Under The Tree (Wolfyyy and BothsAndNeithers)

[BothsAndNeithers]

Laurel Shaw had planned ahead for a while. She and her boyfriend had toyed with a little bit of roughousing in the bedroom - he'd swat her behind, or pin her hands down - but not much. She knew he liked it, but he wouldn't ask for it, and she wasn't sure how to approach it, or if she even wanted to. When she'd found out her work was having financial troubles that meant she wouldn't get paid until January - and therefore wouldn't have money for much of a present for him - it had been clear what she needed to do.

Her boyfriend lived with a roommate, so they usually had to be quiet and stealthy, but the roommate was going out of town for the holidays, so she used her spare key to let herself in. She'd pulled the coffee table in front of the tree, then used red ribbon - the fabric kind - to tie each of her legs to its legs. She put garland over her crotch, carefully laid little wreaths on each breast, and used chocolate syrup to write,
"Merry Christmas!" on her stomach. A string of garland between her teeth for a "gag," and she was all but done.

Figuring out how to secure her arms so she couldn't get them free had been the hardest part. Finally, she'd balanced her boyfriend's barbell with seventy pounds on it on the edge of the coffee table and tied more of the ribbon to it with a slip knot at the end, through which she threaded her wrists. When all was set, she reached up and pushed it off.

It made a loud clunk, but it worked - it tightened the loop so she couldn't pull her wrists free and pulled her arms above her head, and the weight kept her from pulling them back up again. It worked a little too well, in fact - she'd misjudged the length of the ribbon, so it forced a tension in her body, an arching of her back she hadn't planned on. It wasn't comfortable, but it looked hot.

Her boyfriend, though, had felt otherwise. He'd been furious - was she fucking his roommate? Did she want to be? She could've just told him, he'd've gotten out of the way! Apparently his roommate wasn't leaving, and he assumed she'd been ready for him, since he usually came home earlier. She tried to explain that, no, she was there for him, but he hadn't wanted to hear it - he'd grabbed her stocking off the wall and shoved it into her mouth until it was so full she was struggling not to choke.

He washed off her stomach with a washcloth, then left a note:
"Found her like this when I got home. I sure don't want it, so it's all yours."

He taped it to her forehead and left.

 

[Wolfyyy]

Leeroy Carter finally made his way up the stairs to the top level of the domitory block. It was an early end to his routine night out. Most of his mates had plans for on the Christmas night and few places were open. There wasn't a planned christmas reunion for his family as most were too busy with overseas business trip this season. Making his way through the ill lit corridor, he was sure none of the other students living along the stretch was around already. He couldn't be bothered to turn on the communal lights, heading straight for his room at the end of the walking stretch before plunging his keys. The dark room greeted him with only the round clock with neon hands pointing at 8pm sharp reminding him of what a dull night it'll be for him ahead.

His hands reached for the switch in the dark before toggling it. His body froze when the lights came on, eyes fixed on the familiar female's body arched back in an obvious strain. While the garland laid on top of her crotch, her clean shaven sex could nevertheless, still tease from the angle. Her nipples greeted him within each wreaths. They look hardened, but wasn't sure its due to the cold room with sub-par heating system working or its just his roommate's girlfriend.

His eyes briefly read the note, a soft grin emerged from his face. He peeled it off before tossing it into the nearby bin.

"Bloody Hell Laurel. Look at you." He reached for his phone in his pocket, positioned the camera at her, before the blinding flash came on for a split millisecond. He re-positioned himself, taking a few more shots along the 360 degrees circumference, while her body laid bare and helpless to the flash lights outraging her modesty. He reeled through his gallery after, before turning the screen towards Laurel, scrolling through the freshly acquired pictures, have her look at her own curvacious self tied down obscenely, gagged. A few shots zoomed in with clarity, at the firmness of her nipples, her seemingly swollen looking clits.

He spotted a massive santa's bag resting by a chair behind the table, out of sight from the girl's current line of view. Assuming the bag was part of the package left by Laurel herself or his roommate, he browsed through it. In it is a variety of tools, toys. There were even notes with fresh ink written on some of them, his roommate's writing.

He leaned down to Laurel's ear with a massive 9 incher dildo, ribbed and dotted, with the written note, 'This slut rode this on your bed and came on it two days back!'. He grinned, whispering on, "Someone's been a very naughty girl this Christmas, hasn't she?"

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Laurel had struggled mightily, but nothing she'd done had had much effect, besides shifting the garland enough to give glimpses of the bits of herself she'd so diligently groomed in anticipation of her gift for her boyfriend. She heard someone coming and tensed, wincing at the bright light. It was cool in the room, and goosebumps lightly decorated her flesh.

She waited for Leroy to untie her. She didn't know her boyfriend's roommate well, but he'd always seemed cordial enough in passing; she'd thought it would be embarrassing to be seen by him like this, but had had no doubt that he'd free her when he came. Instead, though, he started taking pictures.

Her eyes were wide, a combination of worry and irritation as she tried to speak through the wad of fabric sticking out of her mouth, trying to tell him to let her go. Her emotions made her breath come harder, and her chest heaved, breasts moving up and down with each breath. She glared at the dildo - she had, indeed, played with it with her boyfriend, at his request, though she hadn't been able to tolerate anywhere near all of it inside her.

She shook her head at the whisper, pulling at her arms uselessly, hoping he'd see what was going on and free her.

"Let me go!" she demanded, though it only came out as mmphs through the stocking.

 

[Wolfyyy]

"What..? you want it? Jesus Laurel. And just when I thought you were an angel all these while." He shooked his head at what he interpreted to be Laurel's response. Coupled with the way her body was beginning to react, the way her chest heaved, the height of her nipples perking; it was a sight easily mistaken for her being aroused by the sight of the dildo. The lad pulled a stool over and sat on it, shifting the santa bag to have the other chair holding it, placed beside him.

"You scared off your boyfriend Laurel. I wouldn't be surprised." He paused, before he began to pull out more and more items from within the bag of more than 1 metres in dimension on all side with a paper labelled in front 'Laurel's Personal Collection'. He pulled out a string off anal beads, his eye widened at the size of the beads and the length of it, with another note attached, 'Her reaction; priceless when this goes in.'

"Your boyfriend spoke of your collection but I didn't expect a wardrobe size of it." He spoke, clueless that the boyfriend was the one who had most of them all stashed up and not Laurel herself, waiting to use it on her, with the anal beads being one of his dark secrets. He always loved the sight of pushing his girlfriend to her limit. It turns him on. And Laurel might have already been aware of it.

Leeroy smirked, before he guided the first anal bead into the helpless girl's butthole from underneath, pushing it in, as the massive beads filled in one after another. "I'm sure your boyfriend would appreciate me teaching his girlfriend the meaning of self-control, obedience and receiving only when you are allowed to."

He forced in as much of the beads as possible, making sure the entire tight rear hole was stretched, before leaving the remaining string of beads hanging from behind her. "You love these toys so much don't you? Let's see if you'd last the night in them. Perhaps that will teach you a lesson."

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Laurel shook her head emphatically - she didn't want it ever, really, but especially not right now! She wanted let up.

She craned to try to see what he was reaching for. Her body, nearly stretched to its limit already, arched to help her look, one of the wreathes sliding onto the table. She glared at him - just because it was true didn't mean he needed to say it. She really hadn't expected this from Leeroy.

She shook her head, wiggling as hard as she could, doing everything possible to signal that she wanted up. She didn't know what collection he was referring to - the little bullet vibe she sometimes liked to use didn't exactly make a collection - but she'd deal with all that later...or so she thought.

She yelped into the stocking as he pushed something into her, not expecting the intrusion there, of all places - her boyfriend had tried a really well-lubed finger once, but she hadn't liked it, so they'd stopped. Leeroy, however, didn't stop. She screamed into the stocking, hoping to get someone's attention, but knew it was pointless - no one was there. The ascending size of the beads was the only small mercy, stretching her at least a little gradually until the last was stuck in her opening, body stretched painfully around it. With no lube and little prep, it wasn't pleasant.

She shook her head violently in response to his question and lifted her hips in an effort to pull the table up enough to slip a foot free, but only managed to make herself grunt as she landed on the unused beads.

 

[Wolfyyy]

"Body already thrashing about with the first item? You're a sensitive one are you. But I'm not complaining. Perhaps this would make your lesson all the more effective." He paused, before adjusting the remaining beads sticking out, bending the string, slowly slipping the beads one by one, into the girl's wide open, inviting pussy.

"I want your body to repent for your sluttiness. I want you to be the good girl your boyfriend would have hoped for you to be. He'd be thankful for this."

"You like the feeling of it down here don't you?" He paused, briefly pulling and thrusting the bead stretch in and out of Laurel's pleasure canal in slow, sensuous strokes, allowing the vaginal nerves to savour every bit of the motion. "Let's see how long you'll last."

He began picking up the pace, sliding the beads in and out on a cresendo, eyes fixed on Laurel's face, witnessing her every bodily reaction as the toy stimulated her.

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Laurel shook her head - why was he doing this? What had she ever done for her to dislike her this much? Or...her heart sank...what had her boyfriend told him?

The beads on the end were the biggest, by design, and she groaned as they, too, were pushed inside her without lubrication, stretching her. She rocked her hips, protesting, but he continued, unfazed. If he would just take the stupid stocking out, she could explain everything to him!

She shook her head again - he had to know she didn't want this - as he started to slide the beads in and out. They were uncomfortably large, but their size had one advantage; they couldn't help but find every spot inside her. To her simultaneous relief and dismay, her body began to respond, offering some of its own lubrication at last as the pace picked up. It would never be enough for her to orgasm, not if he didn't offer some external stimulation as well, but it was soon enough to have her face flushed, hips moving involuntarily in response to the stimulation.

 

[Wolfyyy]

Leeroy feasted at the eventual sight of Laurel's body dancing to the beads running in and out of her. It was arousing. The way the girl attempts to fight the bonds by her limbs, the way her body rocked to what he presume, is the girl enjoying the treatment she was receiving, had his shaft gradually erecting from underneath his pants.

He stopped abruptly, leaving the beads embedded deep inside both her butthole and her love canal. He hastily set up the webcam of his desktop, nicely placed by the side of Laurel, near enough to capture details at the highest definition and far enough to capture her entire body, tied down. He then setup a display screen, directing the projector to the ceiling, allowing Laurel to get a full view of her body, allowing her to watch herself reacting involuntarily to the stimulation. The lights went off, with only a bright spotlight shining down against Laurel's body, as she is forced to witness nothing else, but herself.

"Look at yourself, Laurel. Look at those hips move. You're loving this so much aren't you?" He grinned, before his hand returned to the bead string, as he began continuing the thrustings, sliding it in and out of both of her holes in alternation. He then picked up the 9 incher ribbed length, teasing the huge cockhead looking tip against the circumference of Laurel's slit as the beads continued to work its way.

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Laurel let out a frustrated groan as he stopped the movement of the beads, though she wouldn't honestly have been able to tell someone whether it was because her body was so on edge or because she was irritated that he hadn't yet freed her.

She saw what he was doing and frowned at him, shaking her head and yelling into the stocking - but, of course, nothing was working to get him to stop. She was mortified to find a picture of herself on the ceiling; what was he doing with that video?!

She shook her head emphatically, squeezing her eyes shut and fighting to keep her body still, to not react as he started sliding the beads back and forth. The beads in her ass still had no lubrication, and were still desperately uncomfortable, which helped offset the pleasure of the other stimulation...for a while.

When he pressed the head of the dildo against her, though, it brushed her clit, and she squealed involuntarily, eyes shooting open in time to see her own hips arch, seeking more contact there.

 

[Wolfyyy]

"Cute." Leeroy remarked at the sight of the girl's hip swaying back and forth from the contact, before racking up the pace of the dildo gliding around the edge of Laurel's sensitive opening. He then began to twirl the tip of the dildo head on a gradual downwards spiral, submerging deeper and deeper on each complete circle made. He took the time to experiment on the young lady's behaviour, picking up signals base on her body movements, mentally marking out the different areas that evoked the biggest response from Laurel, physical and audio.

The random strokes and thrusts eventually became a pattern. The 9 incher twisted 360 degreees on every stroke in to have the dots and ribs on the length of it torment the nerve endings of the lady's pleasure canal. He would stop abruptly at a certain depth in, just millimetres short of the bliss spot, before pulling out, depriving Laurel of the pleasure that he knew would drive her over the edge if he had stimulated it vigorously. It was as if he already managed to map out the different triggers within the love canal. And he is now, toying the buttons to his amusement while the girl laid helpless.

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Laurel had no choice but to stay on the table as he explored her with the various toys, body jerking each time he happened to brush against her clit. She'd rarely come from internal penetration alone, but her engine was revved enough that it would take very little effort on the outside to push her over the edge.

Unfortunately, he never quite gave enough to push her there, instead forcing the toy deeper inside her. It was maddening - between the toy and the beads she was stretched painfully, stuffed full, but there was so much stimulation happening that it couldn't be just pain. Her body didn't know what to do, every nerve ending on high alert, balanced on the razor's edge of displeasure and almost-bliss.

And every time she managed to stop looking, to screw her eyes shut, he did something else that made them open wide, just in time to watch herself in the video feed. She turned wide, moist eyes to him, expression pleading...though whether for him to stop or push her over the edge, she couldn't say.

 

[Wolfyyy]

"They say a person's senses amplify at the expense of disabling the others." Leeroy remarked with a grin. He stopped the thrusting motion abruptly once more, leaving the bead string submerged now in just her butthole, with the dildo the only one latched in deep within Laurel's orifice now, which was showing hints of adaptation with tiny streaks of naturally produced lubricant making her clits glisten. He peeled out a crimson red satin cloth from the santa's bag looking like a blindfold, nimbly wrapping it around the young lady's eyes, blinding her in time. With the ceiling lights already off, the blindfold making her see nothing but pitch darkness.

With that, he watched on for the next minute, making no noise, as if Laurel was the only one left in the room. It was as if he knew just how to play the mind game, as if he has done this many times before with other girls. He allowed Laurel to roam in her thoughts, allowed her other senses to start adjusting to make up for the lost of sight.

Then, the sound of a certain familiar vibrator broke the silence after what felt like an eternity. The buzzing started off loud, just barely an inch away from Laurel's right ear, before it began to soften as the device seemingly trailing away from her top, going down south. The vibrator stayed disipline in its track, not touching but so close to the lady's skin that the nerve ends could actually feel glimpse of the vibration as a result of the air molecules sandwiched between the vibrating tip and the girl's skin being stimulated. As it neared Laurel's firm nipples, it touched against it, before the vibrator began to make sensual rounds around the sensitive bud, before alternating to the other nipple.

"How does it feel, Laurel?", his low but heavy voice breaking the silence once more.

 

[BothsAndNeithers]

Laurel grunted as he pushed the beads deep inside her again, hips trying to move away from the intrusion and, of course, failing spectacularly. She shook her head, suspecting what was coming, and tried to jerk it away as he wrapped cloth around her eyes. Ultimately, though, he didn't have much trouble covering her eyes fully with the fabric, plunging her in darkness.

She tensed, waiting for what happened next...but then nothing did. She tried to shift, but there still wasn't room to. Her mouth was dry, cottony with the feel of the stocking stretching it wide and absorbing any extra moisture, body slightly sore from being stretched across the table for so long.

When the vibrator started, she jumped, a little squeak escaping. She pushed herself against the surface of the table, trying to stay away from it, but he pressed it against her erect nipple. The buzzing was less effective than it would've been on other body parts, but she still shifted, body clearly interested in the interaction. She groaned grumpily in response to his question.

 

[Wolfyyy]

"No?" Leeroy probed on, as the tip of the vibrator began to trail south, in a slow sensual stroke towards her belly button as a pit stop, before continuing its journey. The vibrator eventually find its way to the tip of Laurel's clean shaven orifice. It was as if he knew just how the female anatomy works, half threaded the tip of the toy, hovering it along the edges of her slit, and not applying the full pressure, allowing the engorging lips to feel the mild stimulation at work, but far from enough to get her off.

"How does is feel, Laurel?" He repeated his question slowly in his low voice. He went silent as he guided the tip of the toy to make a few rounds around her sensitive clits, very occasionally, submerging it an inch briefly before pulling out to continue its circular dance, attempting to frustrate Laurel's mind and body.

"You should really start talking. I don't know what I'd do." He grinned softly to himself after having the toy torment her for a while. The bag could be heard fumbling through once more, followed by a moment's silence with only the buzz from the vibrator against her bare bottom, before a sudden clamp latched onto each of Laurel's nipples. The two of them felt like a metal clip, and there seem to be a weight on each, like a iron cast ball, pulling the clamps down further, amplifying the pain against the sensitive buds.