Elizabeth's Bondage Boxed Set

  He laughed and squeezed her shoulders. With a sensual touch, the fingers of both of his hands caressed her neck and collarbone. "I planned to deny you orgasm, to make you so frenzied that you would be willing to have sex, any sex, even in the ass. For I could make you so frantic that you would beg, mon cher, as you well know. But such a method is unnecessary, for you are such a sweet horny slut."

  "Sir!" Elizabeth said. She was going to protest further, but the way Sir said slut always seemed to melt her inside. The word on his lips was so endearing and affectionate, not to mention that accent of his.

  He rose up and stood before her. "But you said so yourself! You said, 'I'm such a slut,' no? I only agree with you. Me, I do not wish to contradict such lady desirable. Mon cher, my cock is hard, and I want to use your mouth. You shall suck me to completion and this time I think I shall spend my seed on your face and breasts. Stand up," he pulled her to her feet. "I will let you undress me. Do you still wish to touch me, Elizabeth? To see and feel my body as I have seen and felt yours?"

  Elizabeth's mind reeled. He went too fast for her, but she managed to find an answer to his last question. Did she want to touch him? Absolutely. "Yes, Sir," she said.

  He uncuffed her, and for the first time, while in his presence, she was free of all restraint. Somehow it made her nervous.

  Watching her, Sir undid the top button of his shirt, worked his tie free, and threw it on the table. "It feels wrong to be unrestrained, yes? For me also, it looks wrong. Take my clothes off, I will let you look and touch your fill. You may explore my body as I have explored your oh so feminine flesh, Elizabeth. Then I shall bind you with my necktie afterwards."

  With a deep breath, taking in the scent of him and his sexy cologne, Elizabeth moved to his buttons, carefully unfastening them, running her hands up across the fine crisp hair on his chest. The man was warm and solid beneath her. Elizabeth found herself making an unintentional little noise from the back of her throat, an ummm of pleasure.

  She examined his face then, touching it. He was smooth shaven, and she noticed a small dimple in the middle of his chin. The jaw was strong and determined – no surprise there. It had been childhood acne that had made the pock marks, she felt certain of that, but it definitely didn't detract. Ordinary, she would say his face wasn't remarkable in any way, except for the implacable determined look in his currently smoldering dark eyes. But when he smiled, man oh man, he was really something then. And when he gave her a direct order she felt it from the top of her head right down to her toes.

  Sir remained still while she removed his business suit jacket and hooked it on a chair. Sir's hands, resting at his sides, caught her attention. They were large and warm, and well manicured with his nails trimmed short. She stroked and examined his fingers, aware of how much pleasure they had wrought. She kissed each palm and released them. Sir moved against her then, fast as a leopard. With one large hand at the nape of her neck, the other on her cheek and jaw, he pulled her to him and gave her a penetrating kiss. When he pressed his hard body against her, including his rigid cock, her legs turned to liquid. "Ahhhh," she murmured against his demanding lips.

  Pulling away, he smiled down at her. "Excusez-moi, mon cher. The impulse to kiss you was irresistible."

  That was alright by Elizabeth. She had found the impulse to kiss him irresistible, too.

  10. Undressing Sir

  Her laugh was a little breathless. After removing his cuff links, she pulled each sleeve and removed his shirt, trailing her hand over him, moving to his back. His shoulders were broad and she traced his skin, feeling his strength and lean muscle. "Do you play sport?"

  "Football. It is named soccer to Americans."

  "But why are you so built?" She asked.

  He laughed. "Personal trainer. Why is the big man so big? Does your husband Mark train?"

  Elizabeth snorted. "He doesn't lift weights if that is what you mean. He plays any sport, every sport, tennis, racket ball, gridiron – everything. He also likes boxing – you may want to keep that in mind. Mark isn't happy unless he is doing something physical. It's all that energy, I guess. If he doesn't use his body hard I think he'd explode." Unbuckling his belt, she drew it out of the belt loops with one long pull, dropping it to the floor. Sir's eyes remained hot upon her, keenly watching her every move.

  "Does this include sex?"

  Elizabeth frowned. "Not as much anymore."

  "Do you think he loses interest?"

  She bit her lip. "I don't know. I certainly have lost interest. I think he knows it, and doesn't push me."

  André took each of her wrists and twisted them roughly behind her back in one sharp, fast move, stepping in close to her, trapping her with his body. His actions were savage in their intensity, and his indomitable cock pressed hard against her. Elizabeth gasped and her knees almost gave way. Instantly aroused, a burning fire began in her core, spreading outward.

  "Mark should be more demanding, yes?" he whispered seductively behind her ear.

  "Oh God, yes!"

  Sir laughed and let her go. "Fear not, mon cher, together we shall teach him. I flatter myself that I am making progress with the big brute."

  "Sir, can I ask you something? Something I've been afraid to ask?"

  "You may ask me anything. I may not tell you…but I will if I can."

  "Sir," she looked away from his penetrating gaze, "you haven't been having sex with Mark have you? Something you said, well…I just wondered."

  "No, Elizabeth, no j'assure," he said. "I have punished him for not cooperating, but I no longer do this. He is a stubborn man, and yet I cannot compel him. He is more stubborn even than you, Elizabeth."

  "Will I see him today?"

  "Most certainly. Now finish undressing me. I want to fuck your mouth."

  This sudden authoritative demand set every nerve alight. Elizabeth had enjoyed sucking Sir off so much the first time she was looking forward to going down on him again. For fun she moved sensually, swaying and swinging her hips as she walked, intentionally attempting to allure him, enjoying the way she looked in her tight corset and stockings and high heels. His bark of appreciative laughter thrilled her. Elizabeth was teasing him, yet his eyes burned with lust. His heated desire for her was empowering – it gave some sort of primitive, feminine satisfaction.

  Bending gracefully onto her knees she pulled off each shoe, including the socks. He had long, narrow feet, slightly sprinkled with hair and she wanted to kiss them, but determinedly withheld that urge. While still on her knees she pulled down his zip, then with firm resolve she met his penetrating gaze. The man always wanted her to look into his eyes. Well, he was holding still for her this time, and she was in control. It took audacity to appear calm as she casually pulled his boxer shorts and pants down at the same time.

  Sir remained perfectly motionless, although his jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. Elizabeth's thighs were slick with arousal as she stared at his large jutting cock. She ran her hands up his powerful legs, admiring the shape of him, and then caressed the most male part of him. Sir didn't move, keeping his promise to let her touch him as she wished. She held his warm sac with one hand, fondling each testicle, then softly ran the other hand up the shaft. So soft yet so hard, she thought in wonder. And so beautiful. Unable to stop herself she gave the head of his cock a delicate lick, and then taking just the tip and head in her mouth, she sucked. He caught his breath and she had the joy of finding both his body and his shaft stiffen under her lips and hands.

  "So beautiful," she said. Like Mark, Sir was also so male. Being near him made her feel vulnerable, yet somehow powerful, too. He wanted her. Badly. Inexplicably shy, she looked up at him. "Do you mind turning around?" she almost whispered. He gave a low chuckle and did so. "Jesus," she said, running her hands over his hard buttocks ripped abs and flat stomach. "Even your backside is a work of art. You're beautiful, Sir. You're seriously hot, pretty well everywhere, as far as I can tell."

  André turned and pulled her up
into his arms, tilting her backwards in a crushing embrace, combined with a bruising, open mouthed kiss. The combination made her head spin and her womb tighten with need, and perforce her asshole clenched too, constricting on that large plug. Elizabeth gave a low, husky moan as he thrust his tongue inside and dominated her with his strength, his mouth and teeth. One hand moved down to grip one of her breasts and she made a strange sound, a cross between an 'umm' and an 'ah.'

  He pulled away then, raising her back up to stand straight before him. Looking down, he stared at her with a possessive, lustful gaze. Elizabeth wanted to flinch and look away from his fierce, stern expression, but found she was unable to do so.

  "Put your arms behind you," he growled.

  Elizabeth did and André grabbed his necktie and with savage intensity wound it around her wrists, binding them together behind her back. She took a deep breath, tremendously aroused by his rough, demanding treatment.

  With her hands bound behind her back, Elizabeth regained her equilibrium. Sir was fully in control of her once more. I'm bound and captive, she thought. But why the hell does that make me feel more comfortable?

  11. André's Trick With Mirrors

  A true submissive, this one, André Chevalier thought. She embraces bondage and desires to give away sexual control. He studied her expressive eyes, seeing only the desire to please him and the need to serve him within her open regard. Such a treasure. J'adore cette petite femme. The husband, Mark, is a lucky man.

  Standing in front of his captive, less than a foot apart, he gazed at the lovely expanse of her décolletage. Elizabeth's breasts were rising and falling erotically with each short panting breath. Her large tits were thrust forward by the shape and fit of the corset and by having her hands bound tight behind her back with his necktie.

  Women had loose tongues after orgasm, due to the release of the hormone oxytocin and Elizabeth was no exception. André recalled her sitting at his feet. It seemed so natural for her to be there. When he asked her how she felt, completely against her will she had innocently spoken the truth as only a submissive would know it, 'I feel safe, comfortable and happy.'

  A wave of intense sexual hunger flowed through him and he felt his cock thicken. Merde! Such complete submission provokes me.

  "The rules, they return, mon cher," he said with a growl. Do not speak without permission. Come with me." He took her by the arm, and guided her over to one of the wall to ceiling mirrors, standing her in front of it. "Stay right here," he said.

  Then he searched and found the nipple clamps in the pocket of his trousers, and while he did Elizabeth's gaze never left him. It was as if he was the only thing in her universe. André felt the compliant yet sexually aroused heat of her gaze and was thrilled by it. As a Dom there was nothing more satisfying than having the full attention of an eager submissive. Finally he picked up the pillow, walked over and put it down in front of her. A large ottoman was just behind him, something to sit down on when he finished.

  André looked at her image, as they both stood side on in front of the mirror, and smiled. He wanted to watch his cock thrust in and out of her mouth, and now he could. Satisfied all was prepared, he looked down at Elizabeth, la femme idéale. The woman was quivering from a combination of apprehension and sexual excitement. His jaw tightened and his lips compressed as his natural instinct to dominate her took over.

  With proprietary self-assurance and without speaking one word, he folded down the cups of her lovely red corset. This particular style of garment made it easy to bend over and thus fully expose her to him. The woman's large breasts were flushed and swollen, and as he had expected her nipples were hard. She had such soft, pale, feminine flesh. André gave her a tight smile.

  "Look at me and remain still," he said.

  He stared down at her, and watched her gasp and her eyes darken further as he clipped the first unforgiving clamp on her nipple. The next nipple clamp caused a flinch, but breathless and aroused she managed to remain motionless as he had ordered. Slipping one hand down under her G string he dipped one finger into her dripping sheath, enjoying the abundant flood of her honey, and the thick, heavy feminine scent of her.

  "You are soaking wet, my little slut, aren’t you?"

  Elizabeth shivered and nodded. "Yes, Sir," she whispered.

  He thrust two fingers deep inside her then, hard and demanding and Elizabeth's breath caught and she swayed slightly. Dripping and slick he pulled his wet fingers out and traced her labia and circled her engorged clitoral nub, pulling the hood back and teasing her. Quivering, Elizabeth moaned and moved toward him.

  "Non. I told you to be still," he reproved.

  "Sorry, Sir."

  André saw her eyes widen, with a satisfyingly desperate look to them. "Mon cher," he reminded her. "You are not to come until I say, vous comprenez? For the next time I allow you to climax I will be deep in your ass." To André's delight, Elizabeth's face blushed, and the red spread right down across her neckline and down to her pale breasts.

  "Yes, Sir," she said.

  "On your knees, Elizabeth," he said with a peremptory demand. As she had her arms tied behind her back, he helped her move down to where he had placed a pillow for her comfort. She ended up at the perfect angle to take his engorged, jutting cock. He grazed his knuckles down her cheek in the way that he knew both calmed and excited her. "You are a good girl. I know you will please me."

  "Yes, Sir," she said.

  André held his balls at the base of his shaft and was stroking his cock. Pre-cum had already gathered in the slit. "Do not move, Elizabeth," he said in a firm voice. "Lick your lips. I want you wet for me."

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Elizabeth, you masturbated and climaxed, did you not?"

  "Yes, Sir," she said.

  Elizabeth's eyes were focused on his now massive erection, and André was amused. "Now it is my turn, but it pleases me to use your mouth," he said. The woman's eyes, filled with lust, remained on his thick swollen cock, while he pumped it in front of her face. Smiling, he caressed her cheek with his other hand. "You may suck and lick as you like or as I command, but I will move your head and will fuck you exactly as I wish. It is a little like masturbating, only with the use of your hot wet mouth, no? When you are still, and I move you on to my cock or I thrust it inside you, it pleases me, mon cher. It is as if your body is an object, only there for my pleasure. I can use you as I wish. You have no choice - no say in the matter. I do not know if you understand, but this makes me very hard."

  When she didn't reply, he tapped her chin, taking her by surprise. Elizabeth started, tearing her focus away from his cock and looking up at him, as was his intent. She looked beautiful on her knees in front of him, enthralled by his cock, her ass stuffed wide with a large toy, her breathing ragged, desperate as she was with heated, unfulfilled lust. The clamps that were making her nipples ache and throb, his demands, the sight of his red, engorged shaft, one or all of these things had made her wet and ready for him, André knew.

  "I understand Sir," she said. "Oh God, I don't know why, but I get it."

  "Bon," he said in an unintentionally stern voice. He wanted to smile, or to acknowledge her further but more than this he wanted to take her, to use her, to savagely rut in her mouth until he came. "Now open. I want to put my cock in your mouth."

  "Yes, Sir," she whispered, as though in a place of worship. Elizabeth's moist lips parted, just a crack, exactly as he liked it. André smiled because he liked to stretch her open with his cock. Elizabeth had learned that from when she had been allowed to suck him previously. André slid his cock inside her warm wet mouth and she moaned.

  "Oui, oui," he said. "You like this, yes?" and with her mouth filled with his cock she mumbled an affirmative. He withdrew and pressed his rounded head against her moist lips, rubbing it back and forth, marking her with pre-cum. Again she moaned and her eyes, already heavy-lidded, drifted shut with pleasure. He decided to allow this for now, but he intended to look into those blue orbs as he
climaxed.

  He took his time, jacking off in her mouth, working his way all the way in, watching her swallow his cock deeper and deeper with the use of the mirror. Once his cock was seated well inside and her nose was pressed up against his coarse pubic hair, he grasped her head in his hands as he moved in and out. "Oui, mon cher, suck hard and use the tongue, merde, it is good. Fuck."

  Deep in submission, the woman was his sexual slave right now, and would deny him nothing. He loved the small helpless little sounds she made from deep in her throat. That he had brought her to this point, had mastered her so fully, discovering her sexual needs and desires gave him profound pleasure.

  Tears ran down Elizabeth's cheeks from the effort of taking him. She was moaning in earnest now, humming and drooling, utterly transported just to be sucking him off. André chuckled darkly, but deep in sub-space, Elizabeth remained oblivious. Her audible humming joy was enough to distract him, but not in a bad way. André continued pumping her mouth, watching his actions in the mirror – seeing his cock disappear down her throat as she swallowed him. There was no hurry to release. He loved seeing her on her knees in that tight little red and black corset, thigh high stockings and heels, her nipples clamped, her wrists bound together behind her back, the large anal plug rammed up her ass, her hands in tight little fists. With unflagging zeal Elizabeth worked hard to please him.

  He pulled the nipple chain up, giving it a slight tug, and it put her off her stride. She gazed up at him with dilated pupils and heavy lidded eyes - alert to whatever he wanted. He pulled out of her and said, "Prepare yourself mon cher, for I am going to fuck you hard now, and when I say, you will open wide. Then I will shoot my seed on your face, in your mouth and on your breasts. What do you say?"

  "Oh, thank you, Sir," she said, in a tone of respectful gratitude.

  André barked a delighted, lust-filled laugh in rely. Then he thrust himself back between her swollen, wet lips, and deep into her mouth.