Unknown - Chocolate Captive

“Let me check you.”

With that, she put her hand under Christina’s skirt and let her fingers push her thighs apart. Christina offered no resistance, as she let the woman’s fingers slide up to her inner thighs and onto the wispy hairs of her pussy.

“Spread,” Laney said, very businesslike and Christina was only to eager to comply.

She felt Laney’s fingers exploring her pussy, touching it and spreading it, and feeling every inch of it, without ever taking her other hand off the steering wheel, or her eyes off the, road! “Aahh… Laney…”

Paid no attention to the sighs that were coming out of the girl’s mouth. She just smiled, lightly almost to herself and then continued driving.

She-pulled up in front of her house and only then did she remove her fingers from Christina’s pussy.

She held them up to her face and smelled them.

“Delicious,” she said, the first acknowledgement of pleasure. Then she turned to Christina.

“Now you.”

She held her fingers up and made Christina smell her own pussy. The girl was relieved to note that she smelled like the luxurious perfumed soap she’d used in the shower.

Now they were inside the house.

“Take them off,” Laney said to Christina, point to her clothes.

Christina, standing right there in the main living room, started to disrobe, taking off layer after layer, while Laney stood, with her coat still on and her arms imperiously crossed.

She looked like a mother all right, like the parent of her best friend.

Which is why it made her blush, to have to disrobe. It wasn’t that far removed from taking off her clothes for her own mother.

She got down to her crotchless panties and were about to remove those also, when Laney told her not to.

“Stop right there. Crotchless panties? How cute.

Leave those on. I’ll want to feel those on my cheeks.”

That brought a blush to Christina’s face. She stood there, with her hands joined in front of her, finger linked, feeling very much the seven year old.

“Upstairs,” Laney said, painting to the stairs.

Christina did them and when she got to the top, she was directed to go into the, master bedroom.

She saw the clothesline on the bed and knew that Laney wasn’t going to be drying any clothes this evening, which could only mean that she, Christina was in for another dose of parental, disciplinary bondage.

Laney followed closely and closed the door.

“Hand me that rope,” she said and Christina did it.

“Now, put your hands in front of you.”

Again, she did as she was told. While watching, she saw Laney wind the rope around her wrists and securing them tightly to each other. She left the long lash of it to dangle as she took off all her clothes.

She had those long stockings on again, the kind that went right up to her thighs and once more, Christina could only marvel at the excellent condition she was still in. She was tall and very well conditioned, with those wonderful, full, matronly tits and those aristocratic legs.

She could hardly take her eyes off the woman, while Laney brought over a stepping stool.

It was only then that Christina noticed the hook imbedded in the ceiling.

“What’s that?” Christina asked, a little bit of fright creeping through her voice.

“A hook, darling, it’s something that I’ve had hear for a longtime… for purposes such as these…”

Christina wondered what other young girls were subjected to Laney’s… parental guidance!

Now, Laney raised the long leash of rope above her head, as she stepped up the stool, until it was secured and Christina’s hands were pulled tightly above her head.

“Now, that’s the way I like to have little girls,” Laney said.

What she did next really surprised Christina. Laney took the rope, cut it and started fresh by winding it around Christina’s right tit. She didn’t just put it around once, she wound it several times, making sure that the rope was back against the base of the chest, so that the outer three inches or so of firm breast tissue was allowed to be free and to swell up and glow with the redness of it.

Christina’s eyes were wide-open with surprise as she watched the same thing being done to her other one.

She couldn’t believe that Laney was doing this. It was so effective and so professional…

And so painful! Her tits were being put into bondage and only her nipples and the inch or so of skin behind them were allowed to be free.

Now, as she waited, with her hands above her head and her body naked except for her crotchless panties, she felt her face all red and heated from what was being done to her.

When the two breasts were well tied, each with a separate cord all their own, Laney then got back on the stool and tied these to the same big hook, so that now her tits were pulled out directly in front of her and raised, leaving her nipples erect and pressing forward.

“Laney… what are you… what’s going on… what…”

“No talking, unless you’re being talked to… Laney said, firmly, putting her fingers of one hand on either side of the girl’s and squeezing ‘very hard.

“I’m going to have to punish you some and I hope that you’ll be able to take it. Do you understand…”

“But why… what have I done…”

“You didn’t do anything…”

“Then why…”

“Because my sweet little thing, the nature of punishment is not only to give retribution. It’s also a way to give pleasure. Don’t you want me to give you pleasure?”

“Yes… but…”

“No buts, young lady. Do you want me to untie you and send you home? All you have to do is ask me and I’ll be happy to oblige.”

Christina lowered her head and looked away.

What could she do? What could she say? She certainly didn’t want to leave.

She’d been waiting for this for so long.

But she also didn’t like the way she was trussed up. It hurt and it was embarrassing and it was humiliating…

And it was very hot.

She swallowed hard and lowered her head, at least as much as she could get it, for in the position she was tied, her head hit her chest rather easily.

Now, she couldn’t quite see under her tits, being as extended as they were, hut she knew that Laney was doing something.

What it was, was applying a long, thin, pipe to Christina’s legs, spreading them apart and putting more rope on her, so that each off her ankles was tied to the opposite end of the pipe, in effect, spreading her legs apart and opening her thighs and of course her pussy.

“There,” Laney said, when she was finished.

“That’s better.”

“What… are you doing to me…” Christina said, trying not to sound too scared.

“I’m just applying a little… pressure,” Laney said.

Then she took a vibrator, a nice, long and thick one and sleeved it, so that it was encased in what looked like a man’s cock and using one of her free hands, simply opened Christina’s pussy and began to insert it.

“God…” Christina groaned, as she felt the thing being pushed into her, so that her pussy was getting wetter and wetter, until it was far up, easily slipping into her hot, glistening box.

Then, as Laney stood up, so she was face to face with the girl, she simply reached down and clicked the thing on, all the while keeping her eyes on Christina.

It was quite a show that she saw. Instantly, Christina’s face twisted into a siege of pleasure, as, she tried to move her body all around.

But, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t dislodge the thing from her cunt! “There, that’s so good,” Laney said, who then walked out of the room, to leave Christina alone, bound hand and foot, hanging from the ceiling, with the vibrator up her cute little cunny!