This is my first submission, and is about another woman I see. The names were changed to protect the naughty. I hope you like it. E-mail me if you want to read more about what Madeline and I did last year. Kisses!
- Andrea (prvpacurn@gmail.com)
Will she be back before my husband gets back - like she said she would? Now I have to wait and I'm mad?no, disgusted with myself for letting Madeline do this to me. How could I be so stupid? The woman had tortured me for the past two years but never like this. She has always stirred my emotions, led me to my deepest lows - and my most unreachable highs. Why am I like the proverbial moth to a flame with Madeline?
Tonight, she placed me over the back of the couch with my bare naked ass in the air. A black lacy garter belt frames my cheeks while holding up the black back seamed stockings covering my legs. Each ankle is secured to a wooden foot of the couch. My arms ache from being wrenched behind my back into a strappado position and held with the cords that hold the drapes open in the front window of my living room. She wanted me on display for anyone who cared to look with only the sheer curtains to hide my predicament. The only kindness was that the lighting was not so bright as to give a clear picture of the silhouette in the window.
My nipples each had the plastic clothes pins Madeline made for her torture sessions with me. A weight with a small bell was tied to each one and whenever she put them on me, they would stretch and pull just to the point of being painful. Madeline had stuffed her piss soaked panties in my mouth and wrapped packing tape over my lips and around my head to make sure I didn't spit them out.
I could hear the clock that was hanging in the kitchen ticking away the minutes, or was it now hours?
Madeline said she was going out, and would be back by 8:30. My husband Kyle was at a sports bar with a few buddies watching a game. It wasn't long into my predicament that I started to notice the sound of every car going by outside the window. I could hear the music pounding from the speakers of one of the neighbor kids? cars. Did it seem like he slowed down to look? I'll never know. I heard a truck and the driver hit the horn as it drove by. Oh god! Did he see me too? I moaned into the panty gag Madeline taped into my mouth. A tear started to well up in my eye.
Minutes later, I heard a car pull up into the driveway. My heart was pounding as I was praying it wasn't Kyle. If he saw me like this, I'd die! He has no idea that Madeline is more than someone I know from work. I mean, he has met her before?but it was always as she was leaving after she had just finished having her way with me. How would I explain being tied up like this with a strange pair of panties stuffed in my mouth? Oh god please let it be Madeline! I hated that I actually wanted her to come back and torment me again.
A key was jiggled and I heard the door handle turn. I loudly moaned a sigh of relief when I could hear the heels of Madeline?s shoes on the tile in the foyer.
"Andrea?I'm hooome," Madeline mockingly sang. ?I always wanted to do that sweetie?, she chuckled as she approached me.
She lifted my chin to look into my tear stained eyes. 'Did you miss me Andrea?" She sounded like a mother would as she greeted her child. I nodded. I just wanted out of this humiliating position.
"I did a little shopping sweetie." Madeline had set down a couple bags on the floor in front of the couch and walked beside me to remove the clothespins and begin releasing my bonds.
She finally untied the cords around my wrists and I was able to lower my arms so the circulation would start to flow again. I groaned into the gag as the pinpricks of sensation returned in both my nipples and wrists. I looked at the angry red marks the cords had made on my wrists and forearms. God how am I going to hide those from Kyle?
Madeline had returned to the bags and sat down on the couch. Patting her lap she called me to come to her. Like a well-trained dog, I scurried to her.
"Kneel on the floor." She pointed to a spot at her feet. I guess I didn't move fast enough for her because she reached up and grabbed a handful of my auburn brown hair and pulled me down to my knees. I could only grunt in pain into the panty gag.
"You are such a bitch Andrea. So I'm gonna treat you like the bitch you are."
Madeline pulled out a thick leather collar out of one bag and held it up to my throat. She fastened it quickly around my neck, and produced a padlock that clicked into place through the buckle. Then just as quickly, she clipped a matching leash to the d-ring on the collar. It was snug and when Madeline got up " she tugged the leash. This made me fall flat on the floor, and Madeline bent down to grab my hair again. I almost screamed from the pain as she pulled me up to my knees. She made me stay on my hands and knees like a dog while she led me around the living room. We made a few rounds of the coffee table before she tugged the leash to lead me up on top of it.
Madeline tied the leash to one end of the coffee table. She pulled it tight enough to keep me from lifting my head and then returned to the bags of goodies. I tried to turn my head but the leash prevented me from seeing what else my tormentor had brought.
Next my ankles and wrists were bound with some jute rope to each of the four legs of the table. When the last knot was made, Madeline retreated from my view. I heard metal clinking and the sound of a couple snaps. Then my head was painfully pulled back as she began to remove the tape that held her panties in my mouth. All of a sudden I could breathe and I coughed as I spit out those nasty panties.
She slapped my face hard, and held my chin up. There was a huge black cock dangling from Madeline?s hips. It must have been 11 inches, and it was really thick. Kyle was not nearly as endowed as the monster that hung just inches from my lips.
"I want you to suck this cock. Get it as wet as you can, or you'll get dry fucked bitch."
Madeline grabbed the hair on each side of my head and forced that girl cock into my mouth. I could barely get my lips around the thing - it was so huge! How could I possibly take that thing in my pussy if I could hardly get it in my mouth? She started slowly fucking my mouth, inching it further past my lips. I started to cry just thinking about getting fucked with that beast.
I must have sounded like a $2 whore with all the slurping I was making. Getting dry fucked is one thing ?
but getting dry fucked with a black mamba strap-on by Madeline was not something I wanted to experience.
I must have been doing a good job, because Madeline was moaning like she was enjoying it. Pretty soon she got tired of simply face-fucking me. She pulled that huge girl cock out of my mouth and moved behind me. First I felt a finger start to probe me. There must have been a dab of lube on it, because it was cold and greasy. She eased one, then two fingers into my pussy. Each time she added a finger, she started to slap my ass with her other hand. Between the sensations of her fingers filling my cunt, and the slaps on my ass I began to get into the rhythm and rode her hand.
Soon I was getting pretty hot from the stroking of Madeline?s hand. My breathing got heavier, and my juices started to flow. Then Madeline suddenly stopped pumping me.
"You?re a horny bitch aren't you?"
I couldn't deny that I was enjoying having her fucking my cunt with her fingers. ?Yessss. I want more, Madeline. Please fuck me!?
A stinging burning fire was lit across my ass as Madeline swatted me with a flogger. She must have pulled it out of the other bag behind me. Again and again she laid into me with that whip and I cried out with each stroke. My ass was getting covered in pink then red marks from each stroke she gave me.
"Oh god please Madeline?Owww! I can't take it anymore! Just fuck me already!?
With that she knew that she had me. I didn't want to admit it, but I wanted her to rape me with that monster girl cock. I needed her to ram it deep into me.
She positioned herself behind my upturned ass and pointed the beast hanging between her legs at my pussy. The head of it was thick and it stretched me further than I had ever been. Slowly she gained access to my pussy. I screwed my eyes shut, and prayed that it wouldn't tear me open. I gasped as it penetrated further, and finally bottomed out on my cervix.
Madeline began a steady rhythm that really felt good, and I started moaning louder. That monster filled me more than Kyle ever could. I began seeing stars each time she thrust into me. It hurt, but in a good way.
She slapped my already sore ass cheeks and called me every filthy name I could imagine. It only made things that much hotter as a huge orgasm began to build from deep within my bowels. It must have sounded like a barnyard in the living room as I grunted and groaned while she plowed into me.
The leash attached to my collar kept me from lifting up and really impaling myself on Madeline?s girl cock. I was so secured that it was a rape - a rape that I fully gave into as I neared that unreachable high of a deep vaginal orgasm. Oh god I didn't care if my pussy was going to be unfuckable or not. I just wanted to come.
"Oh dear god Madeline - fuck me!? I screamed.
She gave me a solid whack on my ass as she thrust one last time before I squirted all over the coffee table. I collapsed, babbling like an idiot, and shaking from the unbelievable come I just had.
Madeline finally pulled out of my now wrecked pussy. She knelt in front of my face and placed the tip of the black mamba on my lips. I hungrily sucked my juices off her girl cock as I lay on the table. Once Madeline was satisfied, she backed away. I didn't care at this point what was going on, but Madeline started prodding me to get up so she could release me from my binds.
Slowly I started coming around, and she had me free in no time. It was getting late, and Kyle would be home soon. Madeline whacked me playfully on my sore ass to get me off the table.
"You better get upstairs and take a shower. I'll take care of this? she said as she pointed to the puddle of come I left on the table. ?And you better be back down here in 15 minutes."
The shower felt good as I massaged my sore ass and wrists. The rope marks will fade, but the welts Madeline gave my ass will take at least a day. After that fucking she gave me, I can't see letting Kyle take me tonight. I hope he won't be ?in the mood? when he gets home.
I finished my shower, and blew out my hair. As I was coming downstairs, Kyle came in.
"Hi, Madeline. You girls have fun tonight?"
I almost burst out laughing, but managed to make a snorting sound instead.
Madeline smiled and said ?Wouldn't you like to know."
With that, she winked at me and told me to behave - or else.