Club Agony & Ecstasy Box Set (5 page)

Weak and exhausted I fell back, trying to recover as he undid my bindings. I could see him looking into my eyes, a smile of contentment of his face.

“Wow, that was just...wow---you ok?”

He looked a little concerned for my feeble state, touching his hand to my cheek.

“Oh...yeah, never been better...just waiting for the blood to come back to my brain,” I managed. My breathing was returning to normal and I was finally starting to cool down.

“So Michelle,” he began, raising an eyebrow, “how did you enjoy your first bondage shoot?”

“It was um...impressive. Amazing, actually.”

“You were quite the model, I’d uh...love to work with you again.”

He leaned close to me, a sly look on his face. He didn’t have to ask, I would be his willing marionette any time and place.

“Anytime Brandon, as long as you bring your rope.”

I grazed my fingers across his lips, waiting for his reaction.

His eyes widened and a grin spread across his face.

“I always have rope,” he said with a chuckle, “never know when you might need it.”

I nodded and smiled to myself. Perhaps I would be pursuing more of these ‘alternative’ photoshoots in the future---but only if Brandon would be there to ‘assist’ me...

The parcel had been sitting on the dresser for the last four days, untouched as per his request. Helena approached it now with a mix of apprehension and excitement, like a highschool girl on her first date.

She had been chatting online with Him for the past few months after giving into her long-seated kink curiosity and signing up for an online BDSM community. It was an incredible turn on to her, the idea of being tied up and under the control of a lover, something she had yet to experience with the string of failed relationships in her past, most being men whose idea of dominating a woman was demanding a blowjob and a sandwich. Not that she wouldn’t be happy to do both; but she ached for something deeper and more meaningful.

She picked up the package and examined it for the first time, her mind racing at the possibilities of its contents. She looked at the clock. Six more minutes until she could open it.

She supposed she could have opened it the day it arrived...who would have known? He was miles away in Denver, she was in Chicago. But tonight would be the night they would finally meet, after what seemed like an eternity; and had sent the items that she was expected to wear tonight. He had planned the whole night; a meeting at club Agony & Ecstasy, a slightly underground fetish and BDSM club on the other side of town. Helena had always wanted to go, but was too shy to go alone and most of her female friends would think the whole idea was crazy.

She reached for the package, it was finally time. She clipped the twine and unfolded the brown paper, revealing a glossy black bag typical of the sex shops and high end fetish boutiques. She drew a breath and dumped the contents onto her bed. The first thing to fall out was a pair of stilettos, impossibly tall and exotic looking, with several straps up the ankle. Upon closer inspection she noticed two metal rings on either side of the buckles, but they didn’t seem to attach to anything. Was he planning to use them to tie her up? They didn’t look strong enough, but her heart raced at the idea nonetheless.

Her eyes lit up as she unveiled the next item, an exquisite blue corset made of a beautiful silk; she had never owned a real one before and the considerable weight of it in her hand revealed its quality construction and craftsmanship. A simple, elegant black latex skirt was tucked in beside it, and she shivered at the idea of wearing such a provocative outfit to meet someone for the first time. But this wasn’t just someone, this was the man she’d hoped would be her first true Master.

Three more items fell as she shook the bag out completely, a pair sheer, backseamed stockings and two other...objects. A metal band, highly polished and lined in a soft leather, it took her a moment to realize it was a collar. Her collar. She could feel her face getting flushed and an aching hunger between her legs she could only hope would soon be quenched. He hadn’t told her she wasn’t allowed to masturbate, but she really wanted the next touch on her body to be his. The last item was a pair of panties that she hadn’t imagined in her wildest dreams; they looked every part a thong upon first glance, but when she picked them up she realized there were two protruding bits in the crotch area.

Helena panicked a little...it was quite apparent the larger one was meant to fill her pussy, it was like a small dildo that was anchored into place. It was the other one that worried her; although considerably smaller than the first, she knew it was meant to go into her ass, and anal sex had never been particularly comfortable or enjoyable for her. Nonetheless, if he had chosen it, she would do her best to wear it. She gathered up the first pieces in her new kinky wardrobe, off to shower and ready herself for the night ahead.

In the shower, the feeling of the water droplets raining down was more intense than usual. Every last one seemed to land directly on her nipples making them stand out more than usual, and the torrent of water that fell from overhead tricked its way down her slender body, snaking its way to her clit. She fought the overwhelming urge to relieve the tension with her fingers, and continued washing herself; soaping herself up well with her most luxurious shower gel.

By the time her hair was done and dry, she realized she only had an hour before her car would arrive, He was sending someone to pick her up and meet Him at the club. She slipped into the elegant stockings, admiring the way they made her legs look, so sleek and glamorous. The corset would be trickier, she had worn a few cheap ones before, typically for Halloween or costume parties where they didn’t seem out of place, but this one was no costume prop. She unclipped the front busk and pulled it tight around her, affixing the front clasps back in place before struggling with the miles of laces that seemed to trail behind her. She turned to see her back in the mirror and pulled the crossed laces bit by bit, feeling her breath draw in as her breasts began to lift and spill out the top.

Once she was laced, she turned to look in the mirror; her outfit was almost complete. The blue silk of the corset contrasted perfectly with her long caramel colored hair, and made her pale skin appear even lighter. She slipped the stilettos on and teetered a moment, she hadn’t worn heels this high since...ever. Once the straps were buckled she felt more secure in them, and prepared to put on the the panties; they probably should have come before the shoes, but the idea of bending over to buckle her shoes with those plugs filling her up inside just didn’t seem like a good plan. She stepped into them and pulled them up, enjoying the scent of the new latex---it smelled like sex to her.

The small dildo for her pussy slipped in easily, she was already wet from her undeniable excitement, and it was only the size of a finger---a thick finger---but once it was in place she luxuriated in the feeling of having her pussy spread open and filled, feeling her clit starting to throb and beg for relief. She gave in just a little, rubbing it with her fingertip, hoping to make the urge die down like it sometimes did with a little attention. Her pussy was slick and wet, and she swirled the juices around in circles on her clit, wanting more than anything to relieve the aching she was feeling from her prolonged arousal.

Her clit began to throb, and she could feel the strange sensation of the rubber plug inside her, stretching her open but remaining motionless. It felt deep, considering it was only about 4” long, but the stillness of it was a new feeling, strange and erotic all at once. She pulled her hand away, breathless---her orgasm would wait until He permitted it.

The second plug would be the difficulty, she thought, bending slightly to spread her asshole open around it before giving it a gentle push. She struggled with the strange feeling, it was quite a bit smaller than the front plug, but felt so much larger. Her ass was wet enough from the juice that had been dripping from her pussy that it was easier than she’d imagined, and after a few moments she could feel her anal muscles relax and take it in, although the feeling was one she couldn’t say she was used to.

She pulled the panties up, and slid into the skirt whose tight fit only made the feeling in her pussy and bottom more intense. She would do this, for him; she mused, so he could do what he wanted with her.

The collar was the final piece, and the one she was most delighted to be wearing. Crafted of steel but softly lined, the thin band was hinged on one side to allow her to put it on easily. It made a sharp sound as she clasped it around her neck, and she shivered a little, feeling the slight spasm in her ass as she did. She was a little surprised he was able to find such well-fitting items from a few random measurement he’d requested. The same small metal findings that she’d noticed on her shoes sat on either side of the clasp, and she gazed in the mirror wondering what possible purpose the would come to serve. What purpose she would come to serve.

Just as she was getting her coat and purse, a loud knock at the door startled her.

She opened the door and was a little taken aback to see a very petite, busty brunette in a drivers uniform---a leather drivers uniform---and hat.

“Surprised to see me? I’m here to collect you for the party tonight, you look like you’re ready.”

“I’m uh...I was expecting...” she trailed off, not knowing what to say. She had no idea what she was expecting.

“Someone else? I get that alot. Chill, I’m just here to drive you...I’m a close personal friend”

The woman smiled a little and extended her hand. Helena relaxed a little and shook her hand.

“I’m Crystal, lets get a look at you, shall we?”

She walked around Helena, her eyes studying the outfit and woman before her, which felt strange to Helena. She became aware again of the plugs in her ass and pussy as the woman prodded her waistline.

“Lace up properly if you’re going to wear it” she said sharply and before she knew what was happening Crystal was pulling the laces tighter on her new corset, compressing her body and making the plugs seem all the more immense.

“That’s better. I’m the one who made it so if you’re going to wear it, do me some justice. You look amazing, are you ready?”

Helena nodded and they made their way to the car waiting outside.

Crystal walked around and opened the door for her, and she took a deep breath and waited for Him to speak before getting into the car.

“You look beautiful” His voice made her shudder, it was the first time hearing him in person, and he sounded as strong and powerful as he had the few times they chatted on the phone.

“Thank you. Thank you Sir.” She corrected herself, knowing to properly address him as her superior. As her Master.

He extended His hand and she took it, stepping into the car carefully so not to disturb the plugs that were stretching her open before her new Master. She felt completely vulnerable, knowing that He had chosen her outfit specifically, and He knew what she was wearing underneath, what was causing her such delicious torment.

She took her seat in the back with Him and looked at His face for the first time. He was everything she’d hoped for and imagined from the single photo on his profile, a well built man in his late 30’s with a strong jawline and dark eyes. He was dressed plain, but nicely in black jeans and a leather bomber jacket, and she couldn’t help but notice the thick leather belt around his waist. Was he planning to use it on her?

“Its nice to finally meet you, are you ready for the party?” He was more soft spoken in person than she had imagined but had in intensity about him that passed through her like electricity.

“I...I think so, I don’t really know what to expect.” She was in fact a little nervous, partly due to having never attended an event like this, but mostly because she wanted to impress him.

He smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes as she looked up at him.

“You will have a wonderful time” He said it with such certainty she didn’t know if it was a reassurance or an order; a little bit of both, she hoped and settled back in her seat for the rest of the drive.

All of a sudden she felt a strange sensation in the panties she was wearing, a jolt of pleasure shot through her and she gasped a little. He took no notice, so she straightened her body and regained her composure. There it was again---this time stronger---and she could feel the juice inside her pussy starting to flow, covering the plug with its slickness and wetting the crotch of her panties. She grimaced a little, not in discomfort, but the slight embarrassment of not knowing what her body was reacting to. She shifted in her seat a little and the odd feeling subsided. She realized he was looking at her, and hoped he wouldn’t notice her squirming movements.

“Helena,” he spoke quietly, as though he were about to share a secret with her.

“Tonight you will belong to me.” she shuddered in anticipation at his words, images running through her mind of him tying her down and using his hand to spank her, tormenting her into ecstasy with all the items she had seen in the ‘kinky’ section of the sex shops.

The feeling in her panties came again, stronger and with such intensity she knew it had to be...she scanned his body and realized he was holding a small device in his hands.

“Sir...what is that? If I may ask?” She didn’t want to offend him or ask too many questions.

“This?” He held it up, and touched his finger to it. An intense wave of pleasure surged through her pussy, and the plug filling her seemed to expand. Her desire was excruciating, and the knowledge that he had been controlling every sensation she was feeling was all the more enticing.

“This is what I will use to keep you on your toes. Although your shoes seem to be doing a fair job of that.”

A remote! He was controlling the plugs in her panties with a wireless remote, causing them to vibrate and pulse at his whim. The sensation increased and he tilted her chin up to look at him. The front plug buzzed inside her, increasing in tempo as he locked eyes with her. She sat motionless, helpless to stop the orgasm she could feel building. Her body was on fire, she had waited almost a week for this relief, denying her body the daily masturbation that was typical of her. She closed her eyes, the blistering heat inside her too much to handle.