Cute Girls

The Doorway Ch. 02

“This is a revised Part two. I’ve changed the story line slightly and added more elements to it. I’ve also revealed a little more about Catherine and Daniel. Part three will also be redone in the near future.

*Part Two: The Weekend*”

Catherine stood at the doorway, waiting for Daniel to decide what was going to happen next. She stood wearing only her garter, stockings, shoes and cuffs on her ankles and wrists. And her collar, that symbol she hesitated to accept but now yearned to be kept on her neck. The room was large, almost twenty feet deep and a dozen feet wide with a gray lino floor while the walls were covered in a black and white pattern. The ceiling, like the living room was high, reaching ten feet in the above. She focused in the center of the room where a wooden ‘T’ shaped frame stood with metal hooks at the bottom and at the opposite ends of the top. Beside it was a leather padded six foot beam that was suspended from the ceiling by chains in a ‘V’ pattern. At the far end of the room along a wall she saw a metal ‘X’ shaped structure that reached from the floor to the ceiling. She noted there were tables in the room, narrow but obviously long enough to hold a person with the restraints that hung along their sides. From the ceiling she saw there were hung various chains and ropes on pulleys.

“You understand that what you see I may be using on you?”

She swallowed nervously. “Yes.”

“I believe you’ll enjoy the experience but if at anytime you need me stop or let you go say the word red. Understand that is the only word I’ll respond to, that if you say stop or even scream I may well ignore you. Do you understand that?”

“Yes.”

“What is the one word to get me to stop?”

“Red.”

“Good.”

Daniel waited a few seconds more; obviously feeling she had had long enough to understand the room and in an unexpected motion grabbed her hair, holding it tight. Catherine took in a deep breath, whatever he was planning was going to start now.

She felt his other hand grip her wrists and then lift them slightly before he began to march her into the room. Catherine wasn’t planning to resist him but knew even if she was so inclined she was helpless to stop him. He wasn’t hurting her but by lifting her arm and holding her hair tight she felt slightly off balance, unable to do anything but walk where he directed her. She saw where he guided her towards the back of the room, stopping below a set of chains that hung from the ceiling. He released her hair but kept one hand on her arm as he attached a chain to each of her wrist cuffs and then separated the cuffs from each other. She stood and watched him walk to the closest wall and there he used a crank to pull the chains tighter. She felt her arms lift above her head, separated by about four feet, pulling them upward until she barely reached the floor in her shoes. She grunted as the chain gave a final tug.

“Kick off your shoes,” he commanded.

Catherine used one foot and then the other to remove her shoes and now found herself dangling just above the floor. He walked over to her, undid her garter belt and then yanked down on it and her stockings. He pulled them off her legs, ripping the nylons over her ankle cuffs and tossed them to the side, leaving her naked as she swung on her chains. She found his sudden use of force in ripping off her nylons surprising, unlike the methodical manner he used to seduce her. Equally surprising she found herself aroused by his new demeanor. He walked around her, surveying her with hungry eyes. He disappeared behind her and returned to in front of her, brandishing a multi-strand whip.

Catherine wet her lips, her eyes drawn to his hand holding the whip’s wood handle.

“You have been bad in the past.”

She slowly nodded, not sure if to deny that would be punishable by itself.

“Harsh to others in your pursuit of success.”

She remained quiet until he smacked the palm of his other hand with the handle.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“I think you need to be taught a lesson, don’t you?”

He placed a hand on her hip, squeezing the flesh slightly. Catherine found her mouth was open as she took in deep breaths and looked down, not surprised to see her nipples were erect and engorged. She declined to answer, not sure what her answer was supposed to be.

He smiled and then walked behind her.

“I sense you need some discipline, perhaps even that you want some punishment.”

Then suddenly she heard the rush of air and a lick on her bare back. It didn’t really hurt that much, the whip stung a bit, leaving her skin warm and sensitive. She flinched as he worked her back down to her buttocks and then to her thighs. She did wiggle in her chains as she felt the sting, not knowing what else to do. Occasionally she jerked her legs as he hit her ass. She clenched her fists and squeezed her jaw tight, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he was going to win too easily. He then went to her front, lashing lightly at her breasts and stomach. The sting of the whip was leaving mild pink marks, though when the strands touched her nipples she jumped in her restraints. She also lifted her legs when he struck her stomach to to protect her pussy in case an errand strand of the whip hit too low.

Her skin had a warm, tingling feeling to it as he came to a stop and putting down the whip on a nearby table. It wasn’t as painful as she first feared; he hadn’t used too much force on the whip and she pleased she handled the whipping without even crying out. She took deep breaths to calm herself down as he joined her ankle cuffs together and then attached another chain to them. She found her legs being lifted behind her until she was looking at the floor.

He ran his hand over her breasts, pinching her nipples on one breast and then the other. He then traced his hand between her legs.

“You’re wet.”

“So?” she gasped.

“You want relief?”

She nodded.

He inserted one, then two and finally three fingers inside her.

“You want my cock inside you?”

She turned her head to glare at him. Catherine thought he was teasing her; he knew how far she was gone and how she wanted him, desperately wanting his cock but she didn’t feel she had to admit that to him.

“Do you want my cock in your mouth?”

She swallowed, refusing to speak. But her eyes flicked to his crotch involuntarily and she knew he saw where she looked.

He smiled and then held up a red cloth gag.

“This might be all you’re going to get in your mouth tonight.”

He pushed the cloth between her lips. At first she resisted it but he pressed harder until she relented and then secured it with a knot behind her head.

He moved to a table and then returned with two alligator clamps joined by a silver chain. He squeezed first one clamp on her nipple and the other. Catherine wiggled on her chains as each clamp was attached, making a murmuring sound through her gag.

Daniel ran his hand along her body, feeling between her legs again. She heard a humming noise and looked down along her body just in time to see him push a vibrator against her pussy. It was the final straw after being chained up naked, the nipple clamps and the vibrator sent a rush of heat from between her legs. She convulsed on her chains, involuntarily raising and lowering hips in a frantic bid to find relief as he teased her by pulling the vibrator out and then back in. Then he finally stopped as she took deep breaths through her nose, leaving her frustrated.

“There, relax now. I have a call to make.”

He walked out of the room, ignoring her hard stare at his retreating back.

Catherine hung by the chains above the floor. Her arms pulled to her sides and her legs lifted up behind her. She thought she must look like a giant bird as she stared down on the floor with her arms outstretched. She could wiggle in her chains but that was all. The gag frustrated her efforts to speak as she listened to her own hard breathing as she looked around. She thought back at what he had done to her, stripping her, whipping her and then leaving her alone to suffer. She considered that felt she deserved to be punished and when she replayed his treatment of her she became more aroused. She wondered if she was going to climax as she drifted above the floor. She tried to squeeze her thighs together and then relax them but while it felt good in her loins she couldn’t sustain it long enough to bring herself to come. If only he had used the vibrator a bit longer. She waited for his return, knowing she was his captive and he alone would decide if she was going to be satisfied.

She looked at the walls and noticed it wasn’t just a black ink pattern on white. They were images of women in bondage, some of them being disciplined, in silhouette photographs. She studied the images, finding them provocative and feeding her mind with erotic thoughts. She felt frustrated as she hung by the chains, unable to get relief from her vivid thoughts. She tried staring at the floor so she couldn’t see the images of the females in bondage but then the constant pressure of the nipple clamps intruded into her thoughts. There wasn’t any escape from her own aroused thoughts.

He returned just as she was getting tired in her arms. He was barefoot and without a shirt on, wearing only a pair of black pants.

“Are you doing okay?”

She only stared at him, disdaining to try to speak through her gag or move her head.

“I’m going to be gentle with you tonight; tomorrow is another day of course.”

He reached up and removed her nipple clamps. Catherine arched her back at the intense feeling of blood rushing back into her nipples. If it wasn’t for the gag she would have cried out but instead gave out a low moan.

“I’ve decided to let you down now.”

He went to her ankles and undid the chain from the cuffs, holding her knees to slow down her descent to the floor as her feet swung down. Then he removed her gag.

“Do you need a rest or a drink of water?”

“Water please.”

He nodded and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a glass of water. He released her wrist cuffs so she could drink and as she gulped down her water she watched him carefully, hoping to have a clue what he was planning next.

“Perhaps you would like to rest now. The first session can be quite taxing.”

Catherine looked at him, not sure if he was being serious. She didn’t want him to stop; she was feeling too aroused now. She wanted him to use the other restraint devices on her, show her he was in complete control of her. She thought ‘I’m naked with cuffs on my wrists and ankles and you want me to rest? If I want to rest I’ll let you know.’ Then aloud “Don’t you want to use those other things on me?” She looked around the room quickly, her hair sweeping the air behind her. “I’m not tired and can take a lot more than you give me credit for.”

Daniel stared at her, not speaking but merely raising an eyebrow.

“I mean it. Like you seem to have taken me halfway, got me hornier than hell and then told me we should stop. I’m ready for anything but rest.”

He put his hand on the back of her neck as he faced her, squeezing slightly as he pulled her face towards his. “Then,” he whispered “you shall get what you wished for.”

Daniel stepped behind her, cuffing her wrists together. He then led her by her elbow to the corner of the room near where a table sat holding ropes and leather straps. A rope dangled from ceiling just above her head. He took one of the leather straps from the table and wrapped it around her elbows, drawing them closer together until she grunted when her shoulders pulled back. He rubbed her breasts that stood out even more with her shoulders twisted back.

Catherine moaned as his fingers pressed her nipples. “Oh, please. Don’t just tease me.” She spoke under her breath, not sure if he heard her.

He returned to the table and held up a black bar with a clip on each end. “Let’s get you in a better position.” He dropped to his knees and then attached one of the pole clips to her ankle cuff. “Spread your legs.”

She slid her feet apart to accommodate the length of the pole.

“Wider” Daniel touched a button on the pole and lengthen it. He waited until Catherine moved her legs wider apart and then attached the far end of the pole to her other ankle cuff.

Catherine watched him get up and walk back to the table, focusing on the muscles on his back, She could see the ripples on his skin at his shoulders and neck as the muscles moved underneath. He turned and noticed her eyes staring at him but not at his face. He seemed to find her gaze disconcerting and hesitated a moment before continuing to walk behind her. She felt his hands on her wrists cuffs and then a tug at her wrists as the rope lifted them. She bent over to relieve the pressure on her arms.

“I rather like this position for you.” He walked around her, his hand sliding up from her ass to her neck and back down again. “Makes you a rather vulnerable.”

“You think? Does that mean you’re finally going to take advantage of me? Or are you still teasing me?”

He lightly smacked her on her ass. “You have a lot to say for someone who is in such a position and is suppose to be a sub.”

“I guess I’m not your average sub.”

“Or maybe I just have to assert my authority more.” He walked behind her, massaging and then squeezing her cheeks with his hands.

“Ohh.” Catherine found she was breathing from her mouth, though whether it was from being bent over or being aroused she wasn’t sure. “Does that authority include your cock in me?”

“You do push the limits of my tolerance.” His voice still sounded confident but she heard a hint of amusement coming out.

She heard a noise behind her and looked behind her legs by bending a bit more at her back. She saw his pants lying on the floor and then his bare legs.

Daniel walked to the front of her, his erection bobbing as he stopped by her head. “So you want my cock do you?” He stepped closer so the head of his cock was by her forehead.

Catherine lifted her head, her mouth open as she licked her lips. She reached towards him and just was able to take his cock into her mouth, closing her lips around the head and then tried to lower herself on him.

He waited for a few seconds and then moved closer so she take most of the shaft. Catherine began to move her head up and down on him and use her tongue on his cock. She felt could she could notice a change in his cock, as if it was getting even larger when he pulled away.

She gasped. “Oh you…you’re teasing me!” She watched him turn to walk behind her as he held his cock in his hand. It looked more like he was trying to stop it from bouncing around rather then to increase his sexual pleasure.

“And is that wrong?”

She was thinking about making a remark back when she felt his cock press against her pussy from behind her, just barely entering between the lips. She held her breath, waiting for him to enter her deeply. Instead he held himself there just at the point of penetration waiting what seemed to her forever. Then he slowly moved deeper inside her, his hands squeezing her breasts and her nipples causing Catherine to moan. Then he slowly withdrew, stopping again just as the head of his cock sat at the edge of her clit. Then he slowly and deliberately entered her again pushing as deep as he could and then stopped. He kissed her back and then whispered to her.

“I have you now. I will decide when you come.”

“Please, I need to come. Please.”

“I’m sure you do. All in good time.”

She felt him slowly withdraw from her, exiting completely that increased her frustration from not being finished. She declined to speak and ask for him to take her; that only would likely result in him extend the agony of the wait.

Catherine suddenly received several more smacks on her ass that made her grunt out in surprise. The sharpness of the spanking climbed her higher towards a climax and she felt her wetness trickle down her leg. He pressed his cock between her cheeks and she wondered if he was going to give her anal sex when he suddenly dropped lower and pushed back inside her pussy.

It wasn’t slow this time but a hard, pounding attack inside her. Catherine knew she was crying out as the organism hit in wave after wave. Each time he pulled out near the edge of her lips only to thrust back inside.

When it was over she felt weak at her knees, the rope from the ceiling supporting her at the wrists.

“Oh God, oh my God. I never…” Her voice trailed off. She wasn’t sure if she was addressing him or just talking to herself. But she was done in completely, completely exhausted by his exertions inside her.

A minute later he was removing the pole separating her ankles, breathing hard himself. Then he undid the rope to her wrists and removed the strap that held her elbows together and tossed it back on the table. He began to undo the clip that held her wrists together but she abruptly turned around.

“Ow.”

He looked down at her in concern. “What’s the matter?”

She grimaced. “I was going to kiss you but I suddenly got a sharp pain in my left thigh. It must have come from my legs being spread with the muscles tensed during that last minute.”

“Are you okay now? I’ll undo your cuffs.”

“No, wait.” She leaned towards him, her lips parted.

He kissed her, holding her in his arms.

It was exactly as Catherine had envisioned it just moments before. His arms encircled around her own restrained arms, holding her closely to him. She couldn’t have resisted him even if she was inclined as their lips locked together and his tongue probed her mouth. As they kissed she pulled against her cuffs, enjoying the sensation of the restriction on her wrists. When they finally broke away from the kiss she leaned into him, tasting his skin as she kissed his chest. Then she rested her head on him and sighed in contentment.

She felt his fingers trace out patterns on her back and became aware of his cock press against her stomach as it began to swell. His body shifted and then his erection was suddenly between their bodies making her wonder if he was getting ready to have sex again already. She gave a sound of approval as she breathed warm air onto his chest.

“Perhaps I’ll take you to bed now.”

He led her by her arm out of the room and up a set of stairs to a large bedroom. The room was done in dark colours lit by a small corner table lamp. Daniel pulled the navy blue sheets back and she slipped on top of the bed.

“I wonder if you going to stay put in my bed or if I should secure you?”

Catherine rolled on her back, her hands still locked behind her. “I think you should do whatever you think is necessary to keep me.”

He smiled and latched the ankle cuffs together, then pulled her on her shoulder to cause her to roll on her stomach. She twisted her head back to watch him run a rope from her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs and finally secure the loose end to the end of the bed.

“Does that make me a prisoner of love now?” She rolled over on her back and stared at him.

He chuckled. “Definitely my prisoner.” He got into the bed and kissed her on her lips, pressing her head down on the pillow.

“Hmm.” She smiled at him when he finally lifted his head again. “That was some kiss. What else are you going to do to this helpless female?”

He bent down, sucking her nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it. Then he did the same to the other one, bringing forth a soft moan from her. He kissed her breasts and then slowly made his way up to her neck. Catherine closed her eyes feeling his kisses travel up to her ear.

She gasped out as she pulled against her restraints, enjoying the sensation of their resistance to her movements.

He became more aggressive towards her, nibbling at her ear and then dropping down to her lower ribs where he ran his tongue down to her pussy. He probed between her lips with his tongue as his hand massaged her breasts.

Watching his friend fuck that tight ass had already brought him to a fever pitch of arousal. Grunting under his breath, he watched avidly as he fucked that sweet mouth, feeling his sperm boiling in his balls, which tightened now and pulled up into his groin. Then sighing, he shoved his prick in as deep as he could, feeling the red tip tickle the back of her throat and ensuring that its whole length was buried in that hot mouth, felt a delirious pleasure as his prick began to pulsate, sending long streams of cum straight down the back of her throat.

Holding her head tight against his groin, he emptied his prick.

D. watched the long slender column of S.’s throat contract and expand as she frantically tired to swallow the hot sperm which was now being pumped down her throat. Coughing slightly, breathing hard through her nose, she gulped, her hands spasming as locked behind her, they sought to grasp the hips which even now pumped its load in her mouth.

Although tightly plugged by the prick, from the corners of S.’s small mouth a thin stream of pale sperm suddenly spurted, one trailing a glistening rivulet down her chin, the other actually striking the man’s groin.

Laughing, the man pulled his still jerking prick from the warm prison of the sub’s mouth, the crimson tip dribbling. A young slave next to him dropped to her knees and cleaned him thoroughly with her own sweet mouth, ensuring to lick the blob of sperm which stained his hip.

“Look at that.” he said, indicating the spot. “She’ll have to be punished for that.”

Reaching, he went to grasp the end of the lead still held in Lydia’s hand.

D. stopped him.

“Just a minute – you can have her in a second.”

D. walked to where S. still knelt, tears tracking a silver trail down the pale cheeks. Reaching behind, he undid the fastenings holding the blindfold tight.

S. blinked, her eyes blind in the sudden light, their deep limped depths awash in tears, giving them an otherworldly radiance that caused some of the spectators to gasp with admiration. As if by instinct, still somewhat blinded she turned her gaze to D.

Green eyes met green eyes in a moment that for that second shut out the room around them.

D.’s, grass green and sharp captured and tangled with the paler green gaze of his love, entangling, enchanting and enthralling all over again her bruised heart.

In his gaze he tried to convey his pride, his happiness with her submission and obedience, his absolute delight in her. She, heart beating wildly as she met her beloved’s gaze, poured her soul out in a soft radiant acceptance of her fate which she handed to him, freely, joyfully and without limitation.

Smiling, D. leaned closer and brushed his lips gossamer soft over the sperm daubed lips of his love.

Without saying a word, the two understood each other. Leaning close, D. whispered in the sweet ear, murmurings of love, of pride, of happiness and told her quietly, he would be with her later.

Meeting his eyes once again, her heart slowing yet her soul soaring, S. gave her gentle smile and felt in herself an acceptance which to this point had been grudging, almost forced. She realized that while she had allowed her body to be used, her mind to be manipulated, her soul had been kept sacrosanct and apart. With that wild green gaze, she gave that too to her love and bowing her head accepted her fate.

She felt a jerk at her neck, and struggling to retain her dignity, managed to gracefully find her feet. Obediently she followed the tug of the leash.

“You know there has always been something I wanted to try with you.” He confessed. He grasped a tiny silver object. She laughed out loud as she saw him turn on the instrument. Water started to spurt out of it.

“And what do you plan to do with that?” she asked. He came closer and spread her legs with his hands. Than he slid the instrument inside her pussy as she squealed. Cold water shot in her cunt as she spread her legs wider, enjoying the sensation. He started to fuck her with it, letting the water splash in and out of her. She started to buck her hips against the sensation.

“Does that feel good?” he asked her. She nodded her head, unable to speak. He forced the instrument out of her pussy and pulled himself up on the dentist chair. “I can’t take this anymore. I have to feel myself inside you!” He rammed his hard cock deep inside her pussy as she arched her back and moaned loudly.

“Oh Dr. Sanders!” she cried out. She scraped her long nails up and down his sweat back as he started to ride her. Faster and faster he let his cock work in and out of her. Her pussy began to clamp tightly onto his cock. He never imagined fucking her would feel this good. Her pussy was so soft and wet it made him cry out. He pressed his body into hers and pounded his cock inside her with so much pressure it made her body jump and quiver. Her tits slapped against his firm chest as they rode each other with such passion. He felt his tip start to throb as he fucked her harder with every stroke. Then with one more thrust his cock exploded and his fuck juice filled her tight cunt. He felt her cum drip down his cock as he released himself from her and collapsed on top of her sweaty naked body. They both caught there breathes after what seemed like hours.

“Well, I certainly didn’t think this would happen,” laughed Dr. Sanders. He turned to look in Amber’s eyes as she smiled deviously.

“Be careful what you wish for, Dr. Sanders. You just might get it”

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