“Don’t worry.” she said in a soft reassuring tone as she trickled the cold string of her favoured slick lube down over his exposed anus. His eyes widened as the sudden chill to his most sensitive area did nothing to relax him. “Please don’t hurt me.” Came a whimpering pitiful plea in reply as she gently pushed her index fingers against his now glistening sphincter. “Try to relax.” She advised as she felt him tense as she slowly started to push her latex clad finger inside him. He had his eyes closed tight and he was panting breaths as he’d read on one of the web sites she’d recommended. She was in and was slowly pushing past the second knuckle, twisting as she went. He was amazed that it didn’t hurt, that it actually felt fine, now he understood how pleasure could be obtained from such a situation. He felt his legs shake involuntarily as she found the spot, she gently massaged around it feeling his prostate, doing her thing with an expert touch. His cock stiffened as never before and he felt as if he might explode and cum there and then on just this sensation alone. But just as he was getting into the feel it suddenly stopped, she pulled her finger out and took a wipe from bedside the bed. Wiping his arse clean of the slick clear lube she smiled and cheerfully informed him “Well that feels fine, you can redress now.” As he dressed his Dr discarded the glove into the bin for incineration and washed her hands. “I’ll recommend the insurers that you’re in great shape Mr B.” She said happily and to her mind helpfully. He stood distracted nodding as he picked up his coat, he was looking at her lips moving but didn’t hear a word as he was thinking about how hard he was going to cum when he got home.
Dane stood for a moment in shock, his heart was thumping suddenly, he felt sick.
She was still there! His mind filled with questions, question after question poured into his mind. Was she alone, what did she want, why were they locked in? Dane suddenly felt fear, excitement, apprehension. What the hell was she up to? “Colleague to footwear NOW!” Came a second loud silence shattering demand through the store’s speakers. Dane jumped and found himself automatically scampering to his station in footwear as if the store manager had barked the order.
As he rounded the large Mayballene make up display and approached his area he could make out someone sat on the central footwear trial island. As he got closer he saw it was Angela alone, she was sat cross legged waving her foot ahead of her impatiently. “About bloody time!” She said testily holding up a dark stiletto healed shoe. “Size 6!” She continued like the customer from hell. “What? You want to try shoes?” Dane said incredulously. “Well why else would I call you here!?” She laughed gesturing rudely with the shoe at her shocked colleague. “Can’t we do this in the morning Angela?” Dane asked wearily with all fantasies drifting away from his mind. “Just get the damned shoes will you!?” She bit back at his apathy.
Dane stood for a second looking anywhere but at his beautiful colleague, he was trying not to let her see his disappointment. But Angie saw it and was revelling in it, his body expressed his disappointment all too clearly. Then as he turned away like a grumpy teen he took the shoe and sloped off to the stockroom. Angie grinned so widely her face was aching as her plan started to come to fruition.
Her heart was pounding and her abdomen ached from arousal, she could feel wetness on her slight silky panties as she sat, opened her legs and gently touched herself through the thin smooth material. She was hot, she was horribly horny and she was also terrified that Dane wouldn’t respond as she wanted, but she was here now pulling a fantasy she’d had for weeks into reality. She’d watched him looking at her, she knew he was crushing, she knew he was fantasizing, she’d seen the occasional ample bulge that Dane tried to hide with Brogues or pumps. She smiled slyly as a light switched on in her head, she quickly stood lifted her skirt and slipped the moist panties off. She then giggled as she tossed them onto the floor in the path that Dane would take on his return.
Dane switched on the storeroom light and looked miserably at the pile of boxes in the ladies section, he found the shoe, then pulled the size from the stack. He opened the box and looked at the scarily pointed toe and impossibly high heel. He smiled for a moment as it dawned that he’d get to slip these onto Angela’s foot. Suddenly the thought of her long silky smooth legs perked him up and he left the room with almost a spring to his step.
Angie heard the heavy storeroom door clank shut as her panties hit the floor. She quickly brushed her black pencil skirt down over her hips and sat back down to face where he’d cross her wet panties. She tried to look impatient and nonchalantly pissed. Dane walked where she’d hoped and as she’d also hoped saw the small pair of red panties. Dane slowed and looked at knickers and thought that he didn’t see those a minute or two ago. He stopped and looked at them then at Angela, he smiled and tried to see a reaction from his crush, but none came. “Well? Size 6?” Came the same abrupt voice from his beautiful colleague.
Dane was horny, he wanted to fuck, but he didn’t want to just fuck, he needed to FUCK! In big capital letters!
He’d been watching Angela all day, he’d watched her smiling at customers, laughing with Julie the other assistant behind the make up counter. He’d fantasized about himself and her as he tidied the shoes on the shelves of his own department. He was besotted, he was crushing on her so badly that when she came over and nudged him he nearly pissed himself!
“I want you to stay after work, I need you.” She whispered demandingly.
“Huh?” Was all he could say before she sauntered back to her station. “Fuck!” He thought as he pondered the chance she had read his mind, then eventually shook the notion out of his head.
“NEED ME!” Dane whispered as the clock neared five thirty… and then as home time arrived he stood awkwardly in his area wondering what to do? Dave his department leader came through their area with his coat and bag and looked at Dane quizically.
“You okay bud? It’s home time.” He asked.
“Yeah I’m okay, just lost track of time, I’m coming.” He answered looking for Angela as he started toward the staff area.
“Okay, no rush, Angie can let you out, night!” Dave called as he continued to the exit.
“Oh cool, see you tomorrow.” Dane called back looking around the empty ground floor of the store. Dane couldn’t see Angela anywhere, he wondered what she wanted, he wondered if she was just fucking with his head. He’d seen her look at him before and then laugh with her co worker. He was sure it was a cruel prank in the making, so with a despondent look he sloped off to collect his coat from the staff room. He slowly pushed the ‘colleague only’ door open, but before he could open it all the way the lights went out throughout the store.
“SHIT!” He cursed out load as he turned and ran to the main entrance leaving his coat. That’s the last thing they did before locking themselves out at night. He raced through the floor, through racks of clothes, shoes and passed the make up counter where he saw the door. It was closed, no one there!
“Nooooo! SHIT!!!” He cried out as he shook the locked doors. He looked up and down and almost cried tears as he realised he couldn’t get out. He thought for a while and realised the only way was a fire exit but that would leave the store unlocked. He couldn’t do that, he didn’t have anyone’s number, he didn’t have an address. At that moment he resigned himself to a night at work because he couldn’t leave the place unlocked overnight.
Dane pushed his hands into his hair and screamed. He screamed until he felt his throat rasp painfully. “How could you be so fucking stupid?” He asked himself and the empty store floor quietly as he looked around tears welling up in his eyes. He thought Angela had done this on purpose, that’s why she’d laughed with her friend, she had planned this. He was feeling a mixture of emotions, anger, embarrassment, hopelessness. But then was jolted from his self pity by a loud voice over the store’s public address system.
“Colleague to footwear, Get your arse over here!” Came a demanding female voice that Dane recognised immediately, it was Angela’s voice.
As John gently caressed Tabitha’s soft smooth arse he stroked his cock til he was as hard as he could possibly be. He then grasped it at it’s base and guided it’s head to Tabby’s swollen, wet, and somewhat redened labia. At first he used his bulging glans to rub down over her sensitive clit, Tabby felt his fleshy caress and knew what it was. She rested her face onto the cotton sheet and smiled a satisfied smile. As always, after her punishment came pleasure. Today was hard, today John had teased her, drawn her to the edge and pulled her back again and again. Now her demeanour was one of relief and warm comfort. Now she knew she’d finally get her just desserts, now she knew she’d finally cum.
“Is this what you want my love?” John asked as he slowly parted her labia lips with his phallic probe. Tabby tried to push back onto him to take him in but her bonds wouldn’t allow it. So instead a soft low sexy hum of “Uh huh…” answered him. John pushed in so just the head of his ample cock rested inside his needful captive. She gasped as her sensitive vagina took him in with ease, she was wet, so wet, she was ready to be fucked, she needed to be fucked. John teased her by pulling out and reentering just his head deep. It felt good to both but Tabby wanted more, she was now desperate for more.
Eventually she could take no more of this teasing and so decided to call John’s bluff. She pulled forward and withdrew her pussy from the engagement. “You either fuck me or you don’t!” She said determinedly with frustration shaking her to her core. John laughed out loud, he’d succeeded, he had driven his slave mad with promises of what she’d anticipated and withdrawn at every stage. John pondered calling her bluff but decided not to. So he used her lace bra as he’d always intended, he reached for it grasped it in one hand and pulled her back up to where he wanted her, where she also wanted to be. He pulled her back against her restraints and pushed his bulging cock back into her needy pussy.
His whole length slid in easily, he’d never felt her this wet before, this ready for him. Tabby groaned into the clean cotton sheets as she was almost overwhelmed with pleasure and relief. At last she was getting what she so wanted, at last he would stop his games and deliver her to bliss. John didn’t mess around he too was ready, it was fun teasing her but the self control required was also torturous to him. One hand grasped the flesh on her hip, the other held the lace band that was now pulling down off her chest. He rammed into her over and over seemingly harder with every thrust. His pelvis was smashing into hers through her muscular buttocks, her eyes were open wide her mouth wider still as she had whimpered cries thrust out of her. John was like an animal, this wasn’t gentle, this was feral in it’s ferocity, he was like a beast, fucking her like an animal.
He put a foot up onto the bed and his leg over her arse and somehow managed to get himself even deeper into Tabby’s core. “Fu..u.u..uuck!” She screamed into the mattress as she felt the thin shoulder straps of her pretty lace bra cut into her shoulders before finally snapping and letting go. He was pummeling her now, both hands held the lace band and gave him a handle on which he hauled himself in harder and harder. Tabitha was losing her mind, she was simply oblivious of all but the flesh that was hammering out wave after ecstatic wave of orgasmic pleasure. Her dam broke and her juices gushed out down her thighs with squelch after filthy squelch. “Nononononononoooo!” She cried as she shook her head furiously not wanting the feeling to end and as she spawned into another even more tumultuous mind blowing orgasm John came. He thrust in hard, one, two, three, four, five blows, that would leave bruises on both their bodies. He could barely catch his breath as he let go of the ruined bra that was now a belt around Tabby’s hips. He staggered back and pulled out of his partner, letting their sex ooze out of her swollen battered cunt.
“Fuck!” He whispered as his senses returned. “Are you okay?” He asked concerned as he realised he’d lost himself to the moment. Tabby just laughed, giggled and chuckled as she too was coming to her senses. “Well? ” John queried with genuine concern as he led next to her bound form. “YOU!” She half shouted through uncontrolled laughter. “Me?” John smiled as her saw the delight in her eyes. “You…” she said again as the adrenaline in her body drained and she quietened. “You are way scarier than any fucking bear!” She smiled. “Now untie me and hold me.”
Tabitha didn’t answer at first, she knew her Master, she knew that whatever she said he’d find a way to manipulate her words to his own ends. She thought for a few moments longer before feeling a short sharp tap of the leather crop tip on her bare vulnerable arse. “Owww!” She protested the sudden stinging tap. “Well? Which is it?” Came John’s question ignoring her complaint. “The Bear!” Tabby blurted out hurriedly trying to please him. “Really?” John said pouting and knodding appreciatively. He placed four fingers between Tabby’s thighs and slowly circled his flat hand over her clit. “Yes… I don’t suppose a bear would do this, make you feel good like this?” He said as he softly stroked his captives warm sex. “No Master.” She replied as she eased back onto his hand loving the touch that was wetting her pussy and desire.
John gently stroked and as he did he ever so slowly moved his hand back away from Tabby’s clit. Tabby moved back with it until she felt her bonds stop her. But John still slowly pulled away until to her absolute horror and frustration she felt him no more. “Noooooo….!” She moaned mournfully. “Please, more!” She begged. “More?” John asked. “Yeeeees!” Tabby implored. And with that plea John gave her not the caress that had aroused her so much but a swift widely arched swipe with the crop. The entire length of the shaft bit across her buttocks, so hard it made it through to her sensitive swollen clit. “Fuck!” She cried out as the line felt like fire across her arse. Her clit felt a dull ache that penetrated to her gut as she growled into the bed.
John knelt behind his muse, he pushed his face into Tabby’s pussy. He took a deep breath filling his lungs with her essence before softly licking up over her aching clit. Tabby closed her eyes and sighed away the pain that was there just a moment before. John slowly, gently, lazily teased her again, she found herself in the grasp of bliss as he sucked her nearer to climax. She again stretched out pulling against the rope savouring the contrast between the rough burn of the bonds and the gentle work of John’s mouth. She began to shake and was on the brink when John stopped. “Nooooo…. Noooo! Please!” Tabby begged distraught as her orgasm was stolen from her.
John smiled, it was almost too good to hear here pleas, she needed what he could give, she needed to cum. He sat and listened to her brat like whimpers before starting to softly tap her glistening labia with the crops tip. It felt good as he heard Tabitha’s tone change and how she slowly rotated her pelvis. He started tapping a little harder and faster, Tabby reacted meeting his pace, her breathing quickened and each blow brought small shocks of pleasure. She was there again, she was about to cum when WHAM! He hit once, he hit hard and Tabitha screamed out in agony. It was too much, Tabby pushed her face into the bed and screamed angry frustrated tears. John stood up and tossed the crop beside his Slave, he stripped off his shirt and pants. His cock was erect, bulging, he was ready and so was his girl. He drew fingers softly over Tabby’s arse, she calmed slowly and turned her head to listen to John whispering softly “Sssshhhh baby, ssshhh…”
Tabitha grinned excitedly and thought it so worth bothering one beast to rouse another. John was right, her heart started pumping at a whole new level at the thought of what was to come. She loved the consequences of her actions when they led to correction, she loved the feeling of John’s punishment, the way it felt on her flesh and in her psyche.
John watched Tabby rise and stand next to the bed. She lifted her t shirt off over her head to reveal a small elastic lace bra, he could see her dark erect nipples through the delicate white lace. Her breasts were small, her stomach flat and toned, she was stunning, athletic but so very very feminine. She then turned and bent over, legs straight and arse up, she looked amazing in her skinny blue jeans and John stood admiring her firm sexy rump. Tabitha wanted her Master to see her arse, she wanted him to get riled up, so she slowly swayed from side to side as she undid her running shoes.
John’s eyes lit up as she teased him, his cock also started to stiffen in his jeans. He always struggled with restraint with Tabby, he always felt the need to just grab her and ravage her, but now wasn’t the time. He kept himself in check and watched as Tabby stood, kicked off her shoes and looked over her shoulder. She slowly undid her pants and peeled the tight denim down off her arse and legs. John smiled widely because his naughty ‘lil miss’ wasn’t wearing panties. She looked at him under her arm an grinned at the look in his eyes. “And where are your panties?” He asked with a fake sturn tone. “VPL! She said with an equally faked shock to her voice. “I can’t have lines visible on my arse!” She continued as she stood and awkwardly trampled out of the tight jeans. “No, It’s my job to put the visible lines on your arse.” John half jested, but Tabby knew it was real. She knew he’d mark her and she couldn’t wait.
Tabitha turned and and was about to peel her bra up over head when John stopped her “No leave that on.” He said as he approached placing his hand upon hers, she smiled quizzically at her Master and wondered what he was thinking. She knew not to ask as she knew she’d be told to wait and see. He was infuriating in that way, he never ever let on his intentions in these intimate times, but even though it was frustrating not to know it made for an adventure every time they played.
John unwound the long rough rope as he looked into Tabby’s eyes, he looked for her feelings and saw only one, excitement. He took the rope and gently brought it around his muse’s slender neck, Tabitha lifted her chin to allow her lover to tie of the cord. He then held it in his mouth as he brought her arms together and started lacing them together from elbow to wrist. She loved the concentration in his expression as he looped round, twisted, then brought the rope over and through to do it again. Then when her arms were firmly bound together he tossed it over the bed, walked around, and pulled his captive onto the bed towards him. “Make sure you’re your feet and ankles are hanging off the edge.” He said matter of factly, Tabitha complied. He then looped the rope around the beds side rail and pulled it in until Tabby was stretched out, still up on her knees but arms out in front immobilised. He then threw the rope beneath the bed and walked around admiring the sight before him. As he bent to gather the tether he couldn’t help but place a soft kiss onto Tabby’s smooth firm buttock, Tabby drew breath and curled her lips over her teeth as she smiled at the surprise gesture. She hadn’t expected to feel anything upon her arse just yet. “Such a sweet peach.” John complimented her as he took her left ankle and tied it off wide, he then looped the rope along the side rail til he decided it wide enough for her right ankle. “Thankyou Master.” Tabby replied in part for the compliment and in part for the feeling of total surrender she felt as he finished her bondage. Tabby stretched back pulling her arms straight and just like her name took a distinctly feline form. John watched and felt his blood rise as he retrieved the crop from the edge of the bed, he rested the leather loop at it’s tip onto Tabby’s arse and asked her a question. “What do you fear more my love? The beast holding this crop, or the bear outside?
John ran into the cabin behind Tabitha, closed the door and fumbled to lock it. “What the fuck was that Tabby!?” He asked incredulously. “That was living John!” Tabby laughed falling back onto the small room’s bed. “No! That’s asking to get killed for fucks sake!” He countered annoyed at her flippant attitude. “You threw a rock at a fucking bear!” He continued as he looked out through the window to see if the beast was about to break down the door. “John, we’re safe, we’re in here now!” She said in an attempt to reassure her shaken boyfriend. He turned to see his girlfriend push up onto her elbows and tilt her pretty slender face to one side, smile and say “And tell me your heart isn’t thumping, tell me you don’t feel amazing!?” He looked at her and couldn’t help agreeing inwardly, yes, he felt great, if somewhat shaken. “I can think of other ways to get a rush though.” He softened his demeanour to return her smile as his adrenaline levels lessened. “Oh really? How?” Tabby asked with a provocative expression knowing exactly what he meant. John didn’t say a word he just grinned and walked to the suitcase on the ottoman at the beds foot, lifted the lid and pulled out a bundle of rope and a riding crop. “Get naked and I’ll show you.” He smiled slapping the crop down onto the beds oldy worldy brass frame.