Chapter 15
“Is it too tight?” Vi said, twisting the screw on the silver nipple clamp to add more delightful pleasure.
“Mistress Morrigan may say there’s no such thing as too tight, but…” Wendy said, walking over to me. She tugged the clamp Vi had placed gently, pulling my nipple downward. “…yeah, seems tight enough for me.”
“I could use a little more.” I said. I was already pretty overstimulated from the first act tonight, and I needed something to allow me to refocus.
Vi was always hesitant about inflicting pain on me, or on anyone, and it’s probably why she saw herself as a sub who very rarely switched.
But, through encouragement and dedication in the times she did domme me, I got her to understand that my pain tolerance was higher than hers, and sometimes I needed to focus on the pain as much as I could.
“Al…alright…” Vi said, her motions quick and sharp, just the slightest bit nervous. She turned the screw another half turn, the rubber-coated teeth on the clamp squeezing my nipple and sending a bolt of pain to my core. “Good?”
“Perfect…” I purred, my eyes heavy as I felt the pain recede, replaced with a wave of pleasure.
“Now, let me just…make sure it’s on snug…” Vi grinned and tilted her head down, her hair batting against my chest. She licked at the pinched bud of my nipple, drawing a moan out of me.
“Vi…I see that…” Wendy said sternly. “You shouldn’t be messing with Mistress Morrigan’s toys before she says you’re allowed.”
My girlfriend pulled away, her pink lips glistening with saliva, and I wanted to kiss her so desperately, but didn’t want to push it.
“Sorry, Mistress Wendy…” Vi shot her a bratty look. “Just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t fall off of Emma’s beautiful tits.”
“Yes, I’m sure that was the only reason for it…
” Wendy crossed in front of me, guiding Vi away.
She kissed Vi while stepping her back, a rather smooth move from her.
“If you need a pair of tits to give attention, Vi…” Wendy pulled down the cup of her sheer mesh bra, pushing her large breast up for easy access. “By all means.”
“Well, how am I supposed to turn that down?” Vi took Wendy’s dark nipple into her mouth with glee, which inspired quite a bit of glee from Wendy as well.
“You’re definitely not supposed to turn it down…god, your tongue…” Wendy held Vi’s head from behind, keeping her pressed to her chest.
Watching the two of them go at it, I couldn’t help but to hook my finger around the chain connecting my nipple clamps and pull on it just to relieve some of the tension I was feeling.
After about thirty seconds, and after Wendy lifted her other breast out of her bra for Vi’s attention, I felt a hand on my back.
“They’re supposed to be tying you up, but it looks like they may be a little occupied for the time being.” Yara said, playfully scratching her nails between my shoulder blades.
“I don’t mind the show.” I said, turning to meet Yara’s gaze as she slipped around me, her hands never leaving my body.
“I bet you don’t…but you’re our star tonight, Em, so we have to get you ready.
” Yara yanked at the delicate nipple chain before spinning on her heel to walk toward the walk-in closet full of BDSM gear.
She was wearing a bright orange latex catsuit tonight that covered everything from the neck down, but the thin material stretched over her meant I could see every curve, her dark nipples showing through.
Yara returned with a couple ropes, luxuriously silky red ones flecked with orange threads that I have to imagine she picked out since it matched her outfit.
She dropped them at my feet and reached behind her head to adjust the hair ties keeping her tight, fluffy curls in check.
As a girl with unruly hair that could get in the way of bondage fun, I understood Yara’s plight…
I also loved that her reaching over her head like she did gave me a somehow even better, more skin-tight vision of her catsuit.
“Wrists together, my love.” Yara commanded, and I did so.
Yara was right that Wendy and Vi were going to be unable to fulfill their bondage duties, as my girlfriend and the woman who gave me the best damn greeting ever just a couple hours ago were now going at it, Vi straddling Wendy in a chair, both women doing what they could to pull their clothing aside without taking it off.
Good for them, let out a little tension.
“They just can’t resist, can they?”
“Why would they?” I giggled.
“If it wasn’t your birthday, I’d blindfold you so you couldn’t see it, but…you deserve a little present, Em.” Yara wrapped the soft rope around my wrists, the tension perfect from the first knot. “In addition to the actual, real present I got you, by the way.”
“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” I said.
Yara continued wrapping my wrists, the rope nearing my hands. “I literally couldn’t have unless Vi had made that wishlist for her girlfriend who says she doesn’t want anything for her damn birthday…” Yara used this moment to draw the rope taut to make her point.
I shrugged, a girlish smile spreading across my face. “She knows me better than I do sometimes.”
“Does she know you’re about to put your hands up in the air for me so I can get you in position for Mistress Morrigan?” Yara bit her lip playfully.
I looked over at Vi, who currently had her head planted firmly beneath Wendy’s skirt, the other woman reclining in ecstasy as my girlfriend worked her magic.
“You know, I don’t think she knows that’s what’s happening right now…” I raised my hands up with Yara’s guidance, and she tossed the remainder of the rope over my head and over the suspension bar that ran across the ceiling.
“Hands on the bar, darling…” Yara gave the rope a firm pull as I closed my hands around the steel.
It was a sturdy bar that I had no doubt would hold strong through any activities, since I installed it myself when The Suffering Room was just a fun idea Brenda and Wendy had for a then-unused bedroom on the second floor of their mansion.
As Yara secured the rope to the mechanism on the wall, I leaned forward, stretching my back out and getting comfortable.
If Vi was in any place to pay attention to me, she would have loved to see me do this, since I loved entertaining her with naked yoga on a regular basis.
But, I understood her distraction in this moment, as it looked like Wendy was getting close to an orgasm, and I didn’t want to deny her that.
“There we go…” Yara said, tapping my ass while returning to inspect me.
“Oh, aren’t you just pitiful and vulnerable…
” She kissed me, making sure to mess with my nipple chain yet again.
“I want to eat you out so bad right now, but I know Mistress Morrigan would have my head if she found out I did.” Yara stepped back and glanced at Vi and Wendy, who obviously had no idea what else was happening in the room.
“But…hey…” She knelt down in front of me and slid her tongue up my thigh, then between my lips, making my body tense at the pleasure.
She stood up, a Cheshire Cat grin on her face, and wiped her lip with her thumb. “You won’t tell her if I don’t, right?”
I threw my head back, smiling in glee, but almost more desperate now that Yara had done so much to wake my body back up. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Now, I need to prepare you for Mistress Morrigan…” Yara went back to the wall and turned the crank that the rope was attached to, pulling me up a little further, increasing the tension.
The visual of it was far more dramatic than the reality.
To an outside observer, it probably looked like I was strung up to this device, hanging perilously and putting all my weight on my wrists.
With all that strain and danger, I’m sure someone could think that my shoulder could be dislocated if someone made me flinch too hard.
But good, safe BDSM is a lot like a magic trick.
It actually is a magic trick in some regards, and a lot of magicians learned binding and restriction techniques from BDSM experts if they wanted to find the best of the best.
I looked like a taut string held aloft, but Yara left slack in the knots around my wrists, and my thumbs were within reach of release mechanisms that I could trigger at any moment I needed them, releasing the tension and dropping the suspension bar by a few inches to allow my escape.
I was only standing on my tiptoes because it made my ass look amazing and it made me strain, but I could just as easily stand flat-footed while in this bind because Yara knew exactly how tall I was and adjusted the rope to a precise length.
It was all a carefully crafted illusion. A sexy, mind-blowing illusion.
“Yara…” Wendy said, now lying on a bed with Vi in post-coital bliss, my girlfriend’s face blotchy pink and flushed, a sign that she had really given it her all.
“Yeah?” Yara said, sounds of shuffling and a giggle coming from behind me.
“I need you to warm Emma up more before Mistress Morrigan gets here. I think you know where the strap-ons are, yes?”
“I do, Wendy…” Yara said with such glee in her voice.
“Then please, lovely, get a strap-on, get behind Emma, and pound her little pussy until I say to stop. Got it?” Wendy said, stroking Vi’s hair. Vi was watching me intently, her voyeur kink running overdrive at this point I was sure. And good, because I wanted to give her the best damn show I could.
“Of course, it would be my pleasure…” Yara said, her tone theatrical and overwrought.
“And aren’t I so nice that I’m also making it Emma’s pleasure?” Wendy cradled Vi more and lifted her up toward her so that they were spooning.
“You are so, so nice, Mistress Wendy.” Vi said, taking all the love Wendy would give her.