Jodie's Slaves Part Two - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Two

... commented, pulling another strap tight. I reached around her and pulled on her nipples, not too hard this time.

“Look! It makes your nippies stand out like it’s cold! You told me only nasty women let that happen, Mom, that’s why you made me get the padded bras instead of the lace ones, remember? How can you strap them up so obviously like that? Don’t you feel like a whore, Mom?” Staying behind her allowed her to keep the illusion that it might actually be Julie. I loved the tiny whimper she voiced that meant she was near to crying...already!

I finished tightening the harness and then ran long, black, strong, latigo leather shoe strings through the rings between the upper two straps to ensnare and round up those perfectly edible tits with three loops each running through the rings and pulled tighter with each one.

When I was satisfied with the tit bindings and she was whimpering with more than shame, it was time to get her on her knees so I could strap her legs and get her hooked up to the pulley. We had done a quick fully clothed run through with the pulley system but this was going to be the first real trial. I planned on savoring it! I made a round, checking each of the cameras before continuing. I took a few more hand held shots, she was just so gorgeous, I couldn’t help it. Besides, this was our first time with the pulley. It was appropriate to commemorate the occasion.

I caught her nipples in a vice-like pinch. “Step off the stool, mommy slut,” I ordered, ...

... pulling her forward. It was perfectly awkward and the little ‘whoa’ sound that came from my captive slave sent shivers down my spine. She must be feeling so helpless right now! Still, she had not hesitated and that pleased me, adding to the sexual tingles I was already feeling. I was shivering a little, too. The rush of power was nearly overwhelming as I delved into the role of barbs 13 year old stepdaughter whom she thinks is so pure and innocent. I was corrupting that belief every time I spoke in Julie’s voice as I humiliated and sexually tortured her while making her listen to her sweet and angry little girl.

Holy fuck! Part of me still has a hard time believing this woman would do such a truly kinky thing as be abused as hard as she must know she is about to be as she is made to cum and suffer and cum and suffer as I corrupt her pure and innocent image of sweet Julie’s soul.

“Mommy slut, take two steps to the left and kneel in the dirt like the filthy slut you are to be doing this!” I swatted her in that direction by hitting the bulging side boob of her tightly bound left tit with two quick smacks from my riding crop.

Lifting her legs I strapped her ankles to rings on the harness which kept her legs bent in the kneeling position when I finally began lifting her. I fastened several straps to the big hook on the pulley block exactly as I had done in the practice run, then I lifted her just a few inches to check the angle and make some minor adjustments.

I had her ...