CHAPTER 19
Preston felt a surge of power as he regarded his slave girl. The need he saw in her eyes never failed to fire up his engine. It would be so simple to take and fuck her right there, but he never trusted simple solutions.
He strolled casually past Angel, feigning a yawn. As he'd hoped, she started whimpering in fear he might be too tired. Standing behind her, he began to remove her gag.
“I think Sharae wanted to stay,” he said teasingly. “I'm sure that's what she was trying to tell me.” He popped the gag out of Angel's mouth. “She's a natural submissive, that one. Probably didn't even realize it until now. But she definitely responded to the ropes.'
Finally able to speak, Angel couldn't help breaking in. “Well, I'm glad the bitch is gone!” Then, realizing she'd spoken out of turn, she quickly added, “But, of course, if you wanted to keep her, I would have been happy for you, Master.” The absence of sincerity was obvious in her voice.
“Hmm…” Preston growled.
To change the subject, Angel said, “Please play with me now, Master. Play with me and fuck me. I'm so hungry for you.'
Preston started removing her bindings. “All in good time, my pet. Have you forgotten that you owe me a full body wrap?'
Angle's shoulders sagged. “Now, Master?'
“Yes, now.” Without another word, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. After setting her down again, he turned on the radio to a quiet jazz station and sat on the bed. “Take off all your clothes.'
“Yes, Master.'
Preston had long ago taught Angel that that command meant more than simply making herself naked. He lay back and watched as she obediently began to sway to the rhythm of the music. With slow, sensuous movements, she peeled off her maid's outfit little by little, caressing each part of herself as it was bared, presenting it to her Master for his approval.
Preston couldn't help stroking his crotch as he enjoyed the show. He inhaled deeply of Angel's woman-scent, already strong in the room.
When she was completely naked, she continued her dance for a moment, then knelt next to the bed. She lowered her eyes to the floor. “Your girl begs to be used now as you see fit, Master. Please.'
Nodding his approval, he stood and pulled her to her feet. Using a soft cord, he bound her crossed wrists behind her, then tied her big toes together with thin string.
With a wicked grin, he retrieved two remote-controlled vibrating “eggs” from a drawer. He pressed one of the small vibrators into her cunt. Her juices were flowing freely, and the vibrator was soon completely coated with natural lubricant.
He withdrew the egg, accompanied by a gasp from Angel, and immediately worked it into the puckered opening of her ass. He chuckled as she caught her breath and licked her lips.
The second egg was soon inserted into her pussy and both tiny vibrators were sealed in by a crotch-rope of thick, velvety cord.
Preston left briefly, returning with several rolls of elastic medical wrap. Angel looked apprehensive, but said nothing. He took her face in his hands and gently kissed her on the mouth.
“I know you can do it, Angel,” he whispered.
She merely nodded in reply, her lips quivering. He stepped behind her, gathered her hair together and formed a thick ponytail with a hair band.
Then, kneeling down, he took the first roll of bandaging and began to circle Angel's ankles with it, working his way up. When he came to her crotch, he carefully worked the wrapping so the vibrator wires hung loose.
When he came to the end of the roll, he started another. Soon her hips and waist were wrapped. At her breasts, he again proceeded carefully, leaving her tits uncovered, with a single crossover separating them.
Angel watched, as Preston wrapped her body. She chewed on her lower lip as she felt the all too familiar apprehension of what was to come. She fought the urge to shrink back as he made her a cocoon of bandages.
“You'll be okay, Angel. I won't let anything bad happen.” Preston's voice soothed her. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“All right,” she said.
He smiled and wrapped the bandage loosely around her slender throat. He leaned down and kissed her softly on her lips. “Thank you, Angel.'
Angel couldn't describe the flood of emotions those three words caused her. Unconditional love. Passion. Trust. Happiness. She knew by those words she made him happy. It thrilled her and she wished he could see her smile, but by then he had already placed a breathing tube between her lips and covered her mouth with the bandages.
Soon her vision disappeared behind the taut elastic bandage. She felt him wrapping her head, leaving only her ponytail hanging out in back, and an opening for her nose. She checked to see if her breathing was hindered. It wasn't.
“Stand still,” he said, his voice thickly muffled through the bandages.
She stood motionless, wondering. She heard the faint click of a camera. He was taking pictures of her, then she felt him next to her and longed for him to hold her.
“You're beautiful, Angel. My sweet slave,” he said.
She moaned and wiggled slightly, then squealed in surprise as she felt her ankles being wrapped again. She heard the crackling of the tape and knew the final stages were near. As Preston duct-taped her body over the elastic wrap, she felt how unyielding the tape was.
She panicked as the tape approached her head. She began to thrash around but stopped as she felt Preston caress her breasts.
“Calm down,” he urged her. “You're fine.'
She forced herself to listen to him and her breathing returned to normal.
Preston continued to wrap the tape over the rest of her head. Angel took in the sensations of the mummification as Preston gently lowered her to the bed. The tape constricted her movements and rendered her blind and mute as well as muffling sounds. But it was like being wrapped in Preston's arms. It wasn't as frightening as she'd thought it would be; in fact it actually made her feel wonderful.
She moaned as Preston began to nibble on her exposed nipples which hardened immediately. Almost as soon as he'd begun, his mouth was gone. She moaned in protest but then gasped as she felt the pleasurable grasp of the clamps he attached to her nipples. Such sweet torture, she thought.
Angel gave another gasp as the eggs in her pussy and ass sprang to life. She squealed in ecstasy. Her body rocked from side to side. Somewhere in her sexual high she heard Preston's deep chuckle, as he flicked her nipples.
“You may come, Angel,” he said. “But remember this. We still have the rest of the night to go. I don't want you to be spent by the time I unwrap you. Understand?'
“Mmmphh,” she said, hoping he knew it meant yes. She cried out as she tumbled over the edge and crashed into the first of many orgasms, and she told herself they would have to do this again.
CHAPTER 20
As Preston watched the silvery outline of Angel's mummified writhings, his own urge was almost more than he could bear, but still, he waited. Occasionally, he leaned down to tweak her exposed nipples, pinching, licking, and sucking them. Periodically he turned off one or both of the vibrating eggs, smiling at Angel's muffled pleas to turn them back on.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. One last time, he turned off the vibrators. She began pleading again for their stimulation. But this time, he leaned close to where her ear lay hidden beneath the layers of tape and gauze. “Hush, my sweet,” he said. “It's my turn now.'
Immediately, she nodded vigorously, saying through her breathing tube, “Yes, Master. Yes!'
