Teri's Place

Bad Day
The week had been bad. Work did not progress as planned. An important project was postponed, perhaps to be canceled. Even the weather misbehaved.
Her lover tried to lift her sprits with suggestions of dinner and a movie. She was not in the mood. Even the promise of visiting with friends did nothing to help.
Her lover watched for long minutes, then took action. A drawer was opened. A very special drawer. She sighed as a black satin corset was set out on the bed. She was not in the mood for this either. Then she watched the light dance on the shiny fabric. A pair of black stockings was laid lovingly beside it. She watched how the they complimented each other. It didn’t seem like such a bad idea now.
As her lover header past her toward the closet she reached out a hand and interrupted. She nudged slightly toward the door. Her lover understood. She wanted privacy for the transformation. Smiling her lover complied.
Methodically she removed her uniform of the day placing the items on an idle chair. She removed all her garments massaging where elastic had left its faint impressions.
She lifted the corset and placed it to her chest. The stiff cups embraced her breasts in a perfect fit. She breathed a sigh as she pressed the garment to her body. A deep breath and she began the task of matching hook and eye. Long practice had made this efficient and accurate rather than tedious. She tugged to fit the corset in just the right place. The garter straps dangled softly against her thighs.
The stocking glided up her legs. She stretched the garters and attached them to the stocking tops. She ran her hand one more time up her legs to remove any slack.
She decided against concealing her pubic area as she stroked her finger through her hair. Panties just got in the way and had to be removed anyway.
Walking to the closet in stocking feet she could feel the subtle tugs of war being waged in her clothing. She took down the special box. She took out the pair of shoes that cost more than any practical shoes ever should. Shoes you could not find at any local merchant. Shoes only meant for one purpose. Bracing herself on the bedpost she placed a shoe on one foot. She loved the sound the leather made as her foot displaced the hollowness. A moment later the other was fitted. She was now almost six inches taller than a moment before.
She reached over and closed the drawer form which her garments emerged to open another special drawer. Carefully she walked over the bedroom door in small precise steps. Lightly she knocked. Slowly the door opened. Her lover looked only into her eyes but saw her whole person and smiled with love. They kissed for long moments. The embrace pulled her forward onto her toes in these already impossibly high shoes.
The embrace faded and she turned back in toward the room. Her lover noticed which drawer was open.
Suddenly she was seized from behind. An arm grabbed around her arms and waist. A hand slapped across her mouth just as she gasped. The body behind her pushed her toward the bed. She resisted as best she dare but the shoes gave her very poor leverage, she lost ground steadily. Reaching the edge of the bed she tried to yell, but an erotic muffled noise emerged instead. This invigorated her lover.
She was thrown onto the bed and made the mistake of taking a moment to catch her breath. It was intentional. Her lover had time to grab coils of rope from the drawer and cast them beside her.
Seeing what landed next to her stirred her to action. It was too late. A heavy body landed on top of her pinning her to the mattress. The weight and sudden action impeded her breathing. She caught herself as she laughed just a little. She did not want to break the emerging fantasy.
A brief game of cat and mouse was played between her wrists and rope. By the time she caught her breath many loops of rope secured her hands behind her in the small of her back. Just as she took a well timed deep breath in preparation to scream a hand grabbed her mouth. She made a feeble noise through the human gag. The hand moved away. As she drew in another breath of air a thick wad of rolled up cloth was stuffed into her open mouth. Another folded piece of cloth was positioned over top, but not inside. Now a long strip of cloth was wound between her teeth around her head to keep both packing and cover in place. The gag was highly effective. She could make noise but nothing that could be heard outside the room.
Her lover moved away. She found herself free, or somewhat so. Her lover turned to the drawer to remove more material. She looked to the slightly open door. Quickly she got to her feet and darted as best she could for the opening. Her muffled grunts betrayed her.
Just before escaping she was seized yet again from behind and turned around. The struggle to the bed was played out again. She loved the physical sensation of being overpowered. The battle back to the bed was slower this time. Her lover could take more time and enjoy the fight. Less busy hands could now molest her breasts, thighs, and other parts. Teeth made teasing bites at her exposed neck and shoulders.
Once again she was tossed onto the bed where there were ropes and such already in a pile to greet her. Another game between rope and ankles ensued. But this time instead of her ankles being bound together each leg was bend back and tied to its own thigh. The obvious advantage of tying ankle to thigh was to render her more accessible. An additional detail of rope was added to secure her shoes to her feet.
She was tilted up into an almost kneeling position so one last long coil of rope could encircle her chest and shoulders just above her breasts.

The binding pinned her arms even more securely to her sides. The embrace was complete. She was completely helpless. Her lover left her fall forward onto the bed bouncing slightly.
For the moment she was left alone. She could feel her venerability as a breeze from the window cooled the sweat between her legs. She could feel the skin at the base of her public hairs respond to the touch of the air.
She lifted her head and tried to look behind her to see what was next. Her lover eased up behind her and turned her onto her side. A cream colored vibrator was held menacingly near her face. Pretending it a weapon she struggle as hard as she could against the bindings. They did not yield. Her breathing deep from the struggles her lover touched the tip lightly against her throat. She clenched her eyes shut and imagined a terrible ordeal. She held her breath waiting for a sudden thrust that did not come. Her lover knew the game well. Slowly the tip was moving down along her collar bone. She gasped a few breaths and held them again as the tip reached the tops of her breasts that were ballooning out like bubbles between the corset and ropes. Held like a dagger the tip was pressed and drawn along the edge of one breast. Imagining the cut she arched her back and screamed as best she could through the gag.
Her lover dropped the device and sucked at imaginary wounds. Nibbling with teeth to add to the illusion. She struggled hard, the bindings limiting her to a rhythmic thrusting motion. Her one breast was pulled out from under it’s protective cup exposing the erect nipple for oral assault.
Suddenly she was shoved onto her front again. Breast pushing out underneath her weight. The vibrator had now become something else and was laid in the crease of her buttocks. Her lover left and returned with lubricant. She had no way to communicate it was not needed.
She tried to peek at the activity behind her. The vibrator was picked up and coated with lubricant. The excess was smeared between her ass cheeks telling of events to come. The tip was rubbed between her lips and along her clitoris. She moaned and tried to lift her pelvis to accommodate. The tip was poisoned and slowly eased between her parting lips. Slowly the length gained deeper entry. She tried parting her knees slightly but was swatted on her ass for the effort. She was not to assist. Once fully in place her lover let go the vibrator, it’s special shape helping it to stay where it belonged. A wet finger lightly licked at her clitoris for only a brief tormenting moment. The bed shifted from a change in weight.
There was a slap of leather on her ass cheeks. Her lover started whipping her buttocks with a flogger. Again and again the flogger bounced off her exposed ass. Soon she started flinching adding to the bounce. Noting this, her lover varied the rhythm and hardness to avoid being predicted. The energy and pain built up in her ass cheeks. She started clenching her fists and biting the cloth between her teeth. Some noise she made must have betrayed her for her lover broke into a sudden flurry of continuous whipping. By the end of the assault she was writhing, screaming into the gag.
There was a pause as both rested. Fingers slowly explored her ass and vagina slippery now from both lubricant and sweat.
Suddenly she was turned over. Her exposed breast being the target of the next flogging. Her nipple became erect in anticipation of the first strike of the flogger. She arched her back and moved her shoulders but could not do anything at all to shelter her breast. Her nipple took the force of many a blow and hardened to the point that each pore was a distinct bump. Her lover being more merciful toward her breast stop short of delivering true pain. Dropping onto her, her lover devoured her breast with mouth and tongue. At one point her lovers knee bumped the vibrator painfully deep into her. But the pain was momentary and the wince noted.
She was rolled onto her stomach once again in preparation for the final act. Her lover lay on top of her, fingers searching for her other opening concealed between her reddened ass cheeks. Then her lover was at the opening just barely pressing in. She lay still as she could and enjoyed the slowly building pressure. Her anus just started opening. This did not rush her lover. Maintaining a slow and steady motion her rectum was slowly entered. The muscles slowly giving away to wider entry. Slow and steady the penetration continued. Sometimes it almost seemed to stop but not quite as movement always resumed.
After long moments her lover was completely inside. There was a pause before her lover started the reverse motion. The first few strokes took a long time as both savored the sensations. The vibrator still in place added to the sense of pressure and displacement for both. Every orifice was filled and satisfied.
A steady rhythm picked up pace. Enjoying the physical sensations she started editing portions of fantasies through her mind. It was at these times her mind seemed to reach it ultimate potential. Seemlessly merging reality and fantasy. Living many experiences at once. She had little else to do and she loved it.
Her lover was now thrusting hard and fast in her anus, caught up in fantasies as well. The pounding and slapping of pelvis against ass continued for long delirious moments. Then her lover felt that telltale rush building up. The body took over and the thrusting became completely automated. Her lover growled and snarled. She was grabbed, lifted and pulled as her lover tried to enter her body and soul, the contraction triggering her own eruption. Sticky fluid burst into her rectum coating her bowels.
In that moment of ecstasy she died a dozen deaths. She was a prostitute slain by a serial killer, a nurse strangled by a deranged patient, an innocent executed by a firing squad, a princess keelhauled by pirates, an explorer broiled alive by savages, a spy vivisected for secret information, a maiden tortured by an inquisition, or some otherwise hapless hostage left to expire is some terrible situation.
Soft kisses on the back of her neck resurrected her back up from her "little death". Her lover, still inside her, caressed her shoulder and whispered, "Are you okay?" She nodded slightly and made a small approving noise in the back of her throat. Embraced in her lovers bonds they lay there for a long while letting the breeze from the window refres their souls. The world was new again.