Forever Bound. Elizabeth Coldwell

always augmented my sense of smell, not to mention my sense of anticipation. I could hear her rifling around in those bags, but I couldn’t see what she had in hand. Even as she pulled a chair in close and sat between my legs, I couldn’t guess what she was about to do.

      Would she lick me? Would she shove something in my pussy? What was she planning?

      ‘Your nipples,’ she asked. ‘Are they sensitive?’

      I gulped. ‘Yes.’

      ‘One is harder than the other.’

      Of course she had to notice that. ‘I know.’

      ‘Do they enjoy being clamped?’

      ‘I don’t know if they do,’ I said. ‘But I certainly enjoy it.’

      I laughed, but she didn’t.

      The clamps met my nipples at exactly the same time, squeezing my poor tits with dull metal teeth. Every sensation was sharper, crisper than when I could see. My temporary blindness brought out beauty in pain.

      ‘How’s that?’ she asked. ‘Not too much?’

      ‘Not too much.’ Not yet, anyway.

      ‘How sensitive is your clit?’ she asked.

      Oh, God! I could already feel the pain from my nipples streaking down between my legs, glowing at the apex of my pussy.

      ‘It’s always more sensitive when I’ve got clamps on my nipples,’ I said.

      She chuckled, and it sounded like a deep feline purr. ‘Good.’

      I heard the mechanical whirr of a vibrator and seconds later it was teasing my pussy lips. Oh, she was good. She knew not to start with my clit. It would have been too much of a shock. Instead she worked her way all around my pussy, stopping just short of my throbbing bud every time.

      The vibrator felt super-smooth, and it picked up pussy juice as it circled me, spreading that slick stuff all around. I couldn’t believe how wet I’d become, but bondage always did that for me. The second I felt a smooth, thick rope against my flesh, I was ready. My breasts tingled and my pussy throbbed.

      ‘You should see how red your clit looks right now.’ Madeline pressed the head of her fake cock just inside my hole, just enough that I could feel its vibrations riding up toward my apex. If I hadn’t been tied in knots, I would have thrashed about, maybe even knocked myself off the desk.

      There were so many reasons to love being bound. One of the best, aside from giving over personal power to another human being, was the sensation in my muscles when I fought my ties and lost.

      ‘Is your pussy tight?’ Madeline asked. She could obviously feel my resistance.

      ‘Yes.’ I hugged the vibe with my pussy muscles to show her just how tight I was.

      ‘And how does your pussy taste?’ she asked as she forced the fake cock deep inside my cunt. ‘Is your pussy sweet?’

      Was Madeline going to try it? Oh, I’d give anything to be licked by that woman!

      ‘It’s sweet,’ I said. ‘Sweet like honey. Want a taste?’

      Something smacked my breast – an open hand? – and my nipple clamps dug into my flesh. My body sizzled, inside and out. I shrieked. I couldn’t help it.

      ‘I’m sorry,’ I told her. ‘I shouldn’t have offered. I shouldn’t have assumed.’

      She chuckled, and it put me at ease that Madeline hadn’t spanked my tits in anger. It was simply a punishment, and one I rightly deserved.

      ‘I’m not going to taste your pussy,’ she said.

      I couldn’t mask my disappointment, and I earned myself another tit-slap that way. The clamps bit down on my nipples, and that pain throbbed in my clit. It hurt so much I screamed, but not so much that I gave her the red light.

      Suddenly my pussy was empty and the vibrator was forcing its way between my lips. I’d never had a vibe in my mouth before. I’d sucked a strap-on dildo once, down on my knees, giving it the best blowjob I could manage, but this was different. The strong vibrations made my teeth rattle, but I sucked until my lips went numb.

      ‘Tell me how your pussy tastes,’ Madeline cooed. Her deep, sensual voice was one of her most attractive features. It tied my belly in knots.

      ‘Tastes good,’ I said around the thick vibe.

      She shoved the cock in a little deeper, coating my throat with the heavy musk of my pussy. I tried not to gag. I wanted her to know I could take just about anything.

      That’s when I heard the squeal of the door. On a gust of wind, I could smell Diana’s lilac perfume and without thinking I blurted her name. Of course, my voice was muffled by the vibrating cock lodged in my throat, but I could feel Madeline’s tension as she turned.

      Even blindfolded, I could see everything that passed between them. I felt every little moment, every drop of pain and desperation. Poor Diana! I felt just awful that she’d walked in on this scene. Even if their relationship was well and truly over, they obviously still loved each other.

      ‘I’m sorry!’ I cried around the buzzing cock, but the door closed and there was only quiet. When Madeline took the clamps off my nipples and the vibrator out of my mouth, I said it again. ‘I’m sorry.’

      ‘There’s no need,’ Diana said, and I would have jumped if I hadn’t been bound at every angle. She’d closed the door, but stayed in the room. Of course – I could smell her perfume, even sweeter now.

      Madeline told her to sit, and I felt Diana’s energy move lower. Her knees cracked as she bent all the way down. ‘Stay silent,’ Madeline said. ‘Be good and I’ll give you a treat.’

      It was strange, imagining my strict choirmaster under anyone’s thumb, but there she was on the floor, playing puppy to Madeline. I hadn’t felt weird about Madeline seeing me naked, but my tummy tossed when I pictured Diana staring up at my body bound in black ropes. Was she looking between my legs, or gawking at my tits? Or was she gazing adoringly at Madeline? That’s what I’d have been doing, if it were me.

      ‘Have you ever used a pussy pump, Eva?’

      A pussy pump? ‘No, never.’

      ‘Diana,’ she said. ‘Find it.’

      While my choirmaster hunted through the bags, Madeline filled my throat with more soothing water. I loved this part of submission. I loved being able to count on someone to take care of my basic needs, physical and emotional.

      Diana pulled something from a bag and Madeline gasped. ‘Ooh, yes, put that on, Diana. Did you find the pump?’

      ‘Right here.’

      Madeline made a sound like ‘mmmm’ and I got so excited my muscles all started to twitch. She laughed, throaty and dark, as she cupped the pussy pump over my mound.

      ‘This usually works better on a shaved pussy, but we’ll try it out just to see.’

      Diana chuckled in the background, and I felt so ashamed of my hair I wanted to run and hide. No luck. I was stuck there on that desk. I’d given myself over to Madeline and she could do whatever she wanted with me now.

      ‘What does it look like?’ I asked, because I knew so little about pussy pumps.

      ‘The cup looks quite like an anaesthetist’s mask, except the plastic is entirely clear and it covers your cunt, not your mouth.’ Madeline’s frigid lust filled me as she spoke. ‘Diana will hold it in place while I pump, and that will draw your flesh into the cup like a vacuum.’

      I heard the pump wheeze in Madeline’s hand a few times before I felt any suction. My knees were beginning to ache from being locked in this awkward position, but I wouldn’t complain. I focused on the pressure my favourite composer was generating between my open legs.