Shamed (13 page)

“The black one with purple ribbon?”
She asked.
Danny nodded.

“The one that just goes around under your boobs, and fishnets, don’t
forget to wear your fishnets.” They kissed and Michelle let the towel drop to
the kitchen floor. “Or maybe....” Danny said feeling the urge rising within
him.

“Ugh, ugh.”
Michelle weaved away from him
“This is my turn remember. No wasting it before we’ve even got started.”

She slipped away upstairs and went to the bedroom to dress. She could already
feel herself getting moist from anticipation. She sorted out the requested
items from her bottom drawer and dressed in front of the mirror. After deciding
to tie her hair back in a pony tail she observed herself, twisting from side to
side in the mirror. The basque lifted her breasts and her bare nipples already
looked stiff. The fishnets accentuated the section of her body that was
uncovered between the top of her thighs and the bottom of the basque - the
clear area of shaven pink flesh folding delicately in the V between her legs.
Her butt looked cute and firm. She applied some make-up and in a moment of
devilment decided to add an extra touch.

Then she slipped downstairs again and strode into the lounge with a
sway of her hips and her lips in a pout. She stood behind Danny as he was
unpacking things from their bag of toys. He turned to look at her and
immediately stood straight.

“You like?” Michelle purred.

“Oh I like.” He said. His eyes took in the vision of her in the basque
and stockings, heels completing the set, but he was drawn immediately to the
carefully scribed words that she had written in lipstick across the bare flesh
of her stomach. Fuck Me – it said – with an arrow pointing down to her pussy.

Danny laughed. “I like a lot, you little slut.”

“Oh but sir!
I’m not a slut!” Michelle played
along. “Just a little reminder of what I expect today, in case you forget.”

“Well, I’m not so sure” He said affecting a doubtful tone. “How can I
leave the house and know that you won’t be off out as soon as I’m gone, fucking
everything that moves?” 

“I don’t know sir. I do feel kind of frisky.”

Danny said that he would have to make sure that she stayed put while he
was gone – knowing that her slutty tendencies were likely to lead her astray.
There was only one thing for it and that was to tie her up in a way that would
prevent her from wandering off.

Reaching into the bag, he produced a rope and bound her wrists
together. Then fishing out two more he tied one each to her ankles. He then
took out a silk scarf and blindfolded her before instructing her to
lay
on the rug.

This she did, flat on her back with her head towards the big oak
sideboard and her legs towards the window. Danny then took the ends of the rope
tied to her wrists, lifting her arms back over her head so that they lay either
side and tied them off around the leg of the side board pulling them
taught.  Then he took one of the ankle ropes and tied that tightly around
the leg of the heavy table pulling her left leg out at an angle. Finally the other
rope he pulled towards the sofa and, dragging her right leg wider and wider
tied it firmly around the leg.    

 Michelle sighed with arousal. “Ooh, that feels so good.” She
lay
spread now, her glistening labia peeled apart and
feeling the sensation of the air temperature against her naked flesh. She heard
Danny rifling in the toy bag again and waited in anticipation. He knelt near
her head and then feeling the gag touch her lips she instinctively lifted her
head as he threaded the straps beneath her hair and fastened it behind her
head.

“Comfortable?” He asked.

“
Mmmm
,
gggggh
!”

“Good” Danny laughed.  He took a moment to take in the sight.
Blindfolded and gagged, breasts bare and her legs spread wide apart he knew how
much she would be enjoying this. “Now for the
piece de resistance
” He
announced.

Michelle heard the puffing of a pump on a bottle top and then felt a
cold splat of liquid fall onto her pussy. She flinched but was surprised at how
little she could move. Danny had tied her well.  The liquid ran down
between her lips as it started to pool in her anus she felt one of Danny’s
fingers probe against the puckered skin. The butt plug – she thought – he’s
going to use the butt plug. It sent a shiver of excitement through her.

Sure enough a moment later she let go a long hissing sigh, as he worked
the tip of the butt plug against her tight opening. Slowly increasing the
pressure, twisting it gently, he added a little more lubricant as she tried to
concentrate and relax her muscles to allow it entry. Finally with a brief
stinging sensation her muscle gave way and the head pushed into her. She gave a
gargled squeal as the plug pushed in further and further, widening as it went
until, just when she thought it wasn’t going to fit, the muscle slipped over the
rim and tightened around the stem and against the base that prevented it going
in any further.

“
Aaahggggnnnn
!”
Michelle gurgled from behind the gag, the sound resonating from her throat,
lifting her head but unable to move any of her limbs. She felt the desire to
clamp her legs shut but the only effect was to tighten her abdominal muscles
which caused her anal muscles to tighten around the plug in her butt. God, her
cunt was already aching! She tried to relax desperate to make sure she didn’t
come too soon.

He continued to move around the room, preparing the scene; she was
trying desperately to identify some of sounds she heard and was pretty certain
she heard the tripod being erected. With luck that meant he had the video
camera set up. 

Danny was smiling but she couldn’t see that. She heard him leave the
room and then his footsteps on the staircase. A few moments later he came back
down and she heard the jangle of keys as he collected the car keys from the
kitchen. Then she heard what sounded like the rustle of cloth as he re-entered
the room and she guessed he was putting on his coat.

“Feeling comfortable little slut?” He asked.

“
Grrrnnnnrr
?” she tried to ask him a question
twisting her head blindly, seeking him out, but she couldn’t make any sound
that she felt sounded like words. He guessed anyway.

“Yes, I’m going out. I’m going to pick up my new hard-drive. In the
meantime you will just wait here for me. If you are a good girl – and don’t
come while I’m gone – then I’ll give you a good fucking when I get back. Oh,
and before you think you can just come without me knowing.....” She heard the
click of a switch. “The video camera will be filming the whole time.”

Michelle made an appreciative noise “Be good now!” Danny said and she
heard him snatch the keys in his hand as he turned and left the room. A moment
later a draft of cold air swept across her body as the front door opened and
then closed. It made her shiver and she tried to twist away from the chill air
but she was reminded of how restricted she was and again her muscles tightened
hard around the butt plug as she felt the ropes bite into the flesh of her
limbs. Her pussy tingled and her clitoris began a slow throb. She heard the car
start outside and drive away.

Fuck!
She thought.
God, don’t come!
Her breathing
increased and she worked hard to relax
herself
and
fight against her arousal. She felt her nipples harden. It was always like
this. That was why she loved being bound and spread out. Being unable to see,
unable to move unless she wanted to feel the bite of the ropes, simply left her
one thing to focus on. The butt plug feeling bulky and hard inside her as her
pussy gaped wide open, feeling empty and desperate in contrast. Then she would
watch it all later on the video. That was different but just as exciting.

Stop!
She screamed inside her head.
Stop thinking or you’ll
just get too excited and won’t be able to stop yourself!
She tried to
concentrate on her breathing.  She tried to think of something mundane.
The food shopping.
What do we need?
  She
started to visualise the freezer contents, the pantry. Making a mental list of
things she needed to get in. Then she unconsciously tried to adjust her body
position and was brought sharply back to her predicament.
Shit!

She wanted to fuck. She tried to figure out how to get enough movement
going to grind against the butt plug, desperate to feel something against her
pussy, fucking her. 
Stop it!

Come on Danny, hurry home and fuck my brains out!

She was startled for a moment when her mobile ‘phone started to ring
somewhere in the room.
Damn! Who could that be? Well you’ll just have to
wait! I’m kind of tied up at the moment
. She chuckled to herself. It cut
off but then rang again a few moments later before falling silent once more.
Now,
where was I?
She clenched her muscles around the shaft of the butt plug and
gargled
a desperate groan of aching desire and
frustration. Her clitoris
throbbed
more strongly now,
feeling engorged as if reaching out seeking something to satisfy it. She felt
her own juices dribble out of her vagina.   

Then the house phone rang. She lay on the floor for some seconds
listening to it
ring
until the answer phone cut in.

“Michelle, it’s me Danny. I tried your
mobile,
God knows why because you can’t......listen, I’m hoping you can hear this. The
car broke down. I’m waiting for the recovery service but I’m
gonna
be delayed. Shit I’m sorry babe. I’ll get home just
as soon as I can. Christ, I hope you can hear this.”

You stupid prick!
Michelle screamed behind her gag. She was
overcome by a sudden panic but then managed to calm herself.
Ok. You are
stuck like this now.
Calm down. He’ll be home as soon as he can. What
are you going to do? There’s nothing you can do. Just get on and enjoy
yourself.
She managed to laugh
. The stupid prick! That bloody car! Well
this is one scenario you’re not going to be sharing at the next
girls
night out!

The tension that gripped her eased away and she was once more aware of
her state of arousal.
Damn! Now you’re just going to have to do it yourself.
Or wait; wait for him to come home. I’ll be gagging for it by then. Oh, shit!
That plug feels so good. Fuck I’m horny!
But how long?
How long will he be? Maybe I should try and get free?

She pulled against the ropes, testing them trying to see if she really
made an effort whether she could get free.
Nothing.
There was no give at all. The furniture the ropes were anchored too didn’t even
move a millimetre.
Nothing doing here girl.
But
she did feel her body reacting again, through the exertion, to the butt plug.
Several minutes passed, she couldn’t judge how many, but she was alive to the
sensation of being bound and helpless.
Oh, fuck!
She felt her insides
ripple with the pleasure.
Truly helpless this time.
And fucking horny!
She struggled again to keep herself from the brink.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a noise. A chill breeze swept across
her body once more and she let out a sigh of relief. It was the front door
opening - Danny was home. 

“
Gnnnnnyyyy
!” she tried to call out to him.
That
fucking breeze on my cunt just set me on fire!!!!
She wanted to scream at
him.
“
Gnnnnyyyy
!”
Come on
you bastard, come and fuck me
!

“Hello?”

The sound of the voice went through her like a cold knife. It wasn’t
Danny. Then she realised that she hadn’t heard the car on the drive.  Or
any sound of someone dropping Danny off. Realisation hit her with a burst of
heart pounding panic.

Alan! Shit, it’s Alan! The fucking postman! Danny you stupid
bastard! You didn’t drop the latch on the door lock! Oh, fucking shit!

“Hello?” the voice came again. She heard footsteps shuffle towards the
lounge door. She struggled desperately against her bindings, almost in a blind
panic now. Then realised she was squealing loudly. The sound was attracting him
towards the room.  Unable to see, she held her head rigid as she
concentrated her hearing in the direction of the shuffling sound.

“Hello?” Alan spoke again. The shuffling stopped.
“Oh,
gosh!”
She heard him gasp.

For several moments there was no sound at all. Even her breathing had
stopped. “Oh, gosh!” she heard him say again. She listened to his feet shuffle
across the room and tried to picture where he was from the sounds. Right
between her legs she estimated. The dirty bastard was right between her legs.
She swallowed hard.
Right between my legs, strung wide apart, my dripping
cunt spread wide open,
a butt plug
up my
arse.......and Fuck Me written in red lipstick across my belly. Oh, shit!

She heard him cough, clearing his throat. He shuffled some more. Then
she felt a pull on one of the ropes, inquisitive, as he tested it.

“
Ggggggaaaahhh
!” she tried to scare him away.
There was nothing though that she could do.
Nothing to hide
herself away from this shame.

She felt a hand touch her shin. She squealed and the hand withdrew
sharply. For a few seconds nothing more happened but then the hand touched her
on the thigh. She squealed again but this time it remained. The hand gently
caressed along the top of her thigh for a few inches then slowly drifted down
to the soft flesh of her inner thigh.
Oh, fuck!
She felt her pulse
racing.
Oh, fuck! I can’t stop him!
The overpowering desire was to slam
her legs shut but she couldn’t. She sensed him kneeling down between her legs.
She felt his breath and then his lips touch the inside of her thigh as he
gently kissed the soft flesh several times. His hand lifted then and a moment
later touched down on her breast. He squeezed the flesh of her breast between
his fingers and then trapped her nipple between thumb and finger. He pulled on
her nipple hard enough to lift her breast, bordering on the edge of painful but
not hurting her too much, the way Danny sometimes did and which would set her
nipples tingling and eager. Then she felt the tip of a finger touch her belly,
tracing the words written on her flesh. The finger then traced away from the
letters and moved down the shaft of the lipstick arrow, over the mound of her
pubic bone and paused at its tip, at the point where the folds of flesh that
lay so exposed below, began. The other hand moved away from her breast and she
heard his breath catch.  Her body tensed. Her heart seemed to stop in her
chest and for a moment the room was plunged in to deathly silence.