Pulley Passion

It was a warm summer evening and I felt a shiver of excited anticipation in the gentle grip of your hand as we approached the house whose address had been given at the top of the letter we?d received from the lady who?d answered our advert in the contact magazine. In my other hand I was carrying a discreet bag with our usual set of toys and lubricants. ?I?m submissive?, the lady had written, ?with my own toys and playroom?. That had decided us as we were keen to try out someone?s dedicated dungeon with its range of ?facilities?. We were greeted at the door by a pleasant, classy-looking lady who was much younger in appearance than the 40 she?d put on her letter. A natural brunette with full lips, subtle make-up and a well-developed figure, she stood aside with eyes downcast and motioned us quietly inside. ?Don?t speak?, I commanded, ?just take us to your dungeon?. She nodded in assent and started to lead the way. She was wearing a close-fitting housecoat and it was easy to see that she had a slim waist and a firm rump that swayed sexily as we followed. Beneath the hem of the housecoat I could see the line of the seam that ran up the back of her white stockings and I knew that she?d obeyed my instructions on how she should dress for our visit. After descending some wooden stairs underneath the old house we found ourselves in a warm and gently-lit room - nothing sinister except that the walls of the room were lined with erotic pictures of pure acts of submission. There almanbahis were frames fastened to the walls with linkage points for chains and ropes and hanging nearby was a rack with restraints, paddles and a short stick with a tassel of leather strands at the end. In the middle of the floor was a trestle with a broad black leather-padded top and fastening points on the legs and, hanging from the ceiling nearby, was a sling that would support a person?s weight. On a table lay a selection of black dildos and pink vibrators and a box full of small clamps. ?Undress?, I said to you, ?remove her housecoat and spread her against the frame on that wall?. You removed your coat to reveal a black leather basque with studs around the cut-out holes through which your breasts protruded. Your panties were of black lace and you wore tarty fishnet stockings with a studded leather suspender-belt as I had required. Moving over to the woman you unbuttoned her housecoat whilst her eyes remained downcast. You took your time and every opportunity to linger over the area of her breasts. You stripped away her covering in one swift move and showed her wearing a white lacy outfit with a thin transparent veil wrapped around her tits. A matching white suspender belt, trimmed with pink bows and flowers, held up the white stockings I?d seen earlier. Adopting the role of my subservient acolyte you pushed the woman firmly back against the frame on the wall. ?Chain her!?, I ordered. You knelt almanbahis yeni giriş and fastened her feet, about two feet apart, to the frame and then stood, pressing yourself against her as you pinned her arms above her head and used handcuffs from the table to hold her hands in position. I approached this vulnerable woman and, reaching up, I tore away the gauzy material covering her breasts. Her nipples were tight and hard and I could tell from the look on her face that she was very aroused even though she was going to be my main ?victim? for the evening. I held her head and, pulling her face to mine, I kissed her hard insisting that my tongue entered between those full red lips and into her mouth. My tongue then traced down between her breasts and moved over in turn to suck on her nipples which were like hard bullets in my mouth. As I did this I pulled hard on her panties and tore them away from her body leaving the peachy baby-smoothness of her shaved pussy exposed to the warm air of the room. I turned to find that you had selected a small black riding crop from the rack. ?I don?t want that yet?, I barked at you, ?stand over by the trestle and wait for my instructions!?. That took the smug smile from your face as you realised that I was to be the only master for the evening. You moved over to the trestle and stood there, still, with your eyes downcast. I went to the bag we?d brought with us and took out a small bottle of oil. Pouring some in my hand almanbahis giriş I first oiled the woman?s breasts with firm squeezing movements. Her tits seemed to swell and her nipples stood hard and cried for attention. I poured some more oil into my hand and worked that into the soft skin surrounding her cunt and then to the insides of her thighs. She gleamed where the dim light reflected off her breasts and pussy and glistened where the dewy folds of her aroused and blossoming cunt lips had spread to reveal her own moisture. I returned to the small table and, picking up some small clamps, returned to my victim. I opened the jaws of the first clamp and, after gently chewing on her right nipple, I attached the clamp which held resolutely in place. She squirmed slightly - how much in pleasure and how much in pain I don?t know - it was not my position to care. I attached another clamp to the other nipple and then a couple of other clamps to some of the soft skin surrounding her nipples. I used my left hand and firmly raised her chin so that she was forced to look at my eyes - as I did this I used my right hand and stroked my fingers in and out of her cunt. She was wet and the musky aroma of her deferential arousal rose to my nostrils as I stimulated her and watched her nostrils flare and her chest heave with quick breaths of rising anticipation. With her arms pinned in place and her legs fastened apart this white-lace virgin could only submit to my whims. I knelt and fastened some more clamps to the inner lips of her cunt. The jaws dug into the soft wet flesh and her knees shook as the tension mounted within her. I undid one of her arms and passed her a black vibrator as I turned my back on her.