped... what the hell was this he was touching? He stopped kissing her and sat up and looked. He was looking at another penis. She wasn't a girl she was a shemale...
Will Peter be repulsed and reject Marielle or will he carry on and get caught by Ms Grace, to find out what happens next you will have to read Part 4
To be continued
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