Will Henry - The Passionate Prisoners

"Now I think it's time for me to play with you awhile!" Eleanor told him, in a voice that made plain she was really going to relish the task.

With his body strung up in total helplessness and his jaws painfully distended by the choke-pear, Arthur could do nothing but shudder as be observed the sadistic dominatrix. picking up the whipping switch.

Standing behind him and to his left, she took careful aim with the switch, allowing it to brush against the thin seat of his panties.

Watching in the mirror, Arthur braced for the assault.

Swish! The switch hissed through the air and landed squarely across the tightly stretched seat of his panties. Arthur's helpless body twitched reflexively as the switch stung sharply across both sides of his hips.

Eleanor observed his reaction with a faint smile on her lips and then, tucking the switch under her arm for a moment, stepped forward and rudely yanked his panties down to expose his hips.

Swish! This time the switch landed on his completely bare hips, stinging like a lick of fire. The choke-pear in his mouth rendered Arthur's cry of pain inarticulate, and his entire body tensed as he tried to brace himself for the punishment. Glancing at the front of his body in the mirror, Eleanor detected the erection that betrayed his true feelings about the cruel treatment she was inflicting upon him.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Eleanor began applying the switch vigorously to his defenseless buttocks, swinging from various angles to obtain the maximum coverage. Forced to endure the energetic switching, Arthur wondered how much he could stand. His outcries of pain were completely muffled by the bizarre and uncomfortable gag in his mouth, while his buttocks burned and prickled and itched in a thoroughly maddening manner. To add to his discomfort, every muscle in his body ached from being stretched out in that torturous position.

Observing her victim closely both directly and in the mirror, Eleanor continued putting the switch to him with forceful snaps of her wrist.

The sight of his twitching body, the crisscrossed red lines on his buttocks, and his erection made the task all the more enjoyable for the sadistic dominatrix. She always found particular enjoyment in chastising a sexually aroused male, as if she were punishing him for his arousal.

"Mmmm! Mmmmm!" Arthur tried to protest and plead through the restricting gag, but his muffled and half-choked attempts made no sense. Tears in his eyes, he tried to look back over his shoulder to appeal to his punishment mistress.

Swish! Swish! The cumulative effect of the vigorous switching made each new application all the more painful. Arthur's strung-up body twitched spasmodically each time the switch lashed across his burning buttocks.

Tears washing down his cheeks, he gasped for breath and continued to make muffled sounds through the expanded choke-pear in his mouth.

Finally, Eleanor decided that it was time to subject him to some other form of torment. Tossing the switch aside, she flicked the switch that reversed the overhead pulley. The rope that held him up suddenly relaxed and Arthur found himself standing normally on the floor once again.

Eleanor released the rope, allowing him to drop his manacled hands in front. He was breathless and weak, and could offer no opposition as Eleanor pushed downward on his shoulders to force him to his knees in front of her.

Arthur gulped as he found himself staring at close range into the triangle of rich brown hair. In a thoroughly contemptuous manner, Eleanor grasped his head with both gloved hands and suddenly pushed his face lightly against the thick underbrush. Grinding her hips, she rubbed his face in it. "That's just a sample of what you'll have to do for me, slave!" she told him as she released his head. "Now I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth. But if I hear one single word from you, back in it goes! Understand?"

Desperately eager to get the painful choke-pear out of his mouth, Arthur nodded his head vigorously. Eleanor began working with the mechanism that controlled the spring, and the pressure inside his mouth immediately began to subside. The two halves of the pear gradually came together, and Eleanor finally pulled the device from inside his mouth.

"Remember, I want complete silence out of you or else!" Eleanor warned him.

Cowering on his knees on the floor, Arthur watched with a mixture of fear and excitement as the scantily clad dominatrix walked over to a leather chair and seated herself. Attired only in her long black gloves, garter belt, black stockings, and gleaming high heels, the bizarre bondage queen gazed down haughtily at her helpless male slave. Tormented and thoroughly aroused by her voluptuous charms, Arthur wanted to speak but did not dare.

"You're going to worship me, slave!" she informed him in an imperious voice. As she spoke, the attractive dominatrix moved to the outer edge of the chair and spread her legs well apart. Arthur gazed intently at the heavy triangle of dark brown hair which almost entirely concealed the pink lips of her vulva.

Crawling on all fours, he began making his way over to her. Eleanor pointed a gloved forefinger toward the floor. "You must start at my feet!" she informed him with a sneer.

Feeling completely abased but eager to comply with her bizarre demands, Arthur immediately lowered his face to her feet and began kissing her shoes. "Kiss my shoes all over!" Eleanor told him, watching him closely.

"Take your time about it!"

His face burning, Arthur kissed the gleaming patent leather spike pumps from toe to heel as she had demanded. Masochistic excitement mounting as he performed the degrading task, Arthur could not refrain from licking the smooth leather with his tongue. Eleanor watched his submissive performance with obvious satisfaction.

Barely able to restrain his excitement, Arthur moved his lips from her shoes to the cobwebby nylon covering her feet. Shod in the four-inch high heel pumps, her pretty feet were arched almost vertically in a manner the young male slave found quite enthralling. Trembling with agitation, he kissed her nylon-clad feet ardently, pressing his lips tightly against them. Gradually, he began working upward with his lips, licking her ankles and full but shapely calves.

"Take your time or I'll make you go back and start over again!" Eleanor warned him.

Gazing upward from time to time at the brunette delta where he would ultimately have to worship his bondage queen, Arthur worked his lips up her nylon-clad calves to her rounded knees. A disdainful smile on her face, Eleanor observed him carefully. Moving farther between her legs, he began kissing her plump, tapering thighs. Trying not to move too quickly, he worked his way up to the expanded tops of her black nylons and finally allowed his lips to brush against the velvety smooth bare flesh. Eleanor spread her thighs wider apart to receive his enforced attentions, and watched haughtily as he eagerly began kissing her bare thighs. It wasn't long before his face was brushing against the thick underbrush of brunette hair, and he could feel her smooth thighs brushing against the sides of his cheeks. Unable to restrain himself any longer, Arthur buried his face in the thick bush and planted a firm kiss on her vulva. Eleanor clamped her gloved hands down on his head, pressing his face tightly against her and allowing him no escape.

"Use your tongue, slave!" the buxom dominatrix urged.

It was a command that did not have to be repeated. Arthur eagerly extended his tongue and began to flick it against the soft, plump lips of her vulva. His face buried in the brunette delta, he couldn't see what he was doing and had to grope with his tongue. By extending his tongue as far as possible, he managed to work it between the outer folds of her vulva.

"Keep doing it!" Eleanor demanded, pushing his head closer to her with her gloved hands.