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Her body twitched, restrained she still lay untouched. She's been like this for almost a half an hour now, wrists bound behind her back with beautiful silk ties and a bow.
Madeline fantasized about being in a situation like this. Stripped completely bare, except for a pair of baby pink stilettos, and a simple ribbon collar, while Helen across the room remained fully dressed as if she had just come home from the office.
She had confessed this fantasy to Helen one night, extremely drunk and on her wits’ end. She had been sure Helen would have forgotten, or would simply not care and move along.
Oh, how wrong she had been.
About a week before, Madeline had come home from a particularly long day on set, Helen had greeted her at the moment she walked through the door with a glass of Pinot Grigio and a warm kiss.
”This is new,” Madeline’s hand reached up and cupped Helen’s jaw softly.
”I have a surprise for you.” Helen whispered, urging Madeline in the direction of their shared bed room.
Adrenaline had coursed through her, brain rattling around with dozens of ideas of what her cunning partner could’ve come up with. Upstairs, Madeline found a strange sight laid out on the bed.
There were two boxes, both black and adorned with a single pink bow, she opened the first box slowly, moving the lid aside and reaching in to grab the pair of stiletto heels.
”Oh, baby. Thank you!” Madeline turned to show Helen the heels, placing a quick kiss on her cheek.
”There’s one more.” Helen barely contained the smile plastered on her face.
Madeline opened the second box, at first she was confused. Inside lay about 3 feet of pink silk rope in five separate bundles. She set the shoes down, picked up one of the bundles of rope, and faced Helen again.
”Rememer last week when you were drunk out of your mind,”
”I was just a little tipsy—“
”Tipsy, drunk. Tomato tomato.” Helen shrugged.
”Anways, you always said you had a thing about, you know..” Helen was sure if she was still alive her face would be red with embarrassment. Madeline raised her brows, feeling a familiar warmth form between her legs.
”Helen Sharp! You want to tie me up? You kinky freak.” Madeline’s voice reached a higher pitch than she intended to.
This was going to be fun.
“Look at how pretty you are.” Helen crossed one leg over the other, the material of her long skirt straining. Currently, she was situated at the vanity bench, watching, just out of the blondes reach.
Madeline whimpered quietly, the feeling of being so exposed causing her own arousal to drip down her leg onto the floor below.
”So perfect.” Helen stretched out a hand, right in front of Madeline‘s cheek, but not close enough to touch. She tried moving her head to feel Helen‘s palm against her face, but the author pulled back.
”No, not yet. I still want to admire you, bunny.”
Madeline stared up at Helen, pupils blown to the deep blue of her eyes were almost completely covered. “What to do,” Helen tapped her chin with faux confusion. Her hand reached out to grab Madeline’s jaw tightly, yet with enough caution to prevent discomfort.
”Open.” It was a simple command that Madeline immediately followed, Helen’s hands fit snuggly in the hollows of Madeline’s cheeks as she dropped her jaw, sticking out her tongue for extra emphasis.
Helen stood, looming over Madeline. She spit into her mouth. “Swallow.”
The blonde did exactly what she was told to. Swallowing, Helen’s saliva was mixed with her own. Helen let the grip on her jaw soften, releasing completely after a minute to gently pat her cheek. Madeline almost purred into the sensation. ”Such a good girl, aren't you?”
”Yours, all yours.” She moaned out in response, thighs trembling as they tried to hold her body up into Helen’s touch. A needy, submissive Madeline was rare, this moment was to be savored.
”Does my good little bunny want to be touched?” Helen pulled her hand away. Madeline nodded vigorously, eyes wide. “Words.”
”Yes, please.” Madeline whined, hips shifting in the air. “Use me, make me come.” Helen tilted her chin down at Madeline, a look of mock disappointment at the lack of a familiar name following the plea.
“Who are you speaking too?” Helen cocked her brow with the question.
“Yes please, Mommy.” Madeline fixed the reply. This seemed to satisfy Helen.
”Up we go.” Helen stepped around Madeline, bending down to quickly untie the loose knot at her ankles before helping her up and to the bed. “Do you remember the safe word, bunny?” Madeline heard the way Helen’s voice softened around the edges, just for a minute to check in.
”Redlight.” Madeline whispered back. Helen squeezed her shoulder three times in an ‘I-love-you’ before placing her face down on the mattress. After making sure there was a pillow under her face and that she was comfortable, Helen re-tied her ankles together so they were folded up against her thighs.
“Good?” Helen made sure the knots were loose enough to allow some shift in movement. Madeline wiggled her legs, testing the comfort before agreeing. “It’s good.” Madeline sighed, feeling the pleasant strain of her dead muscles against the bindings.
Helen stood, just inside Madeline’s peripheral view she tapped her foot, admiring the swell of Madeline’s rear end as it was held high in the air. Madeline saw the shift in her face, her posture. Slipping back into the more domineering role, Helen softly caressed the pale skin of Madeline’s ass, then worked up to scratch down her spine.
”Please, Mommy.” Helen gripped one of the blonde’s asscheeks firmly, causing Madeline to whimper. “You weren’t being spoken to, Maddie.”
Madeline shifted on her knees. “But—“
Smack.
Helen’s hand connected with Madeline’s cheek, she cried out into the pillow below her. “My good girl knows not to be out of turn.” Helen rubbed the sensitive skin tenderly, a sharp contrast. “Right, slut?” Madeline was stunned into silence for a second, weighing the pros and cons of how agreeable she could be this evening.
Smack.
”Answer me.” Helen’s voice was full of authority with a slight rasp. It made Madeline drip.
”Yes! Yes, Mommy—I’m sorry.” She groaned out into the room. “I’ll be good.” Madeline pushed her glutes farther back into Helen’s grip.
“My dumb little girl can’t even remember her manners.” Helen chided, shaking her head in the negative. Madeline tried grinding into Helen‘s touch, subtly, pushing our hips forward and hoping to catch the bedsheet below her and rutting back and forth. Helen saw this, of course, and swiftly popped Madeline’s clit lightly, the actress sucked in a gasp. “Now you’re trying to come without me, maybe I should just leave you..” Helen slowly pulled her hand away.
“No! No, Mommy, please.” She begged.“You want to make up for it?” Helen squeezed each cheek roughly, pinching at the supple flesh and feeling her way up Madeline’s back only to rake her nails back down, paint curling in small ribbons. Madeline’s knees walked out further, spreading herself, presenting herself out to Helen. “Yes, yes Mommy I do.”
”Then take it.”
Smack.
Madeline keened, eyes screwing shut and jaw clenched tight as Helen worked in waves. First a lighting fast slap that cracked across each of her asscheeks, followed by soothing circles made by her hands.
Over and over this moment lasted, each time unable to be timed by the blonde, it kept her on edge. “Oh, harder..” Madeline moaned into the pillow.
“Still no manners.” Helen sighed, but gave the blonde what she asked for with a particularly hard slap. Madeline felt her hips jerk, trying to sooth her needy clit. Each slap sent an electric shock through her body, every sound of Helen’s palm upon her hide was exactly what her body craved.
“Do you think you can just come,” smack, “like,” smack, “this?” smack. Helen’s voice took on a teasing tone, equal parts patronizing in full of adoration.
“Yesfuckplease—“ Madeline blurted out a barely coherent string of words, her wrists straining behind her back against the silk ropes that held her in place. “Hm,” Helen hummed, watching Madeline come undone just from spanking her would be a sight for her, but she had other plans.
Helen pulled her hand away, stopping the punishment. Madeline groaned in protest, beginning to grow antsy. “Mommy, I was so close—“
“I know baby, but Mommy wants to hold you a little longer, okay?” It was a rhetorical question, still Madeline nodded along enthusiastically.
Helen stepped away from the blonde, making her way over to the box the rope was stored in with she pulled out a vibrating wand, specifically Madeline’s favorite model in the most egregious shade of bubblegum pink there was.
She stalked back over to Madeline, and rolled up her blazer sleeves. The lengths of rope that had remained untouched was finally put to good use.
“Helen, could you flip me over?” Madeline’s voice was raspy, a touch of her submissive tone gone. “I’m a little cramped up.” Helen immediately was at her side, undoing the ties that bound her legs and wrists up and behind her back, letting them stretch out as Helen massaged them. “Thank you.” She whispered as Helen kissed her lips softly.
Madeline flipped herself over, wincing at the dull ache as her ass touched the mattress. She let her arms and legs spread in an ‘X’ shape, one near each bed post.
“Good girl, letting Mommy tie you up like this.” Helen took each rope with love between her nimble hands, loosely knotting them around the bedposts and restraining Madeline’s wrists and ankles along with them. “You will let me know if it’s too much?”
Madeline’s eyes sparkled, all playful and sweet, “Yes, Mommy.” Helen rewarded her with some stimulation, punching both of her nipples before suckling and pulling them softly, causing her back to arch up.
Releasing one from her fingers, Helen reached for the vibrator and gently ran it along Madeline’s lower abdomen, causing the muscles there to tense reflexively.
She rested it just above where she needed her, against the velvety skin of her mound, and pressed the small button to bring the toy to life. A soft hum filled the room, along with this was a string of small gaps from the blonde as she strained against the ropes. “Oh, fffuck—“
Helen switched off the toy, eliciting grown of annoyance from the blonde, but a stern look shut her up. Helen took a free piece of rope, winding it around Madeline‘s inner thighs to create tension, then looped it back on the other one.
Taking the vibrator, she secured it to the rope with a knot, nestling it between the blondes thighs. After making sure it was snug, she flipped it back on again this time pressed directly onto Madeline’s clit. The blonde blurted out a string of curses, her eyelashes fluttering and eyes threatening to close. Helen stood up straight, resting one arm on her hip while the other gently brushed Madeline’s face lovingly.
“Look at you,” Helen sighed dreamily, fingers slowly skating down Madeline’s cheek to gently trace her jaw, “pathetic.” The word was drawn out and ended on a hiss.
Madeline moaned, loud and unfiltered as Helen clicked the button again, the sound of the buzzing increased. “Ah—Mo—mommy m’gonna come.” Her eyes rolled back until they shut.
“No, you’re not aloud.” Helen‘s tone was too chipper, Madeline let out wanton cry filled with frustration. But she knew better, and held in her orgasm.
“Sweet girl,” Helen’s voice was honeyed and dripping with sex, “look at me, pretty baby.”
“Fuck! Mommy, right there.” Madeline’s eyes slowly opened, her jaw flapping, but no words came out, only strangled sounds it seemed to claw their way from her throat. Helen pressed the wand tighter against Madeline’s ruined cunt. “There she is,” Helen traced her entrance before sticking a finger in knuckle deep, followed by another.
Helen sat on the edge of the bed, her legs together tightly, feeling the way her cotton panties stuck with the amount of wetness that had gathered between her legs. Helen knew seeing Madeline all held up like this really did something to her. “Beg for it.” Her fingers moved slowly, a stark contrast of the quick vibrations of the toy.
Madeline croaked out, “Please please pleaseplease—ohmygod,” she felt a tear roll down her cheek as her head lulled to the side.
The author kissed her forehead tenderly, the pulled her hair sharply to expose more of her neck. After another torturous minute of keeping her on the edge, finally, finally Helen decided to let Madeline finish.
“Come for me.”
Almost immediately, Madeline let her orgasm tear loose, a keening cry that broke off into something deeper, something more guttural tore out from her chest.
Madeline’s body fought against the rope, the friction of it against her skin was like fire. Her legs tried closing, tried scooting away from the intense pleasure, but she was prevented from doing so.
“So good for me, bunny.” Helen cood while bending down to suck bruises onto Madeline’s breasts, drawing in her pebbled nipple to bite and chew. “Mommy, fuckmeplease,” Madeline spewed garbled little sentences as Helen watched.
“I know, I know.” If it wasn’t for the immense pleasure it brought her, the noises Madeline made would have been embarrassing her. Loud wails and groans echoed off the walls and tall ceilings bounced back to her ears. Helen saw the way her face was contorted with bliss, her muscles tensed. “My little whore looks so good coming for me.”
Without even looking for permission, Madeline came again, longer, more drawn out. This one was almost completely silent, except for the fluttering of her pussy as it dripped, her come splashing out of her and falling against the bedsheet below her. Quickly, overstimulation began to set in.
Her voice was thick with exhortation, “R—redlight.. Helen—“ Madeline‘s body convulsed again. Helen immediately reached for the vibrator and turned it off, copying Madeline‘s face and brushing away the tear track that was left. She slowly pulled her fingers out.
“Hey, hey. I’ve got you.” Helen’s voice was devoid of anything but care, her face filled with genuine concern. Madeline was silent for a bit, catching her breath before languidly smiling through closed eyelids. “I’m okay.” She whispered.
Helen tenderly undead every knot, starting with the vibrator and tossing it aside to wash. After each rope was removed from the bed post and Madeline appendage, Helen massaged her body slowly, working out any soreness.
Madeline watched, boneless and lying on the bed as her lover tended to her body. It brought a warm warmth to her cold heart.
“Thank you for making my dream come true.” Madeline said, words ending on a yawn. Helen reached her ankles and quickly took off the baby pink stilettos that were still on, then her ribbon choker.
“Of course, I just hope you’re not sore in the morning.”
Madeline smirked. “Oh, you think we’re done?” Madeline set up halfway, reaching for a still completely dressed Helen, and pushing the blazer off of her shoulders.
“Oh, Helen.. the night is still young”