Mistress Vera and her slave part 1 - Sex Stories

Mistress Vera and her slave part 1

Mistress Vera and her slave In the dungeon the slave kneeled and wriggled slightly in her bonds to again feel the pleasure of her imprisonment. Her whole body was encased in leather, a black cat suit stretched from her ankles to her jaw with a single zip down the back to release her when the time came. Black leather boots, which reached nearly to her knees covered the cat suit on her legs, as did the steel collar which covered the leather around her neck. The tag on the zip was clipped to a ring at the back of the collar so that even with her arms free she could not remove her uniform, not that she would have tried. A mask covered her head and face, it had zips across her mouth and eyes to allow her to speak and see when her mistress wished. There was a hole in the back of the mask and through it protruded a long pony tale of straight blond hair, which fell almost to her waist. Her hands were tied behind her back, secured using steel cuffs that matched her collar; the cuffs were attached to each other with a small padlock. Higher up her arms a single leather strap was buckled tightly so that her elbows touched. Another pair of cuffs, a match of those on her wrists, was locked around her ankles and these were locked in turn both to each other and to D rings on the backs of her thighs. This position contrived to make the most of her ample chest; the constriction of her arms caused the slave to push out her breasts, her erect nipples clearly seen through the material of the ...

... cat suit. The slave moaned slightly and wriggled again enjoying the tightness of her bondage. She rubbed her legs against each other but still the feeling of emptiness continued. It was not often that her mistress left her pussy empty at any time, let alone while she was tied. The slave longed for the feel of a thick dildo filling her pussy. Again she moaned, for that was the only sound she could manage with the zip of the mask done up, this time a little louder in the hope that her mistress would hear her and come down to the dungeon. Upstairs her mistress readied herself. She glanced at herself in the full length mirror on the door of her wardrobe before opening it and pulling out first a pair of long leather boots which would reach up to the tops of her thighs and then a black low cut corset. Slowly and still watching herself in the mirror she removed her t-shirt and bra and then her skirt revealing a black thong and a pair of pert breasts. Already her nipples were hardening as she thought of what waited for her in the basement. First she pulled on the boots and then slipped the corset over her head and tightened it up at the front with strings. The corset was long enough only to support the bottom half of her breasts and left the nipples well exposed. She smiled at her self in the mirror as she tied her brown hair back out of her face before again opening the door of the wardrobe and retrieving a long black riding crop. Flexing it she turned and walked to her bead. Then ...