Therapy Victorian_Virtue and LizBound

[LizBound]

Background:

Lady Amelia (Amy) Grosvenor. Sister of the 7th Duke of Westminster, Hugh Grosvenor.

Amelia is technically a member of the royal family although a distant relation. Still, as a very attractive member of the British Aristocracy she has a certain photogenic quality that means the eye of the media is never too far away. She has appeared several times in the glossies when she has been out and about town. Her fashion sense is slightly edgy and there was that one time when getting out of a limo at a blockbuster movie premier when the paparazzi got a good view up her rather short skirt to get a good look at her classic silk stockings and suspender belt ensemble.

Since then she has tried not to cause any more concerns that might bring her family name into disrepute, but she nevertheless has acquired a reputation as being one of the sexier nobles and, as such, a prize catch for would be suitors.

A few months ago there was a very high profile situation. Amelia was kidnapped by a group of ransom demanders who were also making a statement about the redundancy of the aristocracy. She was kept bound tightly or three days and suffered several sexual assaults. She was rescued in a daring raid by a combined CTU and SAS operation. Her exact ordeal was kept out of the media and was spoken of as purely a kidnap with no harm caused.

Since then Amelia has tried some counselling with mixed results. But this is, in part, due to her reluctance to talk about some of what happened. Amelia discovered something truly shocking and disturbing during her ordeal.

Amelia was not entirely new to being tied up. When she was just seventeen, she had dabbled with BDSM due to some erotic stories she had found online and a rather scandalous friend she had made at boarding school who knew a club they could visit. Amelia had found it all very exciting but a little too dangerous and her parents were starting to get suspicious so she had reluctantly abandoned her 'experiments' before anything went further than watching.

During her ordeal. it turned out the bondage was a huge turn on and, despite her predicament, she climaxed several times during her assaults. She thinks she managed to hide this from her captors, but she is not even sure of that and worries that even now, the felons are bragging about how they made a famous rich bitch cum when they had her. Every day she expects to see some tabloid crowing about how she secretly enjoyed being ravished.

Moreover, she has bene reluctant to form any kind of romantic attachment, she has sought out some brief sexual encounters but they have left her cold and empty inside. Something is missing.

More and more this has bene preying on her mind.

Her family are increasingly worried about her introversion. They have also discovered bondage porn on her laptop.

Something has to be done before she has some kind of complete breakdown.

Lady Amelia Grosvenor.

 

[LizBound]

Ameila sat back in the comfort of the helicopter seat as she listened to her music. She had acquired a taste for more eclectic pieces over the years and her trusty iPod, something of an anachronism now, was full of a very wide range. She had just finished listening to Palladio by Karl Jenkins and was now enjoying the rich gravelly tones of David Draiman of Disturbed sing.

Sickening, weakening,
Don't let another somber pariah consume your soul
You need strengthening, toughening
It takes an inner dark to rekindle the fire burning in you
Ignite the fire within you

When you think all is forsaken
Listen to me now (all is not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes darkness can show you the light

As the helicopter slowed and began to bank round to made a landing approach she lifted her head and brushed away strands of rich coppery hair away from her face. It was quite an impressive estate for a shrink. An American shrink no less. She took in the grounds and nodded appreciatively. It was no Chatsworth, but it was well maintained and had a refinement she hadn’t expected. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as she was expecting it to be.

It had, to all appearances anyway been Hugh’s idea. And of course, the seventh Duke of Westminster was not one to refuse lightly, even if he did happen to be your brother. But she knew that the real source of the ‘suggestion’ had come from the Family. The capital F was implicit whenever one mentioned the Windsors. To her, distant aunt’s and cousins. To most people, the Royal Family. It was clear that, like a certain other redhead from the past, she had become a potential source of embarrassment. And so, yet another doctor who would try, and fail to get her to open up.

The helicopter set down in a grassy area and her PPO opened the door for her. Ever since the kidnapping, she had been assigned a member of the Special Escort Group at the behest of the Home Secretary. It was all a bit much. She had never needed one before the kidnapping and she hoped that once the dust had settled a little more, he would be reassigned and she could get back to going where she wanted when she wanted without her secretary having to submit a weekly itinerary. Still Richaard was a decent enough sort for a copper, and he had a sense of humour so that was something. He smiled as he helped her down.

“Bit up market for a shrink, ma’am.”

“Yes, Richard. I’m afraid this will probably be a shirt and sweet visit. Do apologise to your wife for me. Isn’t it your anniversary tonight?”

“Tomorrow ma’am, but I thought your visit was for the weekend.” Richard said without looking at her, his eyes taking in the surroundings. “We have lodgings set up for myself and your pilot in the coach house.”

“I’m hoping it won’t come to that. You wait here, Richard. I expect we shan’t be too long. I plan to be away as soon as we can.”

“Very good, ma’am.”

Amelia smiled and nodded. “Thank you.”

She made her way across the lawn wishing she hadn’t worn spiked heels. At a little over five feet five, she tended to compensate with high heels. And of course, they would be white, to go with her stockings, underwear and her pale green floral dress. This might be a ‘check up’ but Amelia had a reputation to keep up and, these days, the press never seemed far away although this place seemed secluded enough to ensure some privacy. Not that anyone had spoken to the press about her visit. As far as everyone was concerned, she was on her way to the family retreat in wales.

She slowed her walk as she approached the house, not sure what to expect.

 

[LizBound]

Ameila was a little taken aback. She wasn’t really used to being told what to do and, for a brief moment she just stood, phone in hand staring. He reeled off his rules and she blinked in surprise. His tone suggested that he had been given a very specific brief. her heart sank. That probably meant that this was not just another appointment she could fob off. The palace would probably be expecting a report about her attendance and progress. Marvellous, that meant she would have to put up with this nonsense.

Sighing, she nodded.

“I’ll need to tell my PPo and my PA that I’ll be incommunicado for the weekend.” She said, tapping out a text message to that effect on her phone. Fortunately her timetable had already been cleared so there was little more to say. Once she sent the message she turned off her phone and handed it to the man.

“I assume you know my dietary requirements?” she said primly. “I’m allergic to any form of tree nut, but I tend to play it safe and avoid any form of nuts or nut products.”

She followed him out as he showed her to her room. “I’m afraid this is going to be something of a rather disappointing weekend for both of us, I expect.” She said as they walked. “I doubt there is going to be anything for you to work with as I assure you I’m quite over my little ordeal. The family fuss and fret, but I’m just a little older and a little wiser about how the world works. No more, no less.”

She paused as he opened the room for her.

“I do hope you are an interesting person Dr Rose. Otherwise I am afraid this weekend may be rather a bore.”

 

[LizBound]

Amelia headed back downstairs. She hadn’t changed her clothing at all, she was keen to get the first interview over and done with so Dr Rose would get off her case. With any luck she could fob him off as she usually did and be done with this whole fiasco so she could go home. As such, as she entered the room she was ready for yet another round of dodge the questions. She'd had plenty pf practice after all.

But she wasn’t prepared for such a direct approach. She hadn’t even noticed the ropes till he spoke and now her eyes fell on them and the suddenness of his questions and the placement of the items brought colour to her cheeks before she had time to mask her reactions.

Shit… he’s clever. She thought to herself, her mind racing at an alternative reason for he blush.

“I’m sorry.” She started hesitantly. “I… I find the whole topic very unpleasant and I don’t like to talk about it. But I guess that’s why we are here, isn’t it Dr Rose.”

She settled herself a little better on the couch, crossing her legs and folding her hands on her lap.

“I’m sure you know the basics. I was leaving a dinner appointment with a few of my female friends. I had a meeting with my charity in the morning so I didn’t want too late a night. I was heading to my car.” She paused and qualified her words. “I didn’t think I needed a PPO back then, most of us, and by us I mean the less well known and highly placed members of the extended Family, don’t usually have such protection.”

She paused again and brushed her hair back from her ears.

“Anyway, I had my keys out and then I felt hands around me, someone pressing me against my car, a cloth and some sickly sweet smell. I have bene told it was probably a form of chloroform, and then I blacked out.”

That had been very unpleasant and she let it show on her face, remembering the heart stopping moment of sheer confusion and fear.

“I woke up tied up in a dark room, the windows had been covered in newspaper, like they were decorating. There was just this old fashioned heavy iron bed, no sheets or covers, just the mattress. There was nothing on the walls, no way to know where I was.”

She recalled the terror. The thought she might die.

“It was… it was awful. I thought I was going to be raped, or killed or both. I was left alone for hours. I don’t know why. Then a man came in, he face was hidden by a balaclava. He took me to the toilet, gave me food and water and told me that so long as I caused no trouble, I’d be fine,. They were holding me for ransom. They only ungagged me to feed me and they ignored anything I said. All they wanted was the money.”


She recalled their hands, their touches. She recalled how arousing it had been to be bound, and she forced those thoughts away.

“That was pretty much all that happened. A cycle of being alone, brief intervals when they took care of my needs.”


A flash of being fucked by the ‘big one’, bent over the bed as she cried out in orgasm into her gag.

I only ever saw two of them.

A vision of being spitroasted, and how it had felt to be so tightly trussed she could barely move as they pumped into her. Cumming so hard she thought she might pass out.

“Then, after what seemed like half a lifetime, there was a loud crash, shouting, gunshots, and then the police, or maybe they were SAS. I’m really not sure even now who they were. But it was all over in less than a minute, and they were untying me and I was crying…”

Seeing the body of ‘the big one’ dead on the floor and feeling a strange mix of relief and loss.

“It was far less exciting than most people seem to believe, a lot of it was boredom.”

On her knees, hands bound behind her as she sucked on ‘big one’s’ cock as he watched football on the TV.

As she finished, she sat quietly a few moment, the confusion and mixed feelings bubbling up. It took a lot to push them back down deep inside.

He spoke again and she felt more confusion.

“Why don’t you pick up and describe these knots to me?”

Her eyes fell on the ropes. She had an awful feeling that he already knew what she might be hiding. The meaning was clear. One tightly cinched square knot, virtually inescapable for the self bondage enthusiast without a knife or scissors. The second a simple slip noose, easy to escape if you know how, and the last was a classic figure eight in the middle of a rpe, just like you might put in a crotch tie to stimulate the clitoris.

She picked them up with a neutral expression.

“Just knots. I’m no expert. I’m not sure what you expect me to say. They are just some knots.”

She thought it sounded convincing. She hoped it was convincing.

 

[LizBound]

Amelia took a moment to grasp what Dr Rose was asking her to do. He wanted to recreate her kidnapping. The fact she had been tied up? She supposed, from a certain point of view that might make a certain sense, if slightly warped sense. Her heart gave a small flutter at the thought of being tied up by someone again and, for a moment, she was back there, being slowly and deliberately shagged by one of them, she hadn’t been sure which with the blindfold on while one had pushed at her lips with his cock and she recalled the intense desire to suck on that cock, to let him use her as she was helpless. How she had moaned in arousal and how they had laughed and enjoyed her embarrassment.

“Look at her, the bitch is gagging for it!”

“Fuck, he pussy is so wet and tight.”

“She’s a right little slut!”

She felt her cheeks burning as the memories came back. The yearning to be helpless again burned in her. But this was hardly the time, or the place. She had plans for how she could end up like that again and being some experiment for this American had not been part of those plans. But nevertheless, she found herself wanting to obey that note of command in his voice. But she shook it away with annoyance at her own weakness.

“Dr Rose.” She managed, her words slightly stumbling as she tried to regather her wits. “I hardly think that’s appropriate.”

“I said lay on the sofa and cross your legs at the ankles pig, then bring your hands back behind your back.” His voice brooked no argument, and she hesitated, her words lost in that moment. Ashe was supposed to do what he said, he was supposed to be the best. Maybe, just maybe he could actually help her get over this messed up thing in her head.

Sighing, she lay own on the couch. But as she did so, seeing the hood, the crop and that gag, she felt her tummy tense and a thrill of anticipation ran through her. Being tied up by someone was almost an addictive craving in her these days, and before those words of command, her willpower crumbled as she placed her hands behind her back and crossed her ankles.

“I’m doing this under protest.” She said, her voice thick with mixed emotions.

 

[LizBound]

Oh shit, it looked like the dear Doctor knew a thing or two about bondage. It was a little scary how quickly he bound her and how effectively he made her helpless. It was eerily reminiscent of the man she had only known in her captivity as ‘Boss’ but who she had later heard from the trial notes, was called Carl Forester. In his spare time when not kidnapping wealthy heiresses, he had been some kind of big noise in the London fetish scene. His skill with ropes, belts and other forms of restraint had made her heart pound. And now, as Dr Rose tied her up with almost ruthless efficiency, she felt her sex moisten and her heart accelerated. She knew this was just therapy and not meant to be sexual, but nevertheless it was hard for her, having her fantasies played out for her, not to get excited. Dr Rose was not unattractive and the possibilities of being bound like this pulled at her needs like an addict with a bag of coke on the table before him.

As he tied her elbows, she almost let out a moan. That had been something that had really turned her on in her captivity. She felt that rush of confusion again. How could she have got aroused at her ordeal. How messed up was she that she had got off on being tied dup and fucked by criminals. But her body was responding in a way she had little control over as she felt her nipples harden. When he wrapped ropes above and below her breasts, squeezing them in a most delicious way, she had to fight another gasp of arousal. This was undignified and highly inappropriate. Dr Rose as going way beyond his remit she was sure.

So why had she not said a word as he tied her up. Way had she uttered not a single word of protest?

He tugged on her hair, pulling it into a single bunch and fed it through a hole in the hood before sliding the hood over her head. She thought it had pads that would cover the eyes but, for now he seemed content to let her see.

“Is this necessary?” she finally managed. The hood, although sexy as hell, seemed a little odd. Her captors had worn face coverings, but she had never been hooded at any point in her captivity, and she wondered why he felt this was necessary. But as the zip tightened, sealing her head inside, her questions seemed less important as her pelvic muscles clenched in delight.

‘Bugger, I’m really getting turned on.’ She thought to herself. If she got much wetter down below he would be sure to smell her arousal and that would be unforgivable.

“I… I’m not sure this is a…”


She felt his hand on her thigh and then between her legs.

“Doctor Rose!” she said sharply and then was unable to say anything else but soft gasps as he slid a large rabbit inside her. Oh God that felt good!

“I… this is… Oh my… Doctor Rose I… this is highly inappropriate!”

“Now tell me what really happened.” He said, his voice commanding and insistent.

“I… I have no idea what you mean!” it sounded lame, she could hear her own arousal and the urge to flex her pelvis and undulate her hips was immense. It took all she had to lie there, immobile, trying not to give in to the sensations of arousal and need that were building in her. Was this just therapy, or something else? What the hell was he doing!

She ought to shout.

She ought to scream for help, her PPO would be here in a moment. She could stop this right now.

So why wasn’t she shouting?

“I don’t know what you are asking me… You’ve… you’ve read the reports… what more is there?”

 

[LizBound]

Amelia was a confused mess!

What the fuck is going on? She thought to herself in a rising sense of panic. Normally she had prided herself in her lack of course language but since her captivity, being surrounded by men who used vulgarity as a coercion, an insult or a seduction, she had found certain words came to her inner thoughts easily now although she still found it hard to say such things out loud unless it was in the bedroom. Yet another change since the kidnapping.

But this was something else entirely. This doctor had tied her up and was now actively trying to provoke sexual responses, like he knew! How could he know? Had the Palace known more about her secret desires than she had thought? Had her internet research been discovered? Had someone seen her at one of the clubs?

It had to be, there was no other reason why psychologist would be trying this with her.

Her mind raced even as her blood surged and her body craved for more. She wanted him to touch her. He was triggering responses in her that had lain unsatisfied for months, and she wanted it, oh God how she wanted it.

As he explained his knowledge of her captor, it all made sense. They had done their research and figured out the connection. They knew everything she had tried to hide! Or at least, this man did.

“Did you sleep with them? Did you manage your oral fixation on their cocks?”

She almost laughed. They had never slept alongside her once they were done with her. She had been left bound, coated in sweat and saliva and cum. But when he spoke of oral fixations she found her cheeks flaming as she recalled how eagerly she had accepted them into her mouth once they had discovered her weaknesses.

“You are here all weekend, and you can summon your PPO, but don’t you think they would find that odd? You bound without no visible resistance marks by a noted psychiatrist who claimed it was therapy? Or perhaps being men, they just decided to enjoy the fruits of my endeavours?”

She could not speak, could not replay to his words. She ahd not even thought of her PPO like that but suddenly she imagined them in here, finding her like this and taking her, one at each end just like…

"You fucked Carl on numerous occasions.”

He made it sound like the know for sure. Had the Boss… had Carl told them? Had he spilled it all to the police?

“Would you like me to fuck you like that now?”

She was shocked when he said it, it had been a thought just starting to form in her mind. The calm voiced American reminded her of Him in many ways. It would be easy to surrender again, to allow… but… no, this wasn’t right!

Then she saw the collar and she felt her sex tighten in anticipation. It was ready even if she wasn’t. It knew what it wanted even if she was floundering in doubt and confusion.

“Would you like me to fuck you? Ask nicely and I will consider it.”

Finally, Ameila managed to rally some words, although she wasn’t sure what she believed or thought anymore.

“I… don’t know what they have told you… but… I don’t know what I want anymore. I..I’m so confused. I shouldn’t feel.. I shouldn’t want.. “ But her eyes were fixed on the collar. It had clearly been prepared just for her with the cursive capital A.

“Is this supposed to be curing me? Or did they pay you to indulge me?”

It was a struggle to think, to stay rational when her body was screaming to be fucked. But this was not the Boss, this was not Him, or the Big One, or the Ratman or any of the other cronies the Boss had allowed to fuck her. This was a psychologies, hired by the palace. If she showed him the real Amelia, the place would know for sure. Somehow, she had to try and fight this. But she wasn’t sure her resolve could hold much longer,

 

[LizBound]

Damn the man! He was using her weakness against her. She knew he was, this was just some game, or trick. But…

It was hard to stay angry. It was hard to have any emotions other than sheer sexual abandon. His fingers were slowly driving her crazy. He knew what he was doing, and the bondage… Oh sweet bloody hell, the bondage was exquisite. So much better than when she had done it on herself. This was what she had dreamed of for weeks. Being tied up by someone and to be used, to be taken. It was all she could do not to moan.

She felt the collar go round her neck. She almost cried out as she felt it tighten and then click into place. He was possessing her symbolically and she inhaled deeply, her body responding in an instant with a stab of arousal that almost made her shudder.

Shit… she was in big trouble, she was one step away from begging him to use her. She hadn’t felt this way since… Him.

She strained a little against the ropes, enjoying the tension and the resistance as she squirmed and struggled weakly, not really trying to escape but relishing the feeling of being bound.

Then she felt his lips on hers, and his tongue, and she couldn’t fight that, she let him invade her mouth and her tongue found his and she groaned as he sex clenched once, twice, pulsing in response to the arousal she was feeling.

“Beg me to fuck you”

She tried to shake her head trying to hang on, but his lips met hers again at the same time she felt his fingers circle her clit maddeningly and she let out a soft whimper, She felt his tongue and sucked on it without thinking.

“Beg me to fuck you”

His hands seemed to be everywhere, he cupped and squeezed a breast and she gasped. Her girls were so sensitive when she was like this. The Big One had been very good at driving her crazy just with his tongue and fingertips on her breasts and nipples but this was almost as exquisite.

“Beg me to fuck you”

“Hnng!” She tried, she tried so hard. She wanted to give in to surrender, but every part of her was screaming to ask him. But she knew this was bad, very bad. If she gave him this, she would be lost again and the last time had been the most confusing, scary, intoxicating experience of her life and, although she had craved this now she was terrified of losing herself.

“Nnnnaaaaggggg.. please… don’t make me… ahhh… ah shit…”

“we have all weekend. Beg me to fuck you. No palace no intrigue. Just someone who can give you what you want."

His mouth invaded hers again and she let out a long shuddering moan.

“Ahhh hahhhh fuck…. Fuck me… please fuck me…”



She felt tears in her eyes, but were they from joy, sorrow or shame, she had no idea any more. All she was, was lust and need and hunger.

 

[LizBound]

Amy was a mess, in her mind, she wasn’t thinking much of anything except a constantly circling surge of confused emotions, like a Mobius strip of cyclic internal monologue.

‘Oh shit!’

‘What am I doing? ‘

‘Why is he doing this?’

‘This is really happening?’

‘Oh fuck!’

Along with this spiralling maelstrom, her emotions shifted and melted into each other, vacillating between rampant arousal and abject terror. It was acutely akin to her time with the kidnappers, once the key to her innermost desires had been exposed, she had been raw, like a nerve being dragged by the blade of a rusty knife. She wanted to scream in horror ad moan in pleasure as he took her into his room.

‘Oh God!’

This was what she had been looking for, wasn’t it? A man to utterly control her, and to bind her and user her like they had done, like he had done. But the reality was as scary as it was enticing. Her eyes darted round the room taking it all in, her heart beating so hard she thought it might explode out of her chest.

As bound her again, to the bed this time, she was capable of nothing more than small whimpering gasps as she felt the bonds tighten, immobilising her. As he came back to her naked his erection clear and impressive, she could not stop herself from staring at the phallus. Her body ached for the touch of his hands and that cock. She had little time to anticipate before he wa son her and thehead of his shaft was touching her opening.

She moaned and squirmed as she felt him start to more, but he wasn’t just going for it, instead tantalising her, teasing her. Her back arhced and she tried to raise her hips to meet him, but he held himself from her, only gradually moving into her a little at a time. It was maddeningly slow, infinitely excruciatingly delicious. He could have been Him, for a moment, she almost thought she was back there, in the dark bedroom of the flat. But this was more and less at the same time. Different but so achingly familiar that she could already feel her orgasm building.

Then his hand was at her throat and she gasped in genuine fear. She felt his fingers constrict and her arousal drained, subsumed by discomfort and shock and fear. She shook her head, gasping for air.

“Hhnnnoo!”

She felt him thrust into her and her sex clenched in response, arousal and fear clashing inside her. He allowed her to breath and she drew in a deep lungful with a groan as he moved deeper, her groan of relief turning to a moan of pleasure. Then his hand was on her nipple and her back arched upwards as an intense spike of pleasure was wrung from her and he orgasm, that had fled before the choking hand, started to build again inside her and then he was choking her again and she let out a sob.

“P.. uh less… stop… I… can’t… breathe….”

There was real fear there and her arousal was slipping away again as she fought for breath, her hands clawing the air as she panicked.

He eased off, perhaps in response to her please. But his hand held around her neck, but just holding her now as he drove into her inch my maddening inch until she felt utterly full of him. For a moment she worried. He was not wearing an y protection. Even ‘He’ had been careful. But this man, this doctor, was inside her with nothing to stop their fluids mixing. When has she last had a contraceptive injection? She was due soon, or was it already overdue? She couldn’t remember. Her tangle of thoughts confused and unable to think coherently.

Then he started to fuck her, deliberately, rhythmically, driving her onwards in a relentless thrusting pace that made her orgasm come racing back, surging upwards as she approached a climax like she hadn’t known since her ordeal. Any worries about the lack of condom fled before her intense need.

She felt utterly alive!

 

[LizBound]

Ameila was literally out of her mind. Any cogent, rational thoughts were just gone. All she was ache and need and lust. She moaned and writhed as he plunged in and out, driving her mercilessly, efficiently and ruthlessly towards orgasm. She wanted to cry out but old instincts from ‘then’ came back and she remembered hands across her mouth. ‘No noise, bitch!’ and later, a gag in her mouth as they fucked her. She grunted and groaned, stifling her cries even as she climaxed around his shaft, her sex clenching him and squeezing as her muscles tensed in spasm again and again.

It had been so long since she had felt this way. This was something she had craved and searched for and now, unexpectedly, she had it ,and it was both terrifying and wondrous. Her mind seemed to be in the throes of orgasm just as much as her body. A rolling, surging wave of utter bliss as everything released at once. Her sexual tension and her aching, searching need.

Whether it was her own climax, of his own pleasure, she could not be sure, but she felt him tense inside her and then he came, his seed filing her and that hard to describe sensation of the jet of cum hitting her cervix. It was only as her own climax started to subside after the initial surge of endorphins that she realised just what had happened. He had ejaculated into her. If her injection was out of date… she felt a knot of worry start to form, but that was quickly supplanted as she felt him leave her, her sex empty but slick with cum and her own fluids as she heard him moving around. Then she felt him untie her legs. She was too gone to fight as she felt something rolling up her legs. Some sort of bag? It was loose, but not loose enough to allow total freedom, more like a snug sleeping bag but soft and silky.

“What…. What are you…” her voice seemed hoarse and breathy, filled with only partially satiated lust. He didn’t answer her apart from softly spoken instructions to ease fitting her into the cocoon more easily. When he was done, she was encase din a loose silky bag. It felt very strange but, she had to admit, not unsexy! He adjusted the sleeve and it tightened a little. She could squirm but any sort of large movement was impossible. She felt cool air around her nipples and more at the apex of her thighs.

She let out a soft gasp as she felt his tongue.

This was different! So different to her ordeal, but different was not worse. No, this was interesting and, even though her climax was barely passed, she felt her arousal reawaken.

 

[LizBound]

She was already half aroused again but then she felt him binding her ankles together with… rope? She wasn’t sure, but it felt exquisite as her stockinged ankles were pulled together. The varied sensations of silk stockings, and the denser, thicker silk of the bag and the bindings worked on her fetishes and she moaned softly with each tug and tightening.

Then he found her wrists and, noting their position, wrapped rope around and around her, trapping her wrists at her side. She could do little more than gasp and whimper. He leaned her up slightly and then began to wrap more coils above and below her breasts, squeezing them slightly.

“Oh fuck.. ooooh fuck…” she moaned softly. This was heaven, this was… this was hell. He had her and he knew her weakness and he was using it on her and there was nothing she could do to stop this.

Nothing she wanted to do. She would not have stopped him even if she had that power. The silk bag tightened further around her and her nipples were pushed out of small holes in the material leaving the slick silk to tease the rest of her exposed skin.

“Oh God… “ It was a prayer for salvation, but also a prayer for more…

She lay there, utterly helpless and utterly aroused. She had almost no control over her body as she squirmed and writhed against the bindings, finding the resistance delicious, finding the gentlest friction of silk on silk, or silk on flesh intoxicating.

“Lets make this impersonal shall we?”

She felt the mask close over her mouth, Muffling any words she might speak.

She lay there for some moments squirming, but with this level of immobility she could do nothing to satiate her hunger. As she calmed, she felt his finger, just one finger slip into the soft slick folds of her sex and she gasped loudly and her hips rose to meet him. Part of her knew this was madness… how had she let him do this to her, but part of her no longer cared. Her frustrations and need for.. this, was being fulfilled and she could only moan in pleasure as she tried to work herself against that finger. Every time her arousal mounted, he paused, only to slowly start to edge her upwards again. She knew what he was doing, but she was unable to resist that menacing, tormenting finger. Each time he stroked and teased, she had to respond, squirming against him till she was close, only for him to stop again. She squealed, she moaned, she begged him without words to let her come and, after what seemed like an age, he kept his hand there long enough for a shuddering, muscle straining orgasm to surge through her, leaving her gasping, chest heaving as her pelvic muscles clinched and spasmed in aftershock.

After a few moments she felt the mask bottom lift and she could breathe cooler air. She felt something close to her mouth and her tongue snaked out almost without thinking, her mind lost in other times. Her tongue encounter cool glass and she sipped at the wine with relish. .

“Who… who are you?” she gasped… “How… did you… I..” She couldn’t articulate what she trying to say. The fact he was this way with her, that he had done this, when she had been sent her to be cured of her ‘addiction’ seemed too unlikely a coincidence. Was the place paying him to indulge her? It was an enticing, appealing thought.