F Campbell - Golden Wrists

Quickly she brought me upwards towards a climax, expertly toying with my sex while her strong hands gripped my bottom cheeks and dug their fingernails in. Her work was quick and sure and I was soon teetering on the brink of an intense orgasm.

As suddenly as she had begun, she backed off and resumed her seat. I strained my body, aching for the return of that velvet tongue. But it did net return and I ached in frustration. It was truly amazing how fast I could work up to another orgasm after having had one in Percy’s box just a short time before. But I’ve heard that some women can hit multiple orgasms, one right after another. Anyway, her leaving me so close to the pleasure of satisfaction but not allowing me to reach it was torture of a different kind. I was thankful, after I cooled down a bit, that Hugo and Uncle Andrew were not inclined to such tortures It was very frustrating and shaming. I had never been driven so close to an orgasm by another girl’s tongue before. It was wonderful and terrible at the same time, I found myself wishing she would shove a dildo inside me to finish the job her tongue had begun.

“Please...” was all I whispered but that plea was ignored.

Valerie continued watching the contortions of my face. I hated my hair hanging down and the strange shape my breasts assumed under the wrong influence of gravity. I could well believe a girl would die if held like this long enough. I said so but was soothed by Valerie’s silken voice, “Don’t’ be silly, Diane. I’ve already told you of the experiments I’ve done, and I wouldn’t do this to you if it was dangerous. It’s simply something for you to suffer and a delight for me to watch. If you keep on complaining. I’ll whip your upturned pussy. Of course,” she mused, “that would probably drive you right into a climax, but we all have our little crosses to bear.”

It wasn’t until a long time later that I realized she had made a pun.

“Don’t you realize you’re beautifully stretched little pussy cat is positively begging for the lash? I have the nicest leather whip made just for that place.”

I shuddered. I was trembling in fear and getting small comfort from Valerie’s reassurances. I tried hard to not think of a whip crashing down between my thighs. I longed most ardently that the damned machine would give me one more flip. When it finally happened, my position wasn’t upright but horizontal and much better than being upside down. When the flip after that arrived. I found myself upright again and very thankful for it. I could have cried with gratitude, but my mistress had something else to say.

“You’ve had one full turn, dear, so you know there’s nothing to be scared about. I’m going to leave you alone for a while and I want you to count the turns you make while I’m gone. I want you to count every one and thank me for them when I come back.”

Strangely she kissed my nipples and went away. For a while I could swear my breasts were burning from her lips.

It was a hateful punishment, nothing to be thankful for at all, even during those times when I was vertical I was still a helpless prisoner anticipation the next flip. It was horrible but I will have to admit I did not suffer a single hurt. Only some bad times.

“I’ve been thinking about that obedience thing of yours, it intrigues me,” Valerie Latimer said as she set me free. “Anyone is foolish to believe a mature mind can fail to savor the agonies of decision you must endure every time you do as you are told. What you say we both go out to dinner?”

Once more Valerie was being kind amid the cruelties. But I said, “Yes, that would be lovely.” By that time I’d grown up enough to acquire a captive’s realization of the benefit of half a loaf as opposed to no bread. If I could get an hour or two of happiness in a public place instead of being chained or locked in a cage, or tightly bound with hurting ropes, I’d be crazy to refuse. I really was grateful. The afternoon hadn’t been all that much fun and tomorrow was tomorrow and far away. As though to reassure myself, I asked. “You’ll let me be really and truly free? Not even handcuffs?”

“Not unless you ask for them. Diane. I had a girl once who did. She said she felt naked unless her hands were joined. Would you like the handcuffs?”

“No thanks, but I’ll let you lock them on me anytime you want. Taking me out is really nice, a treat I could certainly use. Thank you.”

Valerie laughed at me and told me I was entirely welcome, and promised to resist the temptation to tell me what she would do to me after she got me home. The way she said it left me wondering if we’d be looking at TV or I’d be tied up in a cell. I didn’t ask, I didn’t want to know.

Valerie’s personality had pretty well erased Uncle Andrew from my mind. The restaurant to Which she took me was gorgeous and reminded me of Donatelli’s, and that reminded me of Hugo. Amidst the glamour and noise and good wine, I was suddenly aware of having made two promises, one of which I could not possibly keep. In that sense, the restaurant was a mistake. Valerie should have kept me securely bound back in her penthouse. Once a girl starts thinking irrationally there’s no telling where it will lead. Andrew Everleigh’s hints about marrying me now seemed like nothing more than whimsy. But I had made him a promise and I couldn’t forget the huge amount of money he’d handed over not so long ago. But memory instantly took me back to Hugo, the broken bolt cutters, and a collar and chain for which only Uncle Andrew held the key. Belatedly I remembered my promise to Hugo to slip away at the first opportunity and join him in New York. I’d been so positive the opportunity would occur and I would simply walk out. But now, as I sat across from Valerie in the candlelight, I realized I held freedom in my hand. I could simply walk away and she couldn’t stop me. From that point I had to be concerned about Valerie Latimer and wondering if my pledge of obedience was actually a promise, a promise I’d be a bitch to break. I was suddenly confronted by promises in all directions.

“What’s bothering you, Diane,” Valerie asked shrewdly. “As if I didn’t know.”

“Freedom!” I admitted frankly. “I don’t know if I can handle it.”

“I thought we handled that back at the beginning. I want to watch you torn in two by indecision! The things I’m going to do to you tomorrow won’t hurt half as much as now.”

“I didn’t think I’d feel like this, Mistress - or may I call you Valerie in public?”

“While you belong to me, you’ve got two choices: don’t call me by any name or call me ‘Mistress’.” She bestowed the sweetest of smiles. “If you want to run away, now’s your chance. If you don’t want dinner, get up and go.”

Valerie’s magic brought me at least half way back to where I wanted to be. Of course I wanted dinner!

“I’m grateful for you bringing me here, but this place and everything around is so normal that it’s hard to believe you’re going to take me back to the penthouse and whip me.”

“You should be able to cope with it, Diane. Parole was a well established custom years ago. Captured soldiers often gave their parole in order to gain time or get a favor. I don’t suppose it was ever easy for any of them to go back and be a prisoner again. The same with you. I love it!”

I don’t know what triggered the act but suddenly I was on my feet and saying, “Goodbye, Valerie, and thank you for everything.”

I walked away. I think it was instinct, for I had no plan. But a phone call and I’d be safely on a plane, heading toward Hugo.

I used a side door and was running towards the glitter of the main street when I bag went over my head, handcuffs clicked behind my back, and I was tossed into the back seat of a waiting car like a bundle of merchandise. I suppose that’s what I was.