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Please come back soon.What was she even doing? Who was she talking to? Monique couldn’t believe that Helen would schedule at-home meetings on a day they planned to spend together. Was it her intention to tie Monique up and draw things out like this? Did Helen know, from the moment she picked her up the day before, that she would do this to her?
Was she downstairs talking to a business associate while thinking of her? Was she practicing her method of mind over matter? Her body yearning to get to bed, but her mind telling her to hold off a while longer?I don’t know anything about her.Her previous partners… Monique knew how they would react. Maybe they were taking things too quickly.
Stop. No. Don’t!She had to stop moving. No matter how cramped she got, Monique had to realize that moving around and shifting this or that part would end in her betraying Helen’s orders. The more she became aware of the plug inside her, the more it hurt, stretching her enough to ensure she felt it.
It was harder to fight off pleasure. If Helen hadn’t explicitly told her not to climax even once, then Monique would havegiven in to it. She was denied the day before, and now she was so wound up that tears of frustration fell.I’m just one woman.This Domme is torturing me. A long time since she was able to think that in such a positive way.
Just when she thought she wouldn’t fight her desires any longer, the bedroom door clicked open. Familiar heels stepped into the bedroom.
“There she is.” Helen’s voice was heavy, commanding. “Just like I left her a while ago. How are you feeling?”
That was a trick question. Monique remembered that she wasn’t supposed to say anything, and she didn’t believe for a second that Helen had forgotten. She was testing her. Again.
“Your silence must mean you’re holding out. I admit, I’m rather disappointed.” The bed turned downward as Helen’s weight sat upon it. Soon, her firm hand was on Monique’s knee, curling around it and advancing toward spread thighs. “I was looking forward to punishing you. Guess I’ll have to up the stakes even more.”
Helen stood, her steps carrying her to another part of the room Monique couldn’t see.Up the stakes?What else could Helen do to her? Start using the flogger or whip? That was sure to make Monique come at this point… was that what Helen wanted? Should Monique give in and hope for the best?
She gasped when a cold clamp pinched her nipple.Oh, no.Monique bit back the words threatening to stumble past her lips.
“You’re tougher than I ever took you for.” Helen clamped the other nipple, sending Monique into a stratosphere of bitter frustration. Helen knelt next to her and murmured right into her ear, “Most women would have folded by now.”
I’m not most women.Didn’t Helen know that by now? Monique came from a past built almost entirely on submitting in the bedroom. This wasn’t how she always did it, but Helenwas kidding herself if she thought Monique didn’t have lots of practice in holding her own pleasure.
“Excuse me, my sweet doll.” Helen’s hand grazed Monique’s stomach, one finger dipping into her navel and threatening to touch her mound below. “I’ve got one more thing to tend to before taking my pleasure with you. I won’t be long. And neither will you be long for this carnal coil, I see.” She tipped her finger against Monique’s chin. “Hold back a few more minutes. Remember… not a word until I tell you otherwise.”
Monique didn’t dare nod. She had the power to say her safe word if necessary, and that was enough.
The door opened and closed again. What in the world was she doing? Was this a part of her game with her? Not that Monique didn’t like it. But obsessing over Helen’s true motives gave her a distraction from the plug in her ass and the clamps on her nipples. Every time she allowed herself the luxury of thinking about those, she had to fight off an orgasm biting at her toes and squirming inside her stomach. Whenever she moved, she became wetter between the legs until she moaned from the effort it took to deny herself yet again.
What a sight she must be. A small woman dressed in brand new lingerie and tied up like this in a rich Domme’s bed. For all Monique knew, a door had been left open for the staff to glance in and see.Wouldn’t that be something…Monique shuddered. She liked some sexual humiliation. Throw in some exhibitionism and she might have the time of her life. The only thing better than pleasing her Mistress was letting the whole world watch her do it. In another life, Monique would make her fortune catching it all on tape.
I’m her doll.Monique’s legs hurt and her arms cramped from being held together so long.Dolls don’t feel anything. They don’t have any needs. Monique pulled herself into the back of her mind, imagining what it would be like to actually be adoll. Not just any doll. A woman’s plaything – her vessel of pleasure. A life-sized doll that didn’t come cheap. No… only the richest, most affluent woman could buy a specimen like her. Helen had tied Monique up according to how she wanted to see her. Monique was her plaything, with careful attention paid to her erogenous zones… not necessarily to please her, but to give Helen something to admire the next time she walked through that door.
Monique had to think lifeless. She had to think quiet. She had to thinkhers.
When she released the trappings pinning her to worldly pleasures, Monique turned off the torture warring in her body. Helen would return soon enough. And when she did? Monique would be ready for her. Whatever Helen wanted, she would deliver. After all, Monique was a doll, and all she cared about was being played with.
Just as she achieved this kind of nirvana, the door quietly opened and closed a final time.
Helen did not immediately come to her. She took her time meandering around the room, having a drink of this and clinking that into a glass tray. Monique heard all these details. She even heard the heavy breaths coming out of Helen’s nose, and the unbuttoning of her blouse before it fell to the floor. What puzzled Monique the most, however, was the feeling of Helen’s knee resting on the bed followed by the welcomed sound of her other clothes coming off. Then? Nothing.
Nothing aside from some breaths and the occasional grunt slipping out of Helen’s throat.
Is she touching herself to the sight of me?Monique wished she could see Helen with her hand all over her body, taunting herself like she tortured Monique with the plug, the clamps, and the thighs forced apart for all the world to see. If the woman were feeling ostensibly cruel, she would bring herself to orgasm longbefore Monique was touched again. Yet Monique never heard the hurried breaths of a woman on the brink. All she could hear now was the beating of her own heart.Breathe, idiot.
Helen bent down, groping both of Monique’s breasts. Her threatening weight almost made good on a promise to crush Monique, who waited for a kiss. One never came. Why would it? She was a doll, and a woman like this would not kiss her.
Nevertheless, she almost spoke when her hips were lifted into the air. It was only then that Monique realized that Helen’s sojourn around her bedroom had accumulated more than drinks and disrobing. She had adorned herself with an implement that immediately piqued Monique’s damnable interest.Please, for the love of all that’s courteous, let that be a strap-on.When was the last time a woman made furious love to her with the help of something they both enjoyed so immensely? Besides, Monique was already tied up and blindfolded. Her nipples ached from the clamps pinching them. But nothing compared to the promise of what hung from Helen’s hips.
Monique barely had time to collect what was left of her bearings before Helen Warner dove into the desperate depths that had awaited her all day.
Relief claimed Monique. After who knew how long of sitting, waiting, and wishing to feel like this again, Monique finally got her reward. Helen held still, letting Monique adjust to the sensations erupting within her before gently joining their movements. Monique kept her lips sealed shut and her throat quiet. Well, the latter was easier said than done. Countless groans bubbled in there, and every time Helen smoothly pulled out and pushed herself back into Monique, she nearly wept.
Didn’t it feel so good? Especially when Helen pushed her hips into the bed and drove into her again, pushing Monique to her limit but meeting no resistance? Let alone after a morning ofMonique touching herself, experiencing the plug inside of her, and having those clamps constantly stimulate her nipples…
It was sensory overload. Helen held Monique’s hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other, keeping her still and steady as she thrust into Monique over and over, breath ragged and her motions more erratic. The woman was mad with sexual power but kept her thrusts even – long, purposeful, and deep enough to drive Monique crazy, too. Yet she still did not speak and channeled her groans toward the place on the receiving end of Helen’s pursuit for pleasure.
Helen didn’t say a word to her, not that she had to. Her hand slipped from Monique’s shoulder and to her breast, tugging on the clamp before smacking her flesh. Monique lifted her hips involuntarily. Helen alleviated the pressure within Monique as much as Heaven allowed.
