A King and His QueenChapter 19 Gift
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His Gift
By the G-Man
Gabrielle sat before her vanity doing her eye make up. She wore his favoritelike he asked when he e-mailed her earlier in the day.
?I've got something for you. I'll be over tonight. You know what to wear.?
What to wear were stockings, heels, g-string, and bra?all black. It was simple.It was elegant. And he loved to see her in it. Her whitish complexion lookedgood in contrast to the black material. Her proud breasts pushed out the bra(with a lee-tle help from a surgeon) and her nipples were just visible belowthe line of the cup. Her green eyes studied her reflection with relaxed experienceas the eyeliner pencil traced ever so gently along her lower eyelids. She putthe pencil down, studied her eyes, and when satisfied, picked up her makeupbrush. She gave a couple of swipes on each cheek around her pert mouth andthen stared at the image. Then at the brush.
He had used that brush to devastating effect on her on several occasions.Her mind flashed instantly to the first night he had her tied spread eagleto the bed, a blindfold over her eyes, and he almost murdered her with thesoft bristles of that brush. The smooth motions up and down her body. The attentionthat he paid to the inside of her elbows (of all places) was really what gother going. It put her in a place as near to Nirvana as she could think a placeof eternal arousal. He would trace around her breasts and nipples in such aloving and caring manner. He would put his lips to her skin and kiss her gentlyand give her a blast of his hot breath. Once, he had lip-synched to GeorgeMichael's ?Freedom 90? all over her body. The combination of his soft fulllips, gentle touch, warm breath, and deep bass tone sent her mind wanderingfor days. Her hand moved the brush slowly over the soft pink mounds above thebra, almost absentmindedly as she remembered that night. She then thought ofall the other nights (and days and weekends) as well.
He knew. That was the thing. He could read her mind and he knew. He knew howto make her mind work against her and how to make her body ?trip the lightfantastic?. He was both an angel and the devil in one breath. He could giverher everything and take it away with just the movement of his fingertips. Hecould satisfy her or frustrate her. He would take the most pleasure it seemedfrom servicing her. That's not to say she didn't know a trick or two. He hadspent more than one night in total submission to her well-manicured fingernailsand her own devious mind. Some of him was rubbing off on her; there was nodoubt of that. But? he was the best at it. He could play the mind games withthe best of them. And he always won. She drifted back into the here and nowand gave a shiver at the thoughts running through her head, resigning themback to the corners so that she could try to think straight.
Gabrielle looked into the mirror and saw a reflection of her back. That seemeda little strange, considering that she couldn't remember being able to seeher back from the vanity before. It was then that she noticed the three-piecefull-length mirrors against the opposite wall, like the ones in a departmentstore. He must have put them there. She turned her head to examine them further,taking a minute to notice her back. Those thoughts were working their way backagain. She could see what her back had looked like one night. Like a spiderhad spun a web of intricate beauty and strong utility around her body. Herwrists had been secured to the small of her back with a harness wrapped aroundher upper torso of the softest white nylon rope she had ever seen. He neverbelieved in just confinement. It had to be confinement coupled with a pleasingfeeling to the eye and the subject, and flattering for both. It took him anhour to weave that creation onto her curves and she loved every minute of it.He had made several ?runs? between her legs with the white cord, placing alarge knot right where it needed to be. The ?crotch rope? is what he said itwas called. Fuckingtastic was her response. She had struggled, but she didn'twant to be free. She wanted to make sure that she was being kept in her place.
She heard the sound of the front door and knew that he had arrived. She checkedher appearance in the mirror (gorgeous) and sat demurely on the vanity stool,looking at the door for him to walk in. His head poked around the doorjamb,his piercing blue eyes sparkling of fire. She knew what that meant. He wasfeeling exceptionally good and he was in a devious mind again. She loved thatlook in his eye.
?Hello, Beautiful.?
?Hello, Devil.? She made no move to get up. She could see him studying everyinch of her outstanding body, making love to her with his eyes.
?I have something for you.? He had a grin like the cat that ate the canary.
?So you said.? She felt herself getting excited, only because of whose mindhad come up with whatever it was.
?Close your eyes,? his voice was soft and seductive. She smiled as she shuther eyes, getting a chill all over. She heard him walk in and cross over tothe bed and then felt him approach her. He loved her neck and gently nuzzledher neck from behind. This went on for a moment or two and then she felt himexhale near her ear.
?Okay,? he breathed more than said. ?Open.?
She looked over at the bed and saw a large garment box wrapped in glossy blackpaper with a large silver ribbon around it. It was large enough to hold whatshe hoped it was.
?What is it?? Her hand came up and stroked his cheek with her long nails.
?Open it and see.? She didn't want to get up, less the gentle caressing onher back would have to stop. Reluctantly, she rose from the stool and crossedthe room. He took her place on the stool and watched her sit cautiously onthe bed. Her mind was racing with a thousand ideas of what his incredible mindcould have cooked up.
He smiled as she acted like a kid on Christmas morning, picking up the box,feeling its unusual weight. Whatever it was it was heavy. She gave it a littleshake and heard something shift inside. She looked at him with narrow, inquiringeyes that seemed to try to read his mind as to what it was. It was almost asif she were afraid to open it. She replaced the box on the bed and began topull on the end of the ribbon. He picked up the remote control off the vanityand turned on the CD player. Almost as if on cue, Heart's ?Magic Man? beganto play. The ribbon was off and she pulled on the paper. It tore to reveala plain corrugated cardboard box. She pulled off the top and separated thebrown tissue paper to reveal the contents. Her heart stopped and she immediatelybecame wet. Her knees went weak and she would have fallen had she not beensitting down.
? Oh shit ,? she whispered, almost in disbelief. ?It isn't.?
?It is.? He sat back and watched her reaction to the box's contents.
Her hand reached out and stroked the material inside. Black leather, superblybuffed to a dull shine. From the way it was folded, it looked like a leatherblouse and what looked like a belt ran across the garment with a shining silvertwo-piece buckle that had a keyhole in its center. Her other hand went slowlybetween her legs.
?Oh God.? Her mind went helter skelter. Her hand went from the box to coverher mouth. The aroma of polished leather filled the room. She was dumbfounded.She looked back at him with wide eyes and then back at the box. He chuckledsoftly and crossed over to sit on the bed with the box in between them. Itwas as if she was petrified of the gift, but that wasn't true. Her heart andher mind were competing for control of her body and she didn't know which tolisten to.
He pulled the blouse by the shoulders and removed it from the box, spreadingit out on the bed. It was a straight jacket of jet-black leather. As it wasremoved from the box, the sleeves unfolded to their full length and a tangleof straps appeared. The jacket had been filled with tissue paper to keep itsshape (that of a female torso ? hers to be exact) and it rustled quietly ashe arranged the myriad of straps to keep them from getting fouled in each other.Gabrielle could not remove her eyes from the jacket. She could already seeit surrounding her and making love to her, causing her skin to tingle withits whisper embrace. She stared at it and he watched her, seeing her dry swallow,knowing the thoughts and images that were running through her mind.
?There's more,? he said. She looked quickly back at the box and noticed anotherleather garment had been underneath the first. He pulled this one out and laidit on the bed as well, underneath the straight jacket, obviously it was designedto be part of the same outfit. Its shape tapered from the top. It was the legsheath for the straight jacket. Gabrielle moved over to sit in his lap andstare at the new outfit.
?I hope you like it.?
Since the day he told her about it, she had had fantasies of such a suit.Of her being held prisoner inside its tight embrace. To be presented with theoutfit and the actual occasion to wear it was causing her mind to almost overload.Her sex got even wetter. He could feel the heat from it through his pants,causing him to stiffen. He went to work on her neck again. She could not takeher eyes off of it. Her hand went out to stroke it, to caress it, to squeezeit. He let his tongue dance on her bare shoulder and he felt more than heardher say something.
?What was that??
?Seal me in it.? Her voice was shaky. Her tongue darted out to lick her lipsand she dry swallowed again.
?Your wish?? He had his mouth right next to her ear, ??is my command.?
?Stand up,? he commanded quietly. With great difficulty, she did. He movedher over to the vanity and had her face the mirror.
?Take off your top and bottoms.? She removed the bra and panties, tossingthem under the vanity. He picked up the jacket and held it before her, theopen back to her. Instinctively, her arms slid into the sleeves and he hookedthe jacket over her shoulders. It fit like a glove, a glove that may be a littlesnug even. The outfit was no doubt tailored to her measurements exactly. Herbreasts pushed out the leather and her arms felt the snugness in the sleeves.It was made exactly to her body. Her hands were enclosed in the mittens atthe ends of the sleeves, her fingers forced close to each other. The mittensended in straps that seemed to form out of the sleeve and the straps endedin the silver two-piece buckle with the keyhole in it that she saw when shefirst opened the box. She ran her hands over her leather-covered body, feelingthe leather on leather and the leather on skin. Her nipples grew hard instantlyas little nubs in the breast cups massaged against them from the movement ofher arms. The feeling of the leather against her bare skin was exquisite. Hehad gone back to the box to remove a coil of black shoestring and gently guidedher back to the vanity stool.
She sat without prompting. He undid the shoestring to its full length. Theends of the shoestring were tipped with thin silver tips. He began threadingthe string through the series of eyelets in the back of the jacket, drawingit closed over her back. He worked quickly, giving each run of lacing a jerkto remove all slack and pull the eyelets closer. Her breathing became timedwith his regular jerks on the lace to tighten it even more. She felt the leatherslowly drawing around her, hugging her tighter. Her breasts were becoming morepronounced through the black skin, her nipples and piercings being outlinedin the dull shine of the leather.
After what seemed like an eternity, he was up to her neck. The measured lengthof lace had worked out well, even with the extra tightness he had cinched intoher confinement. With deft fingers, he tied a tight knot quickly to not loosethe tension in the binding. Gabrielle adjusted to the constriction in her chestand reveled in the tightness on her body. Her eyes closed. She felt a pairof flaps close against her back and heard the steady rip of a zipper as itwas pulled from the bottom of the jacket to her neck. She heard the click ofa lock on the zipper at the base of her neck. Then there was the click of anotherbetween her shoulders. Her heart started to pound harder. And another clickat the base of her ribs. Her breath quickened and drew shorter. Another clickat the small of her back. And yet another at the base of the jacket.
?Sit up straight.? As Gabrielle straightened, the tension of the jacket grewas it strained to contain her. It was delicious. She now knew why the othermirror was where it was as she could see her back now in the vanity mirror.A wide silver zipper went up her back and disappeared under her strawberryblond hair. The zipper was broken in places where a wide strap had been lockedover it. Each lock was the same two-piece buckle that was at the end of hersleeves. The silver and black hugging her curves from behind looked amazing.He moved over to her side and began to strap her upper arm to the top of thejacket, firmly anchoring it in place. He then did the small zipper at her wrist,drawing the leather tight as with an opera glove all down her arm. These stepswere repeated on the other arm. He then moved behind her and took the sleevestraps, drawing them around her waist and pulling them to the small of herback. He had to give a yank to get the ends of the buckle to meet and lockshut. Her arms squeezed on her chest, pushing her breasts together. He thendid the strap in the front over both crossed arms, locking them in place. Hestraightened up and looked down at her. She turned her face up at him, lookingsweetly at him. Her shoulders had narrowed, her arms had disappeared, and herbreasts had seemingly grown. She looked exquisite. He stiffened fully, becomingquite obvious through his pants as to what he thought of how she looked. However,he was far from done.
He stood her up now and she got a really good look at her bundled form inthe mirrors. She spread her legs slightly to balance herself, giving him thespace he needed to grab the strap hanging in front of her and pull it beneathher. She grunted in heat as the strap rubbed against her sex. He had to givea good pull to get its two-piece buckle to lock shut and seal up her crotch.The pressure against her groin was stimulating, the same type of nubs as onher nipples pressing against her vagina and anus. Her buttocks were spreadwith the width of the leather strap, which mercifully narrowed right whereit needed to, keeping it from becoming uncomfortable. She tugged at her arms,which simply refused to budge, clamped firmly into place. Her struggles hadrubbed against her nipples and groin in the most delightful way. He turnedher toward him and hugged her. Her breathing was heavy and she was lettingout little grunts as she tested her bonds. Her nose buried itself in his shoulderand neck as he stroked her ass, putting pressure on the strap that sealed hershut.
He led her over to the bed and sat her down. She rocked slowly to grind herselfagainst the crotch strap and squeezed her arms against her body. He had flippedthe leg sheath over and spread it open.
?We aren't done yet.? He helped her up further onto the bed and positionedher on her stomach with the top of the sheath to her waist. She rocked onceor twice in shear ecstasy. He then produced another shoestring like the first,but much longer. He began to stitch her legs together with the rhythmic jerkto tighten it. She felt the leather wrap itself tightly around her thighs,forcing her legs together over the strap between them. When he finally tiedthe tight knot at the bottom, her legs were inseparable. Another set of flapswas drawn and she heard the rip of another zipper coming from her waist toher ankles. Five more buckle-locks were snapped shut over the zipper. A setof small straps near the bottom of the straight jacket joined to a correspondingset on the leg sheath, making the two pieces one. He rolled her over and pulledher toward the foot of the bed where she sat up as best she could. The leatherwas tight all over and wasn't about to let her have any give at all. She lookedat her thighs and the smooth, tight covering that welded her legs together.Her cleavage was starting to get moist with the trapped heat as was her pussyand inner thighs. Her knees resisted bending due to their leather confinement.The suit was so blessedly tight that her entire body would seem to explodein an orgasm like no other if she could get enough movement to facilitate it.As it was, she was limited to breathing and slight squirms. She started togrind her ass as best she could into the bed, causing more friction on thecrotch strap and giving her more pleasure. She knew, however, the diabolicaldouble purpose of this suit. It was meant to give her arousal like she hadnever known by being inescapably bound in leather, but to then remove all hopeof ever reaching physical climax from that arousal by restraining the necessarymovement to achieve that climax. Her passion was boiling over inside her newebony prison. Her frustration was sending her resolve to the breaking point.
She kept rocking her tightly wrapped hips in place as she watched him removeher four-inch-high heel black pumps and slide both feet into a single boot.The boot had a single four-inch spike heel and strapped both feet together.He laced it up over the bottom of the leg sheath and did another strap witha buckle-lock to keep it on.
?Stand up.? He gently guided her up to her standing height. The craftsmanshipon the boot was outstanding. Her feet felt snug, but not jammed together. Theheel forced her calves to tension, pushing on the leather a little tighter.Holding her so that she wouldn't fall (her new footwear aside, her body wassimply refusing to answer commands anymore) he ?hopped? her over to the departmentstore mirrors. She looked at herself.
She was still Gabrielle. At least, she had Gabrielle's face and hair. Butfrom the neck down, she was a tightly bound leather form, incapable of movement.The shiny highlights of the black skin that now constricted her body were justtoo sexy to watch. She bent at the waist. The leather got tighter. It relaxedwhen she did. She bent at the knees slightly. Same result. She started to reallysquirm and bend, he held her to keep her from slamming into the wall or thefloor. Eventually, Gabrielle had bent herself into a tight ball balancing onthe single-heeled boot. She moaned in pleasure. He gently eased her onto thefloor and stood back. Gabrielle made deliberate moves to affect her pleasurezones with some success, but she knew she could not reach the peak in her currentstate. He sat on the bed and watched the slithering figure before him on thefloor.
After she was frustrated (in many ways) with her efforts, she paused to catchher breath for a minute. The heat inside the suit was building, making herodor a more pungent mix of sex, sweat, and sweet leather. She saw him on thecorner of the bed and could very easily see that he was aroused to no end.With a little trial and error, she wiggled her way over to him. She then drewher legs as tightly as she could underneath herself and hopped the last fewinches on her knees to be at his feet. She leaned slightly forward and restedher cheek on his stiff (swollen) member.
?Please let me out.? She said this breathlessly as she stroked her cheek againsthim.
?Why?? He asked.
?So I can get off.? She was as sweet as anything he had ever seen in his life.He knew she wanted freedom, but that she wasn't sure if she wanted to giveup her bondage to get it.
?No.? His answer had an edge that seemed almost final, as if he really mightnot let her out of her skin-tight cell of luscious black leather. She swallowedas her mouth got dryer.
?Why?? Her voice was creaking from the tension from all sides.
?Because I get off first.?
?Yes, sir.? She demurely sat back on her bound legs as he undid his pants.His manhood seemed to shoot out. She licked her lips and slowly moved in, usingthe only part of her that still retained its usefulness.
She was later laying on the floor, still encased in her full body straightjacket, still trying to grind her way to an orgasm. She knew that was impossible.She could not achieve one without penetration. She never had before. Now, however,she was giving it one good try.
He was doing up his pants and she shot him a scornful look.
?Set me free, you bastard.? She brought her knees up and started to twistat her waist. He got down on the floor and put his face next to her. Watchingher erotically charged form trying to break out of its captivity.
?You want to get out so you can get off, do you?? His voice had become velvetysweet. ?I'll help you.?
He produced from his pocket what might be construed as a key chain remotefor a car alarm. It was a black plastic square with four buttons on it. Helet his thumb caress the buttons as he held it before her. She slowed her squirmingdown when she noticed on the key chain the key that would unlock her strapsand start her toward freedom. Was he going to release her? She also noticedthe remote.
?What does that do?? As the words left her lips, she knew she would regretthat question.
?This.? His thumb pressed one button and the vibrating pads in her nipplescame to life, shooting through her tender body like electricity.
?Oooooh, shit .? Her eyes closed and she squirmed more.
?It also does this.? He pressed another button and the nipple pads vibratedagain, along with similar ones in the crotch strap. He released the buttonand her body slowly stopped convulsing. She looked at him through narrow eyes,her hair matted to her forehead with the sweat.
?You fucking bastard.? Her scornful look turned ever so slightly into a smile.His thumb pressed and held the button. Gabrielle doubled up with pain and pleasuresimultaneously. She screamed in ecstasy as her muscles tensed in their tightbindings and her abdomen began to exert pressure. Her groin pressed harderagainst the dastardly strap. She exploded in sheer pleasure as she came. Finally,her mind couldn't take it anymore. Her senses were overloaded. She collapsedinto tranquillity.
She came to. How much later, she didn't know. She was now sitting in a luxuriousbath, her skin feeling a strange way, halfway between numb and sensitive. Shelooked up and saw the instrument of her torture hanging on a hangar on thewall. She squeezed her legs together over her still sensitive sex and feltherself getting aroused again. He had put the suit on the hangar with the strapsdone so that it was binding itself. Just looking at it brought back the imageof her in the mirror and the feeling of it encasing her body. She rememberedits wonderful embrace and moved her hands down below. She came again, thistime with no physical effort and pure mental will power. He knew. God, howhe knew! She sank into the tub and let the water caress her skin.
Later she was on the bed; her limbs bound spread-eagle to the posts and ablindfold over her eyes. He was running that makeup brush all over her again.Her skin was aglow with warmth and satisfaction. He could see her mouth wordsto him. He smiled at what she had said. He worked his way up to her chin andput his lips to her ear.
?Be careful with those words. Use them only if you really mean them.? Hisvoice was soft and sweet. He moved down her again, kissing and teasing downto her toe. She was lost in her own dark world for the moment and didn't evennotice that he seemed to have stopped. She was drifting peacefully.
Her peace was shattered violently. Ice stabbed at her in her darkness witha thousand pinpricks, and then it was gone. Her lungs gasped and her back arched.She balled her feet in protest and strained against the rope and leather cuffsholding her down. He loved that sheet trick, and she loved it when he did it.He would put a bed sheet in an ice bucket before ?starting? and when she wasgood and ready, he would ring it out, gather it in his hands and fling it outover her bound body. The sheet would just have enough time to settle on herbody, then he would rip it off of her. It did the most wonderful things toher skin and her mind. She inhaled sharply as the cold came again, this timeas a brush against her inner thighs. She felt his warm hand next on her abdomen.Then ice on her nipple and again between her legs.
God, how he knew.
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