Chapter 27 – Bound.com

The word echoed through the Armory, and Buck stepped up to her.

Oh God, here we go.

Chloe hung limply from the ropes of the bondage rig, her wrists and ankles secured in the soft but unyielding leather restraints that held her in a spread-eagle position.

At the edge of her field of vision, she saw a microphone appear, which a sound engineer carefully positioned above the rig, staying out of the camera’s view. When she turned her head, she saw him, and Ethan at the camera, and further back in the shadows, even Melissa, who was keeping an eye on her and giving her a thumbs up.

Buck, who had now put on his leather mask and was fully in character, stood in front of her and leisurely put on a pair of thin black latex gloves while looking down at her.

The material snapped quietly as he pulled it over his wrists. Then he wiggled his fingers cheerfully.

Buck looked her over. Through the leather mask, she could just make out his eyes, which seemed to sparkle. “Ready, baby? We’ll start gently. But I give you my word, by the end you’ll be begging for more.”

He started gently, as agreed. His gloved fingers stroked her skin, first over her arms, then the sides of her breasts, down to her hips. The touch was light as a feather, almost tender, and yet it sent a shiver through her body.

Chloe bit her lip, but her body responded. Her nipples stiffened under the cool air and his fingers.

Buck gently pinched one, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled on it lightly. A soft gasp escaped her, and she tugged at the restraints, testing them. They didn’t give way.

“Look at that,” Buck said with an undertone of anticipation.

Her heart was pounding.

Okay, I can do this. I won’t safeword, not unless it’s absolutely unbearable. Letting go, screaming, fighting, begging, whatever, that’s allowed, but I won’t give up.

She couldn’t quite say why she was so determined to prove to herself that she could endure this. It was probably the same old competitiveness that had made her run one more lap back in her track days and pushed her through yoga sessions until her muscles burned.

Buck read her reactions, nodding almost imperceptibly. “We’ll save that for later.”

Instead, he reached for a flat leather paddle. The first touch was a light slap on her butt, not hard, but enough to make her skin glow. Chloe gasped, her body instinctively jerking against the restraints.

“Nice and sensitive,” Buck murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Let’s build on that.”

The second slap was firmer, the smack echoing through the studio, and the sound guy leaned forward to capture it better. Chloe felt the heat rising, a tingling sensation spreading through her core.

Then came blow after blow, slowly getting harder but always controlled. Four, five, six times the paddle landed on her bottom with a sharp smack that echoed through the studio.

She cried out, more from surprise than real pain, and tugged at the ropes. The restraints held her tight, and the feeling of helplessness sent a shiver through her.

“Yes, that’s the spirit!” Buck laughed.

Then he reached for the flogger, which consisted of several soft leather straps that he ran over her skin like gentle fingers before striking her with it.

Buck whipped the leather straps across her back, gently at first, then with more force. Each impact sent a sharp, burning pain through her body, which turned to warmth as blood rushed to the affected areas.

Again and again, he hit her, on her back, on her thighs, on her buttocks, on her stomach.

It burned, and Chloe screamed, loud and uninhibited, as she writhed in her bonds. But the rig held her fast, relentless, there was simply no escape, no way to free herself or avoid the blows.

She really exerted herself as she tugged at the cuffs, tensing her muscles until they trembled, screaming loudly in frustration, but also almost laughing.

Ethan suddenly appeared right next to her head as he knelt down beside her to get a close-up of her face, the beads of sweat on her face and her reddened cheeks.

And then the flogger hit her again, this time on her thighs, and Chloe writhed, screaming even louder and more raucously. The pain was sharp now, like pinpricks that slowly turned into a constant tingling sensation.

Each blow stimulated her skin, seemed to awaken nerve endings she had never felt so intensely before. Her pulse seemed to race and a warmth spread from her buttocks to her thighs and slowly deeper, between her legs.

Buck watched her closely. There was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and he let her catch her breath briefly before increasing the intensity once more, now striking with the flogger and paddle simultaneously.

“Stop! No, no, no! Please!” Chloe screamed in a breaking voice as she fought against the rig and tugged at the straps with her arms.

The pain built up, layer upon layer, and yet a strange elation grew beneath it. It hurt, yes, but the way the blood rushed, the way her skin tingled… as if her body was just coming to life.

Then Buck put the flogger and paddle aside and stepped closer to her. Slowly, he stroked her breasts again, then reached for her nipples and pinched them, gently at first, then slowly harder.

It hurt like hell, a sharp, biting sting that shot through her breasts. Chloe yelped and her body arched as far as the restraints would allow. “Aaah! Fuck, no!”

Her nipples hardened under the torture, becoming rock hard, and as the pain subsided, there remained… what? Warmth? Lust?

Oh no, I think I understand now.

He had noticed. She couldn’t see Buck’s face through the leather mask, but she could tell from his eyes that he was grinning. “You like that, don’t you?”

He pinched again, twisting them slightly, and Chloe gasped again in pain, feeling the damn tingling and the moisture gathering between her legs. Her head fell back. “Ah! No, please!”

He reached for the narrow, flexible riding crop. Chloe swallowed hard.

Buck tapped her nipples with it, light strokes that made her moan. The pain was sharp and mingled with her growing arousal. Then he tapped her inner thighs, slowly moving upward.

He’s surely not going to-

“Ouch!” He lightly slapped her labia with the flat tip of the riding crop. Not hard, just very light slaps to gauge her reaction, to find her limits. The second stroke also landed gently, just a sharp tingle that made Chloe moan. “Ooh!”

The sound guy lowered the microphone a little bit to better capture the wet slaps, while Ethan walked around her and recorded from the other side.

Buck struck again, a little harder, testing. Chloe cried out, her body jerking, but it was bearable.

Then came the fourth blow. And that one was a little too hard. The pain exploded like lightning, hot and biting, and a loud, uncontrolled scream escaped her. “Aaaah! Fuck! That hurts!”

It burned like hell and tears welled up in her eyes, but she said neither Yellow nor Red. She didn’t need to, because Buck adjusted immediately, and seemed to know now where her pain threshold was. He read her like a book.

When she had recovered, he gave her a few quick slaps on her pussy with the riding crop, with just the right amount of force. He had found exactly the sweet spot where the pain was almost too much, but not quite.

Chloe screamed anyway, high and shrill, because it hurt. Oh, it hurt, a sharp, throbbing pain that shot through her labia. She instinctively tried to pull her lower body away, but of course she couldn’t, and her legs remained spread. She was helplessly at the mercy of the blows.

But as the pain subsided, as the blood rushed down there…

 Oooooh, I get it.

A warm, tingling sensation spread, making her clit throb. She felt herself getting wet.

Why does this feel so good?

Chloe noticed out of the corner of her eye that Ethan was now coming closer again, capturing her expression of pain with the camera lens just inches from her face. He smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming as if he were revelling in her vulnerability.

Buck put the riding crop aside and stepped closer, between her legs. He slid his fingers over her pussy, caressing her swollen labia. Then he parted them, slowly stroking her opening, and then his fingers found her clit, which he rubbed in gentle circles.

Chloe gasped loudly. She was wet, embarrassingly wet, she realized as he pushed a finger inside her, slowly and probing. The thin black latex of his gloves felt smooth, cool at first, then warm from her heat.

“Tight and wet,” he murmured loud enough for the microphones. “Perfect.”

The first finger was followed by a second, and then he fingered her. He was damn good at it. Buck fucked her with his fingers, building a rhythm, curving them just right to apply pressure on a wonderful spot, and Chloe’s hips twitched involuntarily, thrusting against his hand.

Chloe couldn’t help it, she moaned, deep and real. No faking, no performing, she didn’t even waste a thought on that, it just felt so good, the friction, the pressure slowly building.

She couldn’t have escaped his hand even if she had wanted to and on the contrary, she pushed her pelvis against his hand.

That was the moment she realized it.

Oh God, this is it. I’m going to come, on camera, in front of all these people.

With horror and embarrassing anticipation, she realized there was nothing she could do about it. If she’d even wanted to.

The pressure continued to build, her muscles tensed, and then…

…Buck pulled his fingers out of her, turned around, and calmly looked at his tools.

Frustrated, she groaned as her arousal gradually subsided.

He’s just leaving me hanging here!

Chloe tugged at the restraints that held her wrists above her head, but the rig didn’t budge an inch. Her body was still vibrating from the near-release, her clit throbbing painfully, swollen and hypersensitive.

The leather straps spreading her thighs stuck to her sweaty skin, and she could feel her juices slowly running down to her butt.

Ethan now walked around her with his Steadicam, between her legs, filming her wet pussy, which was almost vibrating with arousal, in close-up.

Buck chuckled. His breathing was a little heavier, but his eyes sparkled with sadistic joy. “Not yet, sweetheart. We’re not done yet.”

He reached for something on the table next to the rig. A long rod with a dildo at the end, thick and ribbed, covered with a lubricated condom that glistened in the studio light. Chloe stared at it and felt a longing throbbing in her abdomen.

Oh God, no.

He stepped closer and positioned the rod between her legs. The tip of the dildo touched her opening and she flinched as he slowly pushed it inside her. The condom felt smooth, but the dildo stretched her, filled her, and an involuntary shiver ran through her body.

Buck moved the rod, thrusting steadily, and Chloe’s walls spasmed around the thing. The ribs rubbed against her inner walls and her hips twitched against her will.

‘Ribbed for her pleasure’, oh damn.

One camera remained focused on her face, the other aimed at her lower abdomen, where the dildo slid in and out, slippery with lubrication and her juices. Ethan knelt down, filming from an even lower angle, as if he wanted to capture every drop that ran down the condom.

Since the cameras were both in close-up, the sound engineer also held the microphone very close to capture the squelching sound that accompanied each thrust.

Buck picked up the pace and the rod penetrated her deeper, hitting places inside her that sent electric impulses racing through her body. Her arousal built up again, quickly, too quickly, her breath becoming ragged, her breasts rising and falling, and her nipples becoming unimaginably hard and sore.

“Yes, that’s good,” Buck murmured in a deep voice. “Do you feel that? You’re so wet, Chloe.”

She was close, so close, her muscles tensed, the tingling in her abdomen became an inferno, and she moaned, genuinely and unplanned.

Just a little more, please…

But then he pulled the rod out, abruptly, leaving her empty and throbbing, her muscles contracting around nothing. Chloe cried out in frustration, rearing up and pulling at her restraints. “No! Fuck!”

Buck laughed softly and held up the dildo, the condom glistening with her juices. He brought it to her face, the tip inches from her lips. “Suck it, baby. Taste yourself.”

Chloe shook her head, half playfully, half because the thought of tasting herself didn’t exactly turn her on. She pressed her lips together and turned her head away.

“Oh, come on,” Buck said, and before she could react, he held her nose shut, gently but firmly. Instinctively, she opened her mouth. He pushed the dildo in, not roughly, but firmly, and then she tasted herself after all.

Weird, but not as disgusting as she had feared. It was strangely intimate, definitely humiliating, and yet, or perhaps because of that, it sent a shiver through her.

Just suck on it and pretend it’s hot.

She sucked on it dutifully, moaning with the thing in her mouth, and Buck nodded with satisfaction.

Buck pulled the wand back, leaned it carefully against the table, and reached for something else. A Magic Wand, she saw out of the corner of her eye. He turned on the vibrating monster, a deep hum filled the air, and then he pressed the soft rubber-coated head against her clit.

Chloe yelped, the vibration was intense, too intense, sending shock waves through her body. Her clit, still swollen, responded immediately, throbbing under the pressure. Then Buck slid two fingers inside her, curled them, worked that wonderful spot inside her, and combined the vibrations with rhythmic thrusts.

“Oh fuck, yes!” she gasped, and she hated herself for it.

Her arousal rose rapidly, her hips arched, she pulled at her restraints with her hands and feet, sweat ran down her breasts, and she was close again, so close…

… but Buck pulled the wand away and withdrew his fingers, leaving her gasping and trembling. Frustrated, she groaned and tugged at the straps.

He grinned and slapped her breasts lightly, hitting her nipples and triggering that mix of pain and pleasure that drove her crazy.

Damn, what’s happening to me?

Then he pressed the magic wand back against her pussy, grabbed the rod, and pushed the dildo back into her, fucking her with it while the vibrations massaged her clit.

The combination was overwhelming. The dildo stretched her, rubbed against her walls, the wand sent waves of ecstasy through her. She screamed, her body tensed, the orgasm building, unstoppable…

And gone. He pulled both out, leaving her hanging, breathless, her lower abdomen a seething volcano of frustration.

“Please…” she whispered, but Buck shook his head and started again, only with the Magic Wand, occasionally sliding two fingers inside her, finger-fucking her while the vibrations tormented her.

Over and over again, he brought her to the brink, stopped abruptly, let her cool down, only to start all over again. Each cycle was worse and more intense, and her frustration grew until she pulled at her restraints and sobbed in despair.

I can’t take it anymore. This is torture. My body is burning, I just want to come, please…

Time became meaningless. How long had this been going on? Minutes? An hour already? Her whole body was a hypersensitive bundle of nerves, every touch an explosion, and she would do anything, absolutely anything, for relief. Her clit felt huge, swollen, throbbing incessantly, a pounding heartbeat between her legs, and she just wanted to come, explode, dissolve.

Finally, she collapsed, her voice a desperate whimper: “Please, let me come. I beg you.”

Buck laughed softly. “Maybe if you beg a little more.”

“Please, I need it. Let me come, I can’t take it!”

But he still shook his head, laughing. “Say, ‘I’m a greedy little slut and I want to come, please.'”

She hesitated for just a split second, then blurted out desperately, “I’m a greedy little slut and I want to come, please, please, please!”

He laughed, turned the Magic Wand back on, pressed it firmly against her clit, slid two fingers into her dripping wet opening, and thrust into her rhythmically and skillfully. “You may come.”

It didn’t take long. The orgasm literally exploded inside her, her first real one on camera, raw and untamed. It was the most intense thing she had ever experienced, a powerful fusion of desperation, lust, pleasure, and release.

She moaned obscenely loud and uncontrollably, no acting, just pure, animalistic lust, and her body convulsed, shaking in the rig, waves of ecstasy tearing through her. Her muscles cramped violently around his fingers, soaking them in her juices. She trembled and completely lost control.

“Good girl,” Buck praised her, and that made it even worse, even hotter.

He held the wand pressed against her clit while he continued to finger her calmly and casually, letting her ride wave after wave until she was exhausted. Her muscles contracted, pulsed, and she came again and again, moaning, sobbing.

Through this fog of lust and bliss and horniness, she perceived, strangely detached, that Ethan had gone into an extreme close-up of her face, capturing it with obvious delight and a perverse grin as it contorted with pleasure, wet with sweat and tears, screaming her agony and ecstasy out into the world. 

Buck pulled the wand away from her, only to mercilessly return it a few seconds later and force another orgasm out of her. She was completely helpless, a trembling, wet, horny wreck.

She slipped into a trance-like state, feeling like a puddle of orgasm, dissolved in ecstasy. The orgasms were her entire reality, uncontrolled, overwhelming, her body arching, tossing and turning, juices dripping, and finally, when she hung limp in her restraints, completely exhausted and crying with relief, the director called, “Cut!”