Chained (When Bondage Meets Innocence) (33 page)

“
Yes, Mistress,” Miranda whispered, unable to deny that the moment was infinitely sweeter than anything she had envisioned over the last month. As Krista’s hand parted her folds, her fingertips working back and forth on the sensitive spot, Miranda moaned.

“
Then you should be naked, slave,” Krista said, yanking her hand from Miranda’s pants as she pulled away.

“
Right here,” Miranda asked, turning as she stepped away from the wall, “in the doorway? What about my neighbors?”

“
Fuck your neighbors,” Krista said as she pulled her shirt over her head. “If they want to watch, let them?”

“
Please Mistress,” Miranda begged. “Can’t we just go to the living room or the bedroom? Anyone could see.”

“
I don’t care, slave,” Krista said. “I’m done waiting.”

Krista grabbed Miranda pushing her back against the wall. Reaching out, she grabbed her slave’s hands and slammed them above her head as their bodies connected, thigh to thigh, breast to breast, mouth to mouth. Krista kissed Miranda, hard, grinding into the heat between her slave’s legs.

“
You are my slave,” Krista said against Miranda’s mouth, “and I should have fucked you in the dressing room, so the whole store would hear you cry out and know that you belong to me. You would have liked that wouldn’t you? To be dominated in public in front of the store clerks who always thought you to be so dominant?”

“
No Mistress,” Miranda said, feeling her heart race at the idea, despite her answer.

“
You’re a liar, Miranda,” Krista whispered as she teased Miranda’s mouth with her tongue, licking and pulling away between each word. “You want the whole world to know that I turn you into this. A quivering, needy, slave begging for my touch, my kiss. You love it.”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda admitted, trying to catch Krista’s mouth again.

“
Do not move,” Krista said, releasing Miranda’s arms. She grabbed both sides of Miranda’s shirt and pulled them apart, buttons flying in all directions as the shirt ripped open. Underneath a white lace bra enclosed twin orbs that rose with every breath. Krista snapped the closure on the front, and pushed the bra out of the way. She flicked each nipple before unfastening the pants and pushing them off her slave’s hips, to fall on the floor.

Krista grabbed one of Miranda’s breasts and squeezed it harshly as her mouth descended. She heard Miranda cry out as her teeth pressed down into the soft flesh, but didn’t release. Harder and harder, she bit and squeezed until an actual scream came from Miranda’s throat.

“
PLEASE, MISTRESS!” Miranda screamed.

Krista released her slave’s breast watching Miranda’s chest rise and fall as she gulped huge breaths of air. With a soft tongue, she licked the near purple teeth marks that would decorate the lovely breast during their trip. She repeated the process for Miranda’s other breast, providing a matched pair as Miranda’s moans and screams echoed through the house.

Miranda opened her eyes as Krista moved down her body and licked the front of her panties, teasing her. Her eyes landed on Mr. Roberts, the widow from across the street. He was watching them. Miranda could only imagine how she looked, pushed up against the wall with her shirt hanging open, breasts visible as Krista kissed down her body.

“
Krista,” Miranda said. “My neighbor is watching us. Please let’s go to the other room.”

“
Shut up slave,” Krista said. “Let him watch. Maybe he will come and join us. You promised the last time you’d fuck whoever I wanted. Remember?”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, “but that was at the club. It was different. Not my neighbor. I won’t fuck him”

“
You are a bad slave,” Krista said as she pulled away and smacked her hand sharply against Miranda’s pussy. “You will fuck him if I say so.”

Krista turned to look over her shoulder at the man standing in his driveway. He was in his late thirties and not bad looking. Decision made, Krista lifted her hand and motioned with her finger for him to come.

The man hesitated, then began walking slowly towards Miranda’s house, as Krista turned back to her slave. Standing, she looked Miranda in the eye and pushed the panties from Miranda’s hips, to join the pants on the floor.

“
He’s coming over now, slave,” Krista said. “And his cock is going to fill up your tight little pussy. Understand?”

“
No Mistress,” Miranda begged. “Please no.”

Krista turned Miranda around and began swatting her ass, leaving bright red hand prints on it. She hit both sides, repeatedly until Miranda began to twitch from side to side, her fingers clenched tightly.

“
Please Mistress,” Miranda said. “I’m sorry. I will do it.”

“
Yes, you will, slave,” Krista said, continuing the spanking. “You will do it and you will like it.”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said. “It’s just embarrassing.”

As the doorknob turned audibly, Miranda felt tears gathering in her eyes. Mr. Roberts had been nothing but nice to her, even mowing her lawn when she was out of town and helping her sometimes with her groceries. For him to see her this way, naked with her ass red from Krista’s spanking was beyond embarrassing.

“
Introduce me, slave,” Krista said as she stood and turned to the man entering the door.

Miranda wiped at the tears on her cheeks and pulled the shirt closed as she turned towards her neighbor.

“
This is Mr. Roberts,” Miranda said, a deep blush going up her cheeks. “Mr. Roberts, this is Krista, my Mistress.”

“
Brent, please,” the man said, walking forward, shyly. “Call me Brent.”

“
Brent,” Krista said, pulling open the shirt Miranda had closed. “My slave has been very naughty. Would you like to help me punish her?”

“
Punish how exactly?” Brent asked uncertainly.

“
Nothing terrible,” Krista said, as she pinched Miranda’s pussy lips together, squeezing a drop of liquid from them.

“
I’ve never hit a woman,” Brent said, watching the drop as it fell to the floor.

“
There’s a difference between hitting a woman in anger,” Krista said, smacking her hand against Miranda’s pussy, “and hitting a woman in passion. Don’t you think?”

“
Maybe,” Brent said, unable to take his eyes off Krista’s hand. “If the woman is willing, I guess.”

“
Are you willing, slave?” Krista asked. “Do you want Brent to punish you for being a naughty slave?”

Miranda closed her eyes, knowing that Krista already knew the answer. Her pussy pulsed as she squeezed her fingernails into her palms. She was going to let her neighbor of five years, whom she rarely spoke to about anything more substantial than the weather punish her, fuck her.

“
Yes,” she whispered, opening her eyes.

Krista reached out a hand and pulled both Miranda and Brent who were staring at each other towards the living room. They clearly were attracted to each other. Krista wondered how it was possible that neither of them had ever felt any spark before. When they reached the living room, Krista turned to Brent.

“
If I say stop, everything ends, right then, you understand?” Krista asked.

“
Yes,” Brent said, “of course.”

“
Slave,” Krista said, looking at Miranda. “Bend down and grab the edge of the couch.”

Miranda complied with Krista’s command as Brent and Krista moved to stand on each side of her. A deep moan came from Miranda’s throat when Krista’s soft fingers pushed into her pussy.

“
Spank her,” Krista said, moving her fingers in and out.

Brent swatted his hand weakly against Miranda’s ass as he watched Krista’s hand.

“
You can do better than that,” Krista said as she pulled her fingers from Miranda’s pussy. “Like this.”

Krista smacked Miranda’s ass cheek, enjoying the way the sound filled up the room, then pushed her fingers back inside her slave.

“
You’re sure it’s okay?” Brent asked.

“
I’m sure,” Krista said. “Spank her.”

Brent hit her, much harder this time, forcing Miranda’s pussy to clench around Krista’s fingers and a moan from her throat.

“
Better,” Krista said. “A little harder though,”

Brent hit Miranda again, not holding back this time as he watched Krista shoving her fingers in and out of his neighbor’s snatch. He had never done anything like this before and had to admit, it was turning him on.

“
Again,” Krista said.

Brent did nothing; he just watched as another of Krista fingers slowly disappeared inside Miranda’s dripping hole.

“
Focus, Brent,” Krista said sharply. “Ten more swats for this naughty, naughty, slave.”

“
Sorry,” Brent said. He swatted Miranda’s ass, hard, leaving a red hand print behind.

“
Count them, slave,” Krista said, moving three her fingers in and out.

“
One,” Miranda said, breathlessly.

Brent hit her again, watching transfixed as Krista added a fourth finger.

“
Two,” Miranda said, moaning.

By the time Brent finished the last swat, Miranda’s ass was bright red. Krista removed her fingers and pulled her slave by the hair, lifting her off the edge of the couch as Miranda called out, “Ten.”

“
Thank him for your spanking, slave,” Krista said, pushing Miranda to her knees in front of Brent, maintaining her hold on her slave’s hair.

“
Thank you Master,” Miranda said.

“
That’s not a proper thank you,” Krista said. “I think your lips wrapped around his cock would be much better to show your appreciation.”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, leaning forward to unfasten Brent’s pants.

“
Holy Fuck,” Brent said when Miranda pushed his dick into her mouth.

“
More,” Krista said, pushing Miranda’s head forward. “I want to see his cock disappear in your mouth, slave.”

Miranda took as much as she could, before pushing away.

“
I said disappear, slave,” Krista said, forcing her slave’s head back down. “Relax your throat and let it slide inside.”

Miranda had never actually deep throated a guy before and didn’t think she could. She shook her head.

Krista leaned close to her ear. “You will do it on your own, slave,” Krista said ominously, giving her hand still tangled in Miranda’s hair a little shake, “or I will do it for you.”

Miranda took a moment to breathe and slid Brent’s dick back into her mouth. The deeper it went, the more she tensed.

“
Relax,” Krista said, softly into her ear. “You can do it, Miranda. I know you can. Just relax, and let it push inside.”

Miranda listened to Krista’s voice, telling her what to do and felt the tension leave her body. She pushed her head farther and farther onto Brent’s dick.

“
That’s right,” Krista said. “Now lift your chin and it will slide ride in. Don’t panic.”

Krista reached out and grabbed Brent’s ass, pushing him slowly into Miranda’s throat until her slave’s lips touched his abdomen.

“
Good girl, slave,” Krista said, kissing Miranda’s face as she began to push and pull her slave’s head up and down.

“
Oh fuck yeah,” Brent said when his dick repeatedly disappeared down his neighbors throat. “Oh my god!”

“
You like it don’t you slave?” Krista asked in Miranda’s ear. “You are helpless right now, with his dick shoved down your throat. But at the same time, powerful, because you hold his pleasure in your hot little mouth, to give or not to give.”

Miranda moaned as Krista talked, knowing it was true.

“
You keep sucking, slave,” Krista said. “I’ll be ready for you in a moment.”

Krista stood and finished undressing. When she was completely naked, she walked to the middle of the floor and laid down, playing with her pussy while she watched Miranda sucking Brent deep into her mouth.

“
Do you like that Brent?” Krista asked.

“
It’s unbelievable,” Brent said, his eyes going back and forth between Miranda sucking his dick and Krista playing with her pussy.

“
I think you’ve been properly thanked,” Krista said, looking at Brent. “Wouldn’t you say?”

“
Yes,” Brent said, pulling out of Miranda’s mouth. “Quite thoroughly thanked.”

“
My pussy is creamy for you slave,” Krista said. “Come and lick it.”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, crawling on her hands and knees and settling herself in front of Krista.

“
You can fuck her Brent,” Krista said, “while she’s busy with me. But don’t come in her. I want to see it squirt on her ass.”

“
Come on her ass,” Brent said, holding up three fingers as he walked over and knelt behind Miranda. “Got it.”

Krista laughed.

“
That’s so cute,” she said. “You’re like a boy scout, on a fuck mission.”

“
God, she’s so wet,” Brent said with a laugh as he rubbed his dick against Miranda’s pussy lips.

“
She likes being my slave,” Krista said. “It turns her on for me to tell her what to do, to make her suck your dick, to make her fuck you. Doesn’t it slave?”

“
Yes Mistress,” Miranda said, bending down to lick the cream from Krista’s pussy.