A Kinky In-Between

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(sequel to A Bondage Christmas)

As Lynda pulled more and more on the chains, stretching her, she thought she was going to be torn apart, but she was so exhausted, she simply relaxed and allowed her to pull as much as she wanted, without resisting.

Then she heard Lynda’s voice, telling her she would take care of her, in a creepy tone that made her regret letting herself tie her to the bed without a fight.

Now, it was too late. She couldn’t move at all. Although this should be very uncomfortable, she was so exhausted that she fell asleep to her own surprise. She had no stimuli from the outside: blinded, gagged and Lynda had added ear muffs. She was alone in her little universe.

And she dreamed of a fetish life. Oh, she had those dreams before, they were just not… as real. But was she dreaming? After all, she was tied to a bed, without any means of getting out by herself. The escape route of self bondage was not present. She was at the mercy of someone else.


She dreamed. Or maybe not.

It’s actually the feeling of losing the constant pull on her arms that woke her up, as Lynda slowly removed the chains, freeing her.

She waited.

She waited for Lynda to put her arms back on her side, to remove the ear muffs, to remove the blindfold, to remove the head harness and the gag. To slowly come back to life.

“Hi sweety” said Lynda. “I thought you were dead for an instant here, but when I scratched your tummy, you reacted.

“You… you did?” asked Karen, having no recollection of it ever happening.

“Damn! You were really out of it, weren’t you.”

“Well, I… I guess.” said Karen, still trying to figure out everything.

“You’re weird, you know? So, this, “she said, making a broad gesture over Karen’s body, “is your little secret life?”

“Not anymore that you know about it.” she said. “So, now what?”

“What do you mean? I’m sure you want to get out of this rubber suit.” said Lynda.

“Not necessarily. Didn’t you say that you were to take good care of me?”

“Yes, but, I mean, it felt like the right thing to say. What is there I can do? You seem to have everything under control. I mean, look at all the kinky stuff you have.”

“And that’s the problem, Lynda. I HAVE the control. I decide when I get tied up, I decide how I’m tied up, and I decide when I get free. If YOU take care of me, YOU decide all this. All there is left for me to do is…”

“Suffer?” said Lynda.

“Submit… Mistress.” said Karen, joining her wrists in front of her.

“Euh…. okay.” said Lynda, thinking. “Come… kneel in front of me.”

“Yes, Mistress.” said Karen, slowly moving out of the bed and kneeling facing Lynda.

“Okay… now… what?”

“Well, Mistress. I’m your slave. I’m at your disposal.” said Karen with a sultry voice that even Lynda couldn’t mistake for anything else.

“Err… tease me?” asked Lynda.

Karen slowly raised on her knees and approached Lynda, rubbing her latex covered hands over Lynda’s jeggings, stopping at the crotch for a short moment, playing with her fingers, before moving up, toward her breasts, while slowly pushing her on the bed.

Lynda didn’t know how to react. She never experienced a girl-girl interaction before. 

Karen slowly climbed over her, squishing her breasts, then, slowly approaching her mouth to hers.

Lynda closed her eyes. Her breasts massage was getting her horny. She opened her mouth, slightly at first, and she felt Karen’s hot breath on her lips, then her moist tongue as she began to slowly explore the pulpeous lips. She opened her mouth, welcoming Karen as they kissed. She felt some kind of jolt she never felt before. 

Karen was using her knee to slowly rub Lynda’s crotch, the rubber creaking. She pushed Lynda firmly against the mattress, squishing her breasts, kissing her passionately, slowly getting her arms up over her head.

Karen was gently stroking her, rubbing her hands from her breasts to her upper arms, now stretched over her head, then back to her breasts with a passionate kiss. 

She slowly pulled Lynda’s shirt up, forcing her to stretch her arms. Karen rubbed her arms, pushing them down, then she felt something cold around her wrist.

“What the… Shit!” she said, realizing that Karen was about to wrap a chain around one of her wrists. “What the hell are you doing?”

Karen was quickly back kneeling on the floor, looking at her with a dirty look.

“Sorry, Mistress. Did I go… too far? I should be… punished.” she said almost as a soft, sultry whisper.

“Well, I… I…” said Lynda.

“You know, you really have a knack to kill the mood, you know?” said Karen, laughing.

“Sorrry. “ said Lynda in a condescending tone. “I know nothing about this… mistress – slave business. What should I do?”

“For a start, there’s another set of leather cuffs in that drawer. Put them around my upper arms, then lock my wrists and elbows together. Then, if you want, lock my ankles together too. And to make things interesting, look in the closet, middle shelf, there’s a leather harness with a huge toy. Just take it and wrap it around my chastity belt.”

Lynda went to the closet and grabbed the different items. She added the elbow cuffs then drew Karen’s elbows together, locking them on.

“Wow. I didn’t know you could do that.” said Lynda.

“Me neither,” said Karen. “It’s a little painful but I’ll manage. Now the harness.” she said.

Lynda took the harness, with, hanging from it, a large black silicone dildo. She stopped as she was about to fix it for Karen.

“I…  You… It won’t go with the chastity belt on. How do you want me to…”

“Lynda… It goes the OTHER WAY around, with the dildo sticking OUT, perhaps?” said Karen with an amused smile.

“Ah… oh… OOOHHH MY…”

“Now, Get on the bed,” said Karen.

“But, shouldn’t I take my jeans off or something?”

“Just get on the bed.” said Karen, laughing. “Let things flow… naturally. I’m your slave, I’m there to please you, not the other way around.” said Karen.

Lynda laid on the bed and Karen, without bound arms, was able to crawl on Lynda more easily. She slowly let herself down, over Lynda, positioning the huge dildo over her crotch, and gently stroking it, while kissing her friend, then, going down, biting her nipples over her bra.

Quickly, the sexy, hot mood was back in place, and sensually, slowly, Lynda undid her bra, allowing Karen full access to her erect nipples.

She wrapped her arms around her slave, squishing her buns, not feeling her skin, but this strange, silky hot fabric, going upward, sensing Karen’s bound arms, feeling the leather cuffs, the cold steel, while Karen was passionately kissing her, their tongues melting together, while cheeks brushing, again there was the feeling of this latex instead of the skin.

That was disturbing.

That was making her hot.

She managed to get her hands under Karen’s hot body and take her jeggings off, followed by the panties, already wet. She was juicing more than she ever did.

Karen slowed down and directed her hips to move the dildo at the right position. Lynda barely had to guide it as it followed the slick trail of juice up to the large expecting opening.

Lynda threw her head backward, grabbing Karen’s latex covered butt, gasping for air as karen lips were locking hers and her nose was blocked by Karen’s latex hood pressing against it.

Karen was rocking harder and harder, almost responding, like she was feeling Lynda through that huge silicone cock. She gave one hard stroke and Lynda screamed.

That screamed surprised herself. It wasn’t coming from her mouth. No, it was coming from her whole body. Another hard stroke, another scream, but that one was way longer, way deeper. Lynda was exploding from the inside. Her lower body was in fire, and her mind was a mess as she rubbed her latex covered slave with her hands, squishing her buns, feeling her corseted waist, going up and squishing her latex breasts while they were passionately kissing. 

Another strong stroke and her brain went blank for a moment, overwhelmed by the rush of hormones shaking her body. As Karen continued to stroke, getting slower and slower, Lynda’s brain was processing what had happened. She had discovered a place in her mind she didn’t know existed.

As her body was taken by soft convulsions, her brain simply quit, and she lost consciousness.

She was so calm, so relaxed, so… in heaven. She softly opened her eyes and startled. “This is not my bedroom. Where the hell…”

Then she remembered Karen, the latex, the dildo. She sat on her elbows. There, on the floor, kneeling with the huge dildo between her legs, was Karen, looking down.

“Karen? Are you okay?”

“No, I am not, Mistress. I have been too hard on you. I made you faint. I was a bad slave. I should be punished.”

Lynda didn’t say a word. Karen, against all slave rules, raised her head and looked at her mistress: she had her mouth opened and wide eyes, slowly shaking her head from side to side.

“Oh, come on, for cry sake. Go to the fucking computer and google it!”

“I’m… sorry. It’s just that…”

“It’s okay. Unlink my arms, I’ll order some pizza.”

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and Karen went on and opened the door to a stunned pizza delivery guy.

“Pizz… err… Karen?”.

“Yes, come on in, I’ll get my purse.” she said.

He entered, his eyes glued to this shiny woman, with leather cuffs up her arms, high heel boots, corset, and even her head covered in rubber.

As she was coming back with the money and a huge smile, he noticed, on the edge of the living room, another woman, sitting behind a computer, looking at kinky sites.

“Here. Keep the change.” she said, offering the bills to the young man, but he didn’t see them. He was kind of hypnotized. “Hey… ho? The Earth is calling the Moon?.. Your money?”

“Who? What moon? Err, that’s…”

“Keep the change,” said Karen, laughing. She almost had to push him out of the apartment. It was as if he had forgotten how to walk.

She closed the door and walked to the kitchen. Lynda was looking at her, smiling.

“That boy will be asking himself what happened here for a long while.” she said, opening her arms. Karen realized that she was still in full latex gear and Lynda was butt naked.

They both collapsed, laughing.

… To Be Continued.

© Pete

December 29, 2017

Karen 

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