Several readers requested a continuation of a story (viewtopic.php?f=84&t=25636) I posted a few weeks ago so here it is.
I have done a number of stories about Petra and for each of them I have sent her a draft for her approval. She has been incredibly helpful in providing answers for my questions about small details and offering advice and suggestions. For this story which is about two women I wrote a first draft, from a man's perspective of course, and knowing that it was probably off the mark I asked Petra to give it a woman's touch.
She went way beyond her usual involvement and rewrote major portions of it. As a result it is a much better story. Here is her version.
Petra & EL – A Woman’s Touch
By Petraspeds and LordNelson
I approach the hotel room door and the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter and I get a tremor in my hand. I’ve done this so often that you would think I would be composed and calm but actually each time is as difficult as the first. Out of habit I knock softly on the door but as I do I realize that no one is going to answer.
I slip the key card into the slot on the door and the light turns green. I reluctantly turn the handle and cautiously enter.
The first thing that I notice is that EL is tied to a chair exactly the same way that I was. I shouldn’t be surprised, the guys who bound her were the same ones who bound me. The big difference between her and I is that her clothes are neatly folded on top of the dresser and her shoes are standing off to the side.
She is clad in a skimpy black brassiere, a matching thong and her black nylon stockings are held up by a lacy suspender belt. Her shoe-less feet are tied to the legs of the chair and her toes wiggle helplessly a few inches above the floor. A black ball gag is tightly buckled between her lips and she mmphs a greeting to me.
As I look at her my nervousness melts away. This is not some skinny young model posing for a pay-porn site. This is a real woman with a full figured body just like me. This a woman who is doing this because she loves it, not because she is being paid. This is the woman who told me that I could do whatever I wanted to her.
Feeling a little more comfortable now I want us to be on equal terms. I gently slip my shoes off, placing them neatly at the end of the bed, and then remove my blazer, slowly and deliberately hanging it in the wardrobe as if this were my room and there was nothing unusual about having another woman tied to a chair, in only her underwear, when I enter my hotel room.
As I approach I study her closely wondering where to start. The inhibitions I had begin to disappear as I admire her full figured curves. Her generous portions just give me more to play with. Smooth bare shoulders, breasts bubbling over the bra, silky white thighs, they all call out to me wanting to be touched with desire.
I walk around the chair to admire her from all angles. She twists in the chair and it creaks as she tries follow my gaze. She is getting impatient to be played with. I wasn’t my intention to tease but now that her anticipation is building I am going to torment her a little longer. A leather blindfold lies on the bed. I put it on her taking, almost sadistic pleasure as I gently tighten the buckle, hearing a sudden surprised moan as I pull it one notch tighter than it really needs to be.
I stop in front of her and she blindly awaits her fate. She tenses up at the notion of being touched and not knowing when or where. I take hold of the arm of the chair, so close and yet no skin on skin. She strains against the rope holding her wrist, even the slightest contact would bring some satisfaction.
I swivel the chair around and now I am behind her and she sighs knowing that I am deliberately tormenting her. I wait a moment for her frustration to grow. I am usually the one who is the taunted captive and today the reversal of roles is arousing.
I blow gently against her breasts where they bulge over the black, lacy and perhaps a size or two too small bra. The thrill and torment of no touching but only the feel of the close and intimate presence of another, balanced with her helplessness.
I reach out and gently pull her long raven hair away from her neck. She flinches. I lean close to her and smell her perfume. I am so close she can feel not just my breath this time but my heat but she wants more. It’s time… I softly kiss her neck. I can feel a shiver run through her body.
As my lips caress her neck and ears my hands run over her shoulders and arms. My fingertips rub her soft smooth skin. My mouth and hands explore her exposed flesh…all of her exposed flesh…and she moans and groans as I find new places for my fingers to play.
Her neck and face, her cleavage and her tummy and finally her thighs all receive equal and eager attention. On my knees, head between her thighs, I run the tip of my tongue across the skin along the tops of her stockings, hearing her gagged moans and pleas to reach the edge of her thong and beyond. EL growls in exasperation at not being able to return the pleasure.
I lean back, and after suggesting to raise the intimacy, I tease her more by simply stroking her stomach and nylon covered thighs. I love the feel of the silky stockings as my hands caress her thighs, calves and finally the poor feet that have been so neglected until now. I sit back and devote my full attention to them.
As I lovingly massage her soles her body sinks into the chair as it relaxes and lets the warmth of my hands wash over her. I cup her heels in my palms and stroke them lightly before sliding across her arches and on to her toes. Each toe gets a rub and a lingering kiss. This is as stimulating for me as it is for her and now I need some pleasuring too.
I unbutton my blouse and throw it on the floor, no longer able to control myself by carefully folding and no longer wanting to tease. I slip my skirt down, letting it drop in a crumpled heap and practically leap out of it. I then remove my bra, my tight, tight bra and let my boobs swing freely, then cupping them in my hands and stroking my own nipples.
I sit back on my bum and rub my feet against hers delighting in the feel of my nylons against hers. I lie back and close my eyes while my feet wander higher and higher. The touch of nylon gives way to bare skin as I go beyond her stocking tops. My toes creep closer to her pussy and she gasps as I push the ball of my foot firmly against her most sensitive of spots as I massage and squeeze my chest and feel my breathing becoming more rapid and irregular.
I stroke her with my foot pushing hard enough to rock the chair. EL moans softly with each thrust. I move my foot just slightly and now I’m stroking her with my toes. I give a final thrust and hold it…EL groans…I wiggle my toes and she gasps.
I need to save some of her for later and reluctantly remove my foot. I sit up on the end of the bed and turn her chair to face me.
I lift my foot, the one that smells of her passion, and place it on her face. I rub it over her blindfold and then across the gag and then press it over her nose. She breathes in the scent of her own arousal. I can tell that she wants to be more than just a toy for my amusement…she wants to do something…anything…to release her pent up sexual energy.
I remove her gag and I press my toes against her mouth. She is reluctant to suck and tries to kiss them lightly. I begin to rub the sole of my foot against her mouth, feeling the bristle as the nylon rubs over her nose. I press my heel against her mouth and eventually her lips part, she bites gently on my heel and as I move my foot down she begins to lick my sole, there is a strange rubbing sensation as her tongue rubs against the nylon. Moving my toes back to her mouth I trace her lips but again she is reluctant to suck. I press my foot harder against her mouth, pointing my toes and forcing them in. Her lips part but her teeth stay clamped together. I remove one stocking and put it round her neck, forcing her closer to me and pushing my foot into her mouth. I squeeze her more with my bare left toes as my right foot presses into her mouth and she begins to suck the nylon covered toes. It feels amazing and I lie back for a few moments and tease slightly before removing my right stocking and pressing both my bare feet on her face.
As my toes press against her lips she gives each a little lick and a sucking kiss. It feels incredible but I want more. I pull harder on the stocking still round her neck and one toe slips into her mouth and then another and another. With all five crowding to get in she begins to mmph in protest. I make no effort to ease her discomfort and even pinch her nose again with my other foot. Soon she realizes that the only way she will gain any relief is to appease me. I get goosebumps as she darts her tongue between my toes poking and prodding me into ecstasy. Just as I used my foot to tease her to the brink she returns the torment with her tongue and stops just short of giving me release.
I know that the only way I’m going to get satisfaction is if we do it mutually. As much as I hate the thought of liberating a woman who looks so good bound it’s time to give her the freedom she needs. I remove the blindfold and then untie her. She stands stiffly and stretches as the circulation returns to her hands and feet.
I rub the red rope marks on her wrists for a moment. Then she gives me a big hug and a long lingering kiss on the lips. While kissing me a second time she slides her hands down my sides, under my knickers and begins to slide them down my legs. She fondles my buttocks during the third kiss and then asks if I would rub her ankles too.
She sat on the end of the bed and I dropped to my knees, sliding my knickers off completely and throwing them over my shoulder to land who knows where, and taking her ankles into my eager hands. She strokes my hair while I rubbed away the rope marks. Then suddenly she pounces on me. Before I can react she is sitting on me and has me face down on the floor.
She grabs the ropes that had bound her to the chair and has my hands tied behind me before I can resist…not that I would have anyways. The ball gag, still wet with her saliva, is pressed into my mouth and the buckle tightly fastened. Then unexpectedly she slaps my ass…hard!
‘You were a naughty girl’ EL growls ‘but not naughty enough. It’s time to show you how it’s done.’
She helps me to stand up…actually more like forced me to and then delivers another slap…this time a little less vigorous but still enough to sting. Then she rubs my reddened cheeks, digging her long nails in.
‘Such a rosy complexion you have’ she giggles as she pulls off her stockings. She twists them together and ties them over my eyes before pushing me down onto the bed. With my body lying on the bed and my legs over the end she spreads my legs and ties my ankles to the legs of the bed.
I wait blindly anticipating her next assault. With my legs spread wide and my pussy so vulnerable I'm sure she would start there. To my surprise and shock a sharp pain notifies me as to her next target. She has snapped a pair of nipple clamps onto me. I knew then that EL would be more like Christian than Anastasia.
I feel the cold steel chain that connects them lying in the valley between my breasts. She lifts it and tugs. As my nipples stretch the pain mingles with pleasure. She continues to pull and I find myself trying to sit up to relieve the pressure. I struggle but finally managed to lift my body to a sitting position. She doesn't stop there.
EL continues to use that chain, and the pain, to manipulate me. I have to drop to my knees on the floor, not easy with my ankles tied to the legs of the bed. A slight creak told me she had sat on the chair. A moment later it was her foot that was pushing against my face. After toying with me for a minute the gag is removed and I do not need any prompting.
She presses her toes against my lips and I begin to return the pleasure that she had given me. I lick and kissed and suck until my mouth aches from the effort. Now that her feet are satisfied EL had other needs to attend to.
She helps me back onto the bed, with my ankles still tied and my pussy still exposed. My gag is replaced and then a probing finger is inserted into me and then another. EL strokes until my juices are flowing and then removes her fingers and substitutes a large humming vibrator.
The pulsating shaft moves in and out at a steady rhythm at first but then becomes more erratic, twisting and turning at random. It is then that I realized that EL has a second one and is pleasuring herself with the other hand. I climax first and EL only seconds later.
As I come down I am puzzled when the buzzing continues. EL hesitates only a moment and then unties my ankles while the pulsating apparatus continues to drone within me. She ties my ankles together trapping the toy in my sex. Another rope at my knees ensures that it would remain sealed there and finally one at the top of my thighs to ensure there is absolutely no chance of it slipping out. She then lifts my legs onto the bed and rolls me face down.
As the next eruption builds up inside of me she runs a rope from my ankles to my wrists and pulls until my fingers touch my heels. Such a strict hog tie may be simple for someone twenty years younger but for me it is extreme. The pain in my shoulders and arms…my hips and legs…adds to the intensity when the throbbing device brings me to a sensual peak.
The gag muffles my screams of agony and ecstasy as a bolt of carnal lightning rages through my tortured body. I collapse both physically and mentally. As I lie in an exhausted state I notice that even though I am still strictly bound the pain and tension has gone…my muscles glow with the warmth that follows an arduous exertion.
EL slips her hand between my thighs and with a bit of effort manages to flip the switch to stop the vibrator…removing it will have to wait until later.
I lay there bound and gagged and exhausted wondering what she had in store for me next. I am expecting her to introduce me to another of her erotic interests when I hear a loud yawn.
‘It’s been a long day’ she declares and I feel the bed move as she climbs onto it to lie down beside me. She kisses my neck and ears and then after a brief pause she says ‘The maids here are wonderful. They really do go out of their way to make a person’s stay a pleasant experience.’
This puzzling statement is followed by the jingle of a buckle…much like that of a ball gag, then the ratcheting noise of handcuffs…twice…ankles and wrists? And then a third…hog tie? Has she just bound herself in expectation of dalliance with the house keeper in the morning?
A gentle snoring suggests to me that I had better get some sleep too. I have a feeling that tomorrow EL will be writing another chapter in my life.