Preston smiled in approval. He was so aroused by the girls’ renewed struggling, he'd unzipped his pants and was stroking his erect cock as he watched. Angel looked at him hungrily, but he shook his head.
“Soon, my pet. Keep it up until the tickling itself becomes torture.'
Angel frowned but resumed tickling the two torturously bound women. She loved the way Melissa jumped every time she swiped at her with the feather, and the way Sharae moaned when the vibrator hummed to life inside her.
At times, it seemed the captives were begging Angel to stop. At other times it sounded like one was telling the other to be still. Tears streamed down both women's faces. All too soon Angel felt Preston take her wrist.
“That's enough,” he said.
Angel followed Preston as he led her out of the room and up to their bedroom. He lovingly removed her clothing and laid her down on the king sized four-poster waterbed. She smiled and raised her arms above her head, as Preston bound her spread eagle, pulling her body taut. He picked up a roll of duct tape and tore off a piece.
“You know the penalty for dislodging the tape.'
“Yes, Master. Full-body mummification.” She shuddered. They had never completed a full-body wrap. The last time they'd tried, Angel had wigged out just before she became dependent on the breather tube for air. Afterward, Preston had come up with the penalty game. He used a single piece of tape to gag her. If she dislodged it, she would have to go through with the mummification. So far, she hadn't dislodged the tape.
“That's my girl.” He leaned down and kissed her ruby lips passionately, then pulled away and pressed the tape over her mouth.
She knew Preston was determined to make her lose the game. He began to shower her body with soft tender kisses from head to toe. Angel moaned as her body came alive. Every part of her tingled deliciously. She closed her eyes and relaxed as he made love to her with his tongue.
She cried out as clamps bit at her right nipple, then her left. He tightened them then jiggled the connecting chain. “C'mon, baby,” he taunted her.
She shook her head as he continued to pleasure her. He licked her breasts around the clamps, then made his way south. Her moans became louder as his tongue dove into her. Her fevered whimpers became gasps of ecstasy. He reached up and jerked on the chain, causing her to shudder uncontrollably.
“Ohhh!” she cried out, as the first of several orgasms rocked her body. She realized she'd removed the tape from her bottom lip when she cried out. Preston was no doubt pleased. He untied her legs then thrust his stiff penis into her slick hole and she gasped again.
“Tell me how much you want this,” he ordered.
Angel knew she'd lost. She'd have to endure the mummification, but she didn't care. She was riding high and nothing mattered to her except her master. “I want you to fuck me, Master. Please, I need you. I love you.'
Preston rode her until they both were spent, sweaty and exhausted. He wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes. She snuggled into him the best she could with her arms still bound. Together, they drifted off to sleep accompanied by the pitiful moans of the tortured women downstairs.
CHAPTER 15
Later that night, after a long steamy shower with Preston, Angel stood by the two women as they strained to remain motionless. She smiled as she watched their bodies trembling with the effort, slick with sweat.
She picked up the feather. Sharae whimpered and moaned behind her gag.
Angel laughed. “Oh, no, Blondie. I'm not having anything to do with you. You almost cost me my Master.'
Melissa moaned her opinion, only to have Angel swipe the feather along the bottom of her exposed foot. Melissa howled and jerked her foot away, which sent Sharae into spasms of pain and pleasure as her nipples were pulled and the vibrator went off inside her pussy. Her reaction sent Melissa into another frenzy. Angel laughed merrily as the two captives tried to find a balance again.
After a few minutes, both women settled down, sighing heavily in relief. Angel grinned and attacked Sharae's foot, sending them into torment once more.
A sound from the doorway signaled Preston's arrival. “You do like to torment them, don't you?'
She nodded. “It's so much fun.'
“But… are you finished getting ready for our guest?” he asked, pointedly.
Angel looked down at herself. She was wearing a French maid outfit, one of Preston's favorites. It was one of hers also, made of black latex that hugged her frame like a second skin. It had openings for her breasts to poke through and was so short it barely covered her ass. The barely-there white lace apron was just for looks.
She looked at Preston and shook her head. “I need help to finish, sir.'
His smile was all Angel needed to know that she said the right thing. “Come, my slave.'
She followed him to her toy box. He opened it and took a length of rope. She turned around and offered her arms which he tied at the elbows, leaving a couple inches of slack. He then used padded leather cuffs, connected with a six-inch chain, to bind her wrists.
“You know why I'm leaving so much slack?'
“I am to serve you and your guest.'
“Good girl.” He finished her restraints by applying ankle cuffs separated by a foot-long chain. Combined with her five-inch heels walking would be difficult, but not impossible. “Follow me,” he said.
She hobbled after him into the kitchen and watched him retrieve a silver serving tray out of the cupboard. It was modified with chains attached to the corners of one side and a belt on the other. He fastened the belt around her narrow waist, then attached the clamps on the ends of the chains to her hardened nipples. She moaned at the sudden pressure.
Preston smiled. “We can't have you moaning all night. You'll disturb my conversation.'
Angel lowered her head. “Yes, Master. You need to silence me.'
“That's my girl,” he said, pulling a harness gag from his pocket. Angel bowed her head and allowed him to wedge the white ball behind her teeth and buckle the straps around her head. He stepped back and looked at her. “Beautiful. Simply divine.” Angel basked in his praise, happy to be on Master's good side again.
“Ahhnk ooo, irrr,” she said into her gag.
“Very welcome, my pet. Stay put while I prepare our two captives for the show.'
She nodded. She wished she could help him with the girls but after what happened earlier, he probably didn't want her help. The minutes dragged on as she waited, enduring the relentless pinch of the clamps.
At last, Preston returned carrying Sharae over his shoulder. He set her down then went back for Melissa. Angel studied Sharae's bondage. Rope was wound around her ankles, above and below her knees, and around her upper thighs. Her wrists and elbows were bound behind her, and more rope was tied around her torso, above and below her breasts. She was gagged with a ball-gag and blindfolded.
Angel heard a couple of loud smacks, followed by Melissa's muffled whimpers and cries. When Preston appeared again, he was leading Melissa by the hair. She was bound exactly the same as Sharae. Preston was making her hop on her bound legs, bent over as he yanked roughly at her hair. She was crying out in pain, and Angel knew Preston had slapped her good and hard. He shoved her unceremoniously to the floor, then he sat Sharae down on one of the kitchen chairs.
“Angel, more ropes,” he ordered.
She snapped to attention and hobbled to the toy box. She turned, squatted down, and grabbed a handful of rope, then headed back to Preston.
“Thanks,” he said. He took the rope and lashed Sharae to the chair. Then he hauled Melissa up off the floor and carelessly dropped her onto another chair. He wrapped rope around her and the chair, using all his strength. Melissa groaned in protest, and Angel winced. She'd been bound by Preston enough times to know just how tight those ropes were.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Angel, you can get that,” said Preston.
She nodded and tottered to the door, taking delight in the bouncing tray as she walked. It pulled deliciously
