Make Up Session

Marcus glanced up when he saw j approaching the bench he sat on.  She sat down by him, looking at him curiously.  “You texted?”

He nodded.  “I did.  I feel I owe you an apology.  For….losing it.  That is never, ever appropriate and I am sorry.”

J smiled.  “I forgave you after it happened.”

He nodded.  “I know.  But….still….I feel I need to do more.”

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J nodded, smoothing her hands over her skirt.  “You mean like submitting to me?”  She glanced at him, grinning.

Marcus smiled a rare smile.  “No.”

J laughed.  “Then you have something in mind?”

He nodded.  “I do.”

She smiled.  “When?”

He looked at her.  “When is good for you?”

She thought.  “Friday night?”

He nodded.  “Friday night it is.”  He stood up and walked away and her eyes followed his form.  What was it about him that drew her like a moth to a flame?  Because she knew she would get burned near him.

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The door bell rang and Marcus moved to answer it.  He saw her standing there, waiting, looking up at him, eagerness, nervousness in her eyes.  He stepped back, motioning her in then closed the door behind her, allowing her to walk before him.   She knew his eyes were on her so her hips swayed a bit more than normal, glad she wore the skirt that fit just perfect across her bottom.  His gaze told her he appreciated it.

She looked around, seeing the bed with the straps on the corners.  Her breath caught and her pussy began to tingle.  She then turned, seeing the symbian machine up off the floor on the shelf, plugged in and ready to be mounted by her.  Her nipples hardened at the memories of the last time she was on it.  He walked up behind her, sliding his hands down her arms, leaning in, kissing at her neck gently.

“Let’s make you a bit more…..vulnerable,” he stated softly.  She felt his hands move around her and begin unbuttoning her blouse, taking his time then pulling it open before moving his fingers lightly across her stomach.  “You are beautiful.”   Her body shivered at his touch as he completed removed her blouse then undid her skirt.  He let the skirt drop around her ankles.

He moved his fingers down, rubbing at her panties and felt that she had worn crotchless panties.  He smiled a bit.  “Naughty girl.”  J moaned, moving her hips against his fingers.  Marcus took her wrists, guiding her over to the restraints then lifted her arms up, locking them into the restraints from the ceiling.  He walked over, easing his shirt off, leaving his jeans on, and tossed his shirt onto a chair then raised the chain so that her toes were brushing the floor, her body stretched beautifully.

Marcus walked back over and moved his hands over her lace clad breasts.  He reached through the lace and pinched at her nipples until she threw her head back and cried out, struggling.  Marcus smiled.  “That is what I like to hear.”

J gasped, looking at him.  “I thought you were going to be nice to me?”

Marcus smiled faintly.  “What ever made you think that?”

J squirmed as he pulled the lace away from her body and cut holes in the end of each bra so her nipples were bare.  “I……”  he looked at her, raising an eyebrow to her unformed sentence.  She was breathing hard and he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps from his pocket.  He put the first one on and she cried out, shaking her breasts, gripping at the chains above her.  “Owwww!!! That is not nice!!!”

He laughed slightly and put the second clamp on.  She took a deep breath to try and calm down watching him walk away and come back with a large electric vibrator.  She watched him approach her and then she watched him raise the vibrator up, moving it over her clamped nipples.  The pain and pleasure that pushed through her made her even more wet, made her squirm, her breath catch.

Marcus then moved it down between her legs and pushed it up hard against her pussy, drawing a long low moan from J.  She squirmed but she felt her orgasm growing quickly.  She tried to shift her hips, to give her body a moment to catch it’s breath but he kept it firmly in place.  She gritted her teeth then groaned, cumming.  She then looked at him but he made no move to pull the vibrator away.  He kept it firmly in place and she groaned, her eyes closing again, jerking as she came hard.  She then felt a third orgasm slam into her.  She now began to struggle, needing to catch her breath, needing to just get a break but he wasn’t giving her one.  He was pushing her body hard to cum again.

“Stop…..please stop!!!!” She struggled, the chains from her clamps making soft clinking noises as she struggled.  But he kept the vibrator firmly on her clit and soon she came again, crying out.  He moved the vibrator away and she hung in the chains, her body feeling as if it was vibrating.  “Thank you thank you thank you………..”

Marcus undid her wrists, lifting her gently and carried her over to the symbian.  J struggled shaking her head.  “No…no no no no no……” she struggled to get free but he locked her wrists against the wall so her arms were spread.  Her chest was now heaving, the clamps catching the light.  He leaned down, locking her ankles spread.  He slid his hand over her leg slowly, up her hip.  He loved these panties.  They were still on but allowed him access to torment her.  Her body trembled.  “Please……….”

He looked up at her then turned on the symbian, watching her body jerk as it began buzzing away on her body.  She screamed out, groaning deeply and began squirming, sweat breaking out on her body.  He moved back and turned on a small video camera so that they would watch her struggles later.  She shook her head, groaning as another orgasm began building, now becoming painful.  She shook her head.  “please make it stop!! Please…..please I will do anything……..”

Marcus just stood, enjoying her struggles, watching her body tense up and try to curl in on itself as another orgasm tore through her.  Her entire body tensed as another tore a scream out of her.  Marcus moved up, easing an O ring gag between her lips, spreading them wide so that he could see her tongue flicking wildly in her mouth.  He wanted to hear her primal cries and grunts, he wanted to make her an animal.

She shook her head, fighting to get the gag out, fighting to communicate she couldn’t take more but he let it keep going, moving out of the video camera’s way.  The camera documented her writhing, her animal like sounds, the wild look in her eyes, the way the sweat glistened on her body under the lights.  He moved up, cutting the bra off, then he cut the delicate lace that covered her breasts, pulling it free without removing the clamps.  He then sat in a chair and played with the speeds of the symbian, allowing her to think it was over only to push it to high again and watch her body buck as if she had been electrocuted.  She howled out, her eyes closing, her make up running.

She was stunning.

He let the symbian run until she slumped, worn out.  He then stopped the symbian and walked up to her, undoing her bonds and lifted her down.  He carried her to a small cage and eased her in so she was on her hands and knees.  He had her crawl back until she was tightly in the space then he shut the door, locking her in.  She looked up at him, her eyes weary from the multiple orgasms and felt him slide a dildo into her forced open mouth.  She moaned as the cock was locked into the bars of the cage so she could not lower her head but had to keep it up, unable to look left or right.

He then walked out of her sight and she listened.  She then felt something against her bottom and felt something being pushed into her ass.  She grunted, jerking in the small confines but something was then fully in her ass, and she heard it too being secured.  Now she couldn’t move her head or move to any position but the kneeling one on hands and knees she was currently in.  Then the buzzing started up on her ass and she groaned, closing her eyes.

“I will give you some time to rest.  Then…..we shall play some more.”

She saw the camera placed to tape her small movements, her eyes.  He reached through the bars, smoothing her hair back out of her eyes and her gaze raised to his.  He winked at her and she groaned then he stood up, leaving her to her “rest” time before the next “make up” session began.