Summer Voodoo
- 3 years ago
- 38
- 0
Summer TrainingChapter 13 free porn video
Stephanie pretended to sleep as she lay curled up and chained in her parent’s bed. Her wrists were cuffed in front of her with black leather cuffs and her ankles were locked into a set of leather hobbles. She wore a thin leather collar to which Jeffery had fastened a very long leash. The other end was locked to the bed. The leash enabled her to go her parent’s bathroom without assistance. It would also allow her to get into the room where Kim was kept prisoner.
The young blonde had listened very carefully to what Jeffery was telling Kim. The word that hurt her the most was “slave”. Whose “slave” was Jeffery teaching Kim to be? Stephanie really didn’t want to know the answer. She knew Jeffery loved her and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her.
After Jeffery left the secret room a second time and after he watched over Stephanie while she pretended to sleep, he left and went down the hall, closing the door after himself. Stephanie listened him going down the hall. She uncurled herself, shuffled over to the little door in the closet, and opened it. Jeffery had left a dim light on. She carefully shambled into the room and saw how Kim was tied. Her ex-friend dangled in the middle of the cage in a vertical hogtie, her knees spread wide by two ropes knotted to either side of the cell. Kim’s eyes were closed and drool dripped down from the black panel penis gag over her large breasts, making them glisten in the low light.
Stephanie also noticed the phallus that impaled the hispanic girl on it. There was no humming but she could see just how much pussy juice coated the silent vibe. Kim was still trying to hump it.
The blonde sat down on the floor and watched, mindful that Jeffery could return at any time.
“I hate you,” Stephanie said.
Kim’s eyes flew open.
“All I wanted was to be left alone, but you came here and now look what you did!”
Kim tried to say something but her gag turned it into muffled yells.
“I hate you and I hope my Jeffery hurts you and hurts you and hurts you.”
With that, Stephanie got up and made her way back into the bedroom and the comforts of her parent’s bed and chains.
It was only an hour into her shift and Michelle was already daydreaming about leather cuffs and buzzing vibrators. The late morning shift always stayed slow until lunchtime; then it got busy with deliveries to businesses around the restaurant. The food was good and the price was right. But that didn’t help now. The Chinese girl’s thoughts kept going back to being bound and pleasured.
God, all she wanted to do was feign being sick so she could go back home to her leather collar and restraints and at least bind herself. She had done more “research” online about self-bondage and had actually corresponded with a couple of “kinksters” about safe ways of binding herself.
“Order,” her uncle called out. Michelle saw how his weathered face showed the stress of his escape from his homeland.
She picked up the paper sack, checked the contents and address, and was off and running to an auto repair shop she loathed. They tipped well, but she had to endure the sexual stalking and crowing they did every time she dropped off their early lunch. She had complained to her uncle before, but he didn’t seem to understand what was wrong. Oh well, she was the only delivery person here so it was her cross to bear.
As she drove, a kinky thought crossed her mind. What if the men there decided they wanted dessert with their meal and the dessert was Michelle herself. They could grab her and strip her of her clothes; they could tie her up and rape her over and over again...
What a thought! Michelle found herself playing the scene in her mind and getting wet again. She was in heat and she knew it. She would have to help herself if she couldn’t get Jeffery to do it; at least until she found a Master of her own.
A couple of the guys were gathered in the “office” of the old filling station-cum-repair shop and their faces lit up as soon as they saw who their delivery person was.
“Well, if it ain’t our favorite fortune cookie,” sneered one of the men, a skinny black man with scraggly dreadlocks and eyes that seemed permanently bloodshot.
“One I would like to open up and read MY fortune,” his buddy, a heavy set white guy with bad teeth, laughed.
They were the same lines, with minor variations, every time she showed up. Michelle could feel their eyes ripping off her uniform. She gave them a faint smile as she set the bag on the lubricant-smeared counter.
“Four lunch specials comes to $26.85,” Michelle told them.
The heavy set guy pulled out his chain-leashed wallet and handed her a pristine ten and twenty dollar bill.
“I wish I could give you another tip, but the other guys would be jealous,” he grinned.
Michelle knew that he wouldn’t be expecting change.
“Thank you,” she said and hurried out to her car.
“Better than the usual harassment,” Michelle said to herself after settling into her car, “I’m still horny as hell.”
Perhaps she had time to drop by her apartment and pick up her vibrator?
Jeffery plopped down in his dad’s leather desk chair, tilted it back, and closed his eyes. What the fuck to do with Kim? They could only keep the Hispanic girl for so long before their parents came home. He would have to deal with Kim before then and he was pretty sure he couldn’t break her in the short amount of time she would be their guest.
Jeffery’s mind raced, turning many possibilities over in his head. He was tired and he knew it. This unwanted turn of events was going to wear him down and Jeffery knew it. A couple weeks ago, he would have enjoyed dominating her and fucking her but that was before Stephanie’s “change”. Now, there was no way he could betray his step sister’s feelings for him.
What to fucking do. Stephanie had accepted Michelle into their play but that was because...
Michelle.
Jeffery got out his cell phone and dialed her number.
Michelle’s cellphone chirped the first few bars of Bach’s Toccata, the song she had reserved for her “Master”. She quickly answered it.
“Hello Master,” Michelle said in a sultry voice.
“Greetings slave. What are you doing?”
“Slaving away but not in a good way,” she replied. She was just pulling into her apartment’s parking lot so she could rush in and get one of her vibes. “Why, Master?”
“I have a surprise waiting for you here.”
Michelle felt butterflies swarm in her stomach, “What surprise, Master?”
She could practically hear him smiling over the phone, “You will have to come here to find out. The sooner the better.”
“Damn” Michelle thought to herself. Her desires were pushing her logic over the cliff. She swallowed deeply, “I’ll be right there. I need to pick something up at the apartment.”
“Good. I will look forward to seeing you, slave.”
Michelle loved the way he said slave. It made her wet in all the right places. She would call her uncle from the apartment before heading over to Jeffery’s house. She also would get her stuff. She knew that Jeffery had more than enough toys to play with but you never knew just what he might need.
Eric was behind the security desk as she walked in. He looked up and grinned his goofy-assed grin.
“Home already?” he asked.
“Not feeling good,” she said. Michelle was finding it easier and easier to lie. Perhaps that’s what being horny did to one.
“Sorry to hear that. Can I help at all?”
Michelle pushed the button to the elevator again, harder.
“No, I’m good,” the oriental girl replied.
“Just let me know if you need something, Miss Chen.”
“I will, thank you.”
Michelle winced inside. She should have left out the “thank you” part but politeness had been drilled into her at an early age. The elevator door opened, thankfully, before Eric could say another word.
Once inside the welcome confines of her apartment, Michelle quickly stripped out of her clothes on the way into her bedroom, the last stitch being her damp, woman-smelling panties. As she searched her closet for what to wear, she called her uncle and let him know she had gotten ill with “women problems” and couldn’t finish the shift. Any mention of “women problems” would make her uncle run away covering his ears. The ruse worked and he told her not to worry, one of the nephews would cover for her.
Her next call was to Jeffery.
“Hello Master. What do you want me to wear?”
Michelle was a little shocked by the answer, but she would do her best to please him.
Eric was just getting off his shift when he spied Michelle’s little blue Hundai leaving the parking lot. Eric felt a flush of anger burn through him. She wasn’t sick at all. She was going to see her fucking boyfriend.
“Well, I’ll just fucking follow her and find out where this fucker lives.”
He turned his white pick-up around and began to track her to her fuck place.
When the doorbell rang, Jeffery was already there to open it. God, did Michelle look gorgeous. She was wearing a pair of fuck-me calve high, spike-heeled leather boots, a pair of tight black leather pants, a blood red silk blouse and her black leather slave’s collar. She had heavy black and red eye shadow on and her blush made her cheekbones look sharper. Her long, raven-colored hair was tied back severely into a single ponytail.
Eisley
- 10.02.2023
- 16
- 0
Summer s Story
- 4 years ago
- 66
- 0
Summering in Femininity Part 12 Summer s End Continued
- 4 years ago
- 68
- 0
