SPECIAL GIFTS
Anne came closer
carrying an unopened gift. She looked down at the helpless prisoner.
"Do you remember the day I was initiated into the Inner Circle?" She
asked leaning over Elke’s wide spread body. "I was pretty much on
sensory overload that day. I can’t remember a lot of details. Most of
the things that happened are blended into general feelings of intense
passion. I’ll never forget how helpless I was with my hands
and
arms tied behind my back with that 'smart rope'. You made me feel so
vulnerable—especially in the shower. That, I will remember for
ever! I think of it every time I bathe. About how you
pulled
me against your slippery body and ran that soapy mitten over me. Do you
remember how I struggled at first? And then you slid your leg between
mine and pulled me up against you tighter while you ran that damn
mitten
over my breasts. Gees, I thought I would die! Then you began running
it down my body toward my pussy. Did you know that I almost came right
there in the shower?"
Anne removed the ribbon
from
the gift box. "You don’t know how I've looked forward to this day! I
have pictured you like this so many times!" She said passionately. "I
have dreamed of making you feel like I did back then." Removing the
lid, she withdrew a soft, mink mitten.
Elke’s blue eyes grew large as Anne lightly moved the soft fur over her
bound arm and down toward her up thrust breasts. The captive struggled
against the bindings that held her spread-eagled on the banquet table.
She stared up at her tormentor shaking her head and trying to say
something around the ball gag that filled her mouth.
The rest of the group crowded around the table looking down at her
expectantly. Naomi nudged Brie. "I wonder what she’s trying to say."
Brie laughed. "She probably wants to feel it brushing her nipples. Look
how hard they are!"
Elke glared up at them. "Mmmmgh nnnggh!"
Brie tried to look contrite but failed. "Careful! We don’t want
to make her mad."
But suddenly Elke was no longer aware of them. All she could think of
were the sensations of the mink glove moving along her shoulder
and over her neck. Her skin was so sensitive… The feelings were
maddening and the helpless woman was struggling against the bonds that
held her in position. But she couldn’t escape the gentle stimulations
that seemed to become more intense by the minute. Then Anne moved the
mitten down between her heaving breasts. The captive groaned when the
gentle caresses began to circle the base of each one.
"Now you know how I felt! My wet skin up against yours…" The mitten
continued its agonizing journey around each breast, slowly circling and
teasing. Elke was shaking her head, trying to get her tormentor to
stop. Anne laughed. "Oh no! You didn’t stop with me in the shower, did
you?" The mitten began to climb the rising slope toward the nipple on
top. Elke was struggling to evade the maddening sensations. She was
completely under Anne’s control, helpless to escape as the mitten found
her left nipple. Her back arched toward the ceiling and she tried to
increase the pressure from the soft furry glove. Anne was becoming more
aroused as she moved the glove down toward her victim’s widespread
legs. Elke tried to hurry the process by lifting her hips off the
pillow. Anne
moved the mitten over her hip and down the side of one leg. When she
reached the top of the boot, she moved the fur around to the inside of
her leg
and slowly dragged it back toward the agitated woman’s sex. Again Elke
lifted her hips off the pillow and again Anne teased her by moving it
over
to the other leg. Again it went down toward her knee and back up the
inside, moving slowly toward the now dripping pussy.
Anne looked down at her moaning victim. "Are you humming now? You were
humming when you teased me in the shower. Remember?" And then the fur
arrived at its destination. Elke tried to scream through the gag. Her
body formed an arch as she thrust her hips up against the fur mitten.
But then it was gone. And her body slumped back down on the
pillows.
"Oh no you don’t!" Anne said. "I didn’t get to come so neither do you…"
She turned toward Charlie. "Thanks, Bug. I’ve been dreaming about this
for so long…"
Charlie grinned back at her and winked. "Okay Everybody, we have
one more present to demonstrate." She turned to Brie. "Didn’t you tell
me that Madam Lian wanted you to show us something?"
Sabrina walked up to the table carrying the silk kimono that had been
sent from the Hong Kong office. Holding it up, she said. "When you get
a chance to examine this, you’ll notice that the silk threads are woven
in thin bands of opposing direction." Draping the garment across Elke’s
nude form, she continued. "Her skin is still sensitive from the flogger
and the mink glove. So the sensations from this silk will be
exaggerated. Watch her reaction as I drag the silk across her breasts."
She held the kimono by the hem and began to slowly pull it down toward
her feet. As the cool silk slid softly across her skin, the helpless
prisoner began
to squirm and writhe. The gag muffled her screams but the observers
could
still hear the sounds of intense stimulation. Elke’s eyes were opened
wide
and her body was arched upward. The cool silk continued its tantalizing
progress across her sensitive nerve endings. Her muffled screams grew
higher
in pitch until they were inaudible. Then the kimono slid off her body
and
she slumped back onto the pillow beneath her trembling hips.
"Whoa! Did you see that?" One of the guests said in admiration. "This
girl’s a player!"
Brie again draped the silk robe over the defenseless victim, this
time with most of the material pooled on the table between her wide
spread legs. Then she began pulling it up toward her head—across her
stomach and over her breasts again. As the silk was drawn over her
hips it moved slowly up her sensitive slit. Again, poor Elke screamed
into the gag as the agonizing sensations overwhelmed her senses. She
could think of nothing except the silky torture that was becoming too
intense to stand. She struggled to avoid the sensations, throwing
herself
against the cables that held her in position. But the smooth cloth
continued
across her body and over her breasts until Brie lifted it into the air.
An evil smile crossed the Latina’s face as she remembered Madam Lian
using a similar technique on her. "How do you like this, Chiquita?" She
laughed as the kimono was spread over the prisoner again. "What if I
shake it a little while I pull it toward your pussy?"
Again the torturous material began to move over the victim’s vulnerable
body. Elke jerked wildly on the table but she couldn’t escape the
exotic intensity that was driving her crazy. All she could think of was
the fantastic tickling of the silk and the powerful yearning for sexual
release. Her well-defined muscles strained against the bindings and
her body was covered with a film of perspiration. She arched her body
off the table toward the tantalizing garment. For her, time seemed to
stop. She hung in space while the silk spun a web of passion from which
she couldn’t escape. All of her senses seemed to turn inward. The sense
of touch overpowered all else. She existed only for the agonizing
caress
of that maddening fabric.
Charlie reached out and touched Brie’s arm. "I think we better let her
rest for a while. I didn’t realize how intense that kimono was
gonna be."
The brunette grinned and handed her the garment. "You have no idea,
Bug—especially when you can’t get away from it!"
Charlie turned to the guests. "Thank you all for helping me with
this party. We’ve had a lot of fun tonight, but it’s after ten o’clock
and I have some private plans for the Birthday Girl." An elfin smile
danced across her face. "I can handle the clean up here. Anyone who
wants
any of the refreshments, please help yourself. Anne and Jodi, Brie and
Naomi, don’t forget your share of the champagne. Just leave us one
bottle
for later."
Each member of the Inner Circle came up to the helpless guest of honor.
Some leaned down and kissed her cheek; others laid their hand lightly
on her vulnerable body as they wished her Happy Birthday. Finally they
left. The room was empty and Elke was alone with Charlie.
